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moving on

*alissa pov*

i have to get over him.

him & i was just a small fling that ended very badly.

you and him didn't event talk the whole situation over, don't you want the full story? i mean you didn't even let him explain

my subconscious reminds.

i forget about that and just think ab how good and healthy this would be, i mean i deserve it right?

i smile at the napkin that was in my hand, debating whether or not it was a good idea.

flashback to the party

after me and erick were done dancing we got to know eachother...a lot.

we talked so much that we didn't even notice the party ended.

here's what i got to know about him,

loves ketchup but hates tomato
before moving to west palm, he used to live in cuba. he said it was better education, and it was a much better lifestyle.

in all those conversations he told me why he preferred i think frozen yogurt ? than soft serve? i had no idea. i was literally staring at this guy like he was some beautiful art at a museum like damn.

when the night ended he took off my dr pepper from the napkin and wrote down his phone number.

"llámame bella"

i had no idea what that meant but i watched in awe, as soon as he left i google translated it.

the man had hella ragu if you ask me.

back to staring at napkin

okay enough is enough.

fuck it.

i'm doing it.

yup.

i typed in the number and now here comes the other problem.

call or text????

ok let's not go so stalkerish, let me text him

wait text him what idiot

okay let's go cute casual you know don't want him thinking i'm weird

how about "hey"

oh that's dry.

okay okay how ab cute and funny? like smooth?

"can't stop thinking of ur lettuce eyes"

okay fuck no.

i thought back at our night and had the perfect idea.

"i'm glad i know bella isn't another word for puta"

okay it wasn't perfect but that's just me so fuck it

message sent

not even a minute has passed and i got a text back

cute green eyes: "Who's this?"

okay shit. that didn't go as planned.

spanish hottie: "just playing around hermosa jaja"

oh? okay? thank God. a huge weight just got off my shoulders.

ok i like it fine and funny? wow i'm amazed.

me and him were texting back and forth until i got a phone call.

ugly fine ass asshole who stood.... would like to facetime

appeared on my phone

oh no. why right now.

should i pick up?

i mean he wouldn't call unless it's super important?

what if he's dying?

i click the green button

"hello"

a dark screen with smacking noise is what i receive

when i was about to speak another word, i watch in fear

"you see this bitch? ion need you, i have my hoes! fuck you and fuck you!" he screams through the phone as he switches the camera and shows him literally fucking a girl.

i can't even think straight with the moans of another woman.

i hang up as quick as possible and start breaking down.

why did this have to happen to me?

why did he do this to me?

i can't get this pain out my heart that i have right now and i need to take it away.

i call erick and set up a date at my house, i need this.