Translations in parentheses. Please correct me if I'm wrong
Y/n's POV (Face Claim)
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I'm currently dragging Zion to Starbucks, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw a certain someone. His ex. Now me being me, I didn't care. What happened with them is none of my business but something told me this wasn't gonna go down well.
As soon as they locked eyes she pushed her culo (butt) out and Zion looked in a daze. I quickly snapped him out of it once I realized she making her way to us.
(Dialogue key: His ex-Italics, Y/n-Bold, Zion-Underlined)
"Hey Zion. It's been a while."
"Yeah it has."
"Who is this?"
"Mi novia." (My girlfriend)
"Está muy fea." (She is very ugly.)
"I can understand you pendeja." (Idiot)
"Zion I'm gonna get our orders."
I walked into Starbucks mad as hell but I didn't show it on the outside. While waiting for our food I look through the window only to see this bitch flirting with my man and him not doing anything about it. So being the petty hoe that I am, I marched my way out of the building to stop whatever was going on between them.
"Mira, que lindo." (Look, how cute.)
"Hey, I was just-"
I cut her off by putting my hand up.
"Cállate puta. Yo no tengo tiempo." (Shut up whore. I don't have time.)
"¡Chinga tú madre!", she said walking away. (Go fuck yourself!)
"¡Adiós perra!" (Bye bitch!)
"¡Aw! Mi renia está enojada." (Aw! My queen is angry.)
"No mames güey. We'll talk about this en la casa." (Don't give me shit idiot.)
The smile on his face disappeared and I walked away to get our food.
(Time Skip)
As soon as we walked through the front door I lost it.
"¿¡En serio?! ¿Estás ciejo? ¿¡Eres tú?!" (Are you serious?! Are you blind?! Are you?!)
"No! I was just talking to her."
"¡Ella no fue! She was clearly flirting with you and you did nothing about it!" (She wasn't)
"She wasn't flirting with me."
"Yes she was! Every time you see her you go into this daze and completely forget about me."
"I-", he started but stopped and shook his head.
"¡Dime ya! ¿¡Qué quieres?! Mí o ella." (Tell me! What do you want?! Me or her.)
He came up to me, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear.
"Tú, créanme." (You, trust me.)
"And it better stay that way puto.", I say laughing.
