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“What can I say it's complicated.”
- Bad things, Camila Cabello and Machine Gun Kelly.
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Ethan
I have had a lot of affairs. So many that I've forgot my first girlfriend's name. I had my first kiss when I was eight — jerk since birth. However nothing ever took me even remotely to the feeling of love. Except for one thing. Football.
Football is my one and only. My love for football is at par with the love I have for my balls.
And that, my friend is huge.
I was the captain of my high school football team — we won two state championships in two years of my captaincy. Even though I'm a freshman at college, I'm still the star quarterback of the team.
Football is my life.
So around 2:30 am, I was stuck with the LED of my motel's room watching the two most legendary players playing against each other — Ronaldo and Messi. I was half on the floor and half on bed, not the most comfortable posture but who gives a fuck when Messi and Ronaldo are on the ground.
"No. No. No. ARE YOU AN IDIOT?! THAT'S A FOUL!!" I was busy yelling at the referee when Avalyn peeped her head out of the bathroom.
"Ethan?" To be honest for the first time Ava sounded normal while talking to me, most of the time she talks like she's giving an ultimatum.
However I was too busy watching football to pay mind to her.
"ETHAN?!" This time she sounded more like herself.
"What?!" I asked annoyed, never taking my eyes off the television set.
"Canyoupassmemyclothes?" If it was possible for a human to talk in lightning speed then Ava did.
I didn't understand a word but considering that Ava hates me I assumed that she was insulting me. "I don't give a flying fuck about what you think of me Thomas, so screw off."
A flying tube of toothpaste hit the side of my head. "Are you freaking deaf?" Ava yelled.
"What do you want?" I was really irritated by the time.
" My clothes! You dwarf!"
For the first time I turned my full attention towards Ava. Damp blonde hair and angry features peeping from behind the door. I looked at her side of the bed; black pajamas and oversized red hoodie laid there.
Now that's what you call real entertainment.
"Those are yours?" I asked her as i picked up her red hoodie.
She snorted "No, the thirteenth ghost left it here."
" So you don't want it." I started to crumble it.
" No. No. No. Ethan don't." She pleaded.
" Oh. So the lizard wants it?" I smirked at her being the absolute mean asshole I am.
"Just hand me that." She puffed out air through the corner of her mouth.
This girl has some real attitude, and i hate it with all of my guts.
"Do that on your own Thomas." I left the hoodie on the bed and sat next to her clothes focusing on football.
"THAT DEMANDS A RED CARD! ARE YOU BLIND?!" I yelled at the referee.
" Ethan, please."
No matter what, hearing Ava plead to me was the greatest pleasure. Messi and Ronaldo can wait. This moment was legendary.
I laughed at her. "Repeat that again."
She twisted her face in every way humanly possible. "Please."
Yes. Yes. Yes. I feel like a King." I stood up on the bed like i was awarded with an academy award. "Once more."
"Fuck off." That was the first cuss words which was followed by a very colourful string of cuss words i didn't even know exists.
Damn this girl can write a dictionary for cuss words.
"......you crazy dieable moronic idiot —"
" Wait," i cut her off midway. " Dieable moronic idiot?" Is that even a cuss?" I was actually confused.
For a moment even Ava stopped to think about it. I cracked a smile. "Last time I'm asking you, will you hand me my clothes?"
I shook my head. " Na da."
She let out a sharp breath and closed her eyes. "Fine." The next moment she opened the bathroom door wide and stepped out.
For a second I just stared at her.
I would like to think that she didn't notice my mouth hanging open, but i guess she did. Bit like it matters to me. But I'm supposed to hate her — and mind you, i do hate her, a little too much. But I'm a guy i have hormonal problem. And at the sight of Ava fuming red in anger, and dripping wet from shower, my hormonal problem stood visible in my pants. Straight and hard.
I took a pillow and placed it on my lap to hide my manhood, which was killing me. I think my balls went blue.
Avalyn moved towards the bed to get her clothes and believe me it took every ounce of me to stop my little friend downstairs from exploding.
I looked at Ronaldo through the television set as my forehead erupted into sweat beads.
Calm it.
Calm it.
CALM FUCKING IT.
"Moron." ava muttered as she took her clothes and turned around towards the bathroom again.
As soon as she closed the door. I put my face into the pillow and "UGH!"
Five minutes later when Ava came out — fully dressed, thank goodness — i was already on the couch. She laughed at me in triumph, but only i know why i was on the couch — fucking hormones.
"Have a bad night Rodriguez." She said before getting under the covers.
