Don't Hug Me I'm Scared {Billie Eilish}

{27}✔️

Dahlia's POV
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"Spanish is kicking my fucking ass. I cannot believe I get to spend my entire Sunday morning studying for some stupid ass, huevos, puta, peligroso test!"

I furrowed my brows as I looked at him. "Balls, slut, dangerous?"

"What?"

"Huevos means balls, puta means slut, and peligroso means dangerous. You just called the test a balls, slut, dangerous test."

"Well if you know so much fucking Spanish why don't you take the test for me?" Caden growled before slamming his book closed angrily. I shook my head at him before staring down at my phone again.

We're supposed to be studying, him for Spanish and me for my stupid health quiz, but I haven't studied anything. I can't think about anything but the fact that Billie is coming back to school tomorrow and she's gonna see Kai touching me and flip the fuck out. I don't know what to do. I need to do something, but I don't know what.

I probably should've spent my weekend figuring this all out, but I chose to go hang out with her yesterday instead of staying at home, worrying. I'm glad I did. I got to pretend that nothing was wrong for the day and it was great.

But now it's Sunday, we go back to school tomorrow, and if Billie sees Kai anywhere near me she's gonna jump her. Not to mention the fact that if Kai sees me near Billie she's gonna be pissed too. She told me to get rid of Billie. If she sees us talking she'll obviously realize we're still hanging out and that will not be good.

"Fucking cabrona." Caden spat as he glared at his book.

"What do you think you just said?"

"Fucking bitch."

"Bastard."

"Well, there's no need to be rude, Dahlia, I wasn't calling you a bitch I was just saying that's what I called my book."

"No, bastard. You called it a bastard. Cabrona means bastard."

"I thought amorcito meant bastard?"

"Amorcito means sweetie."

"I thought Mija meant sweetie."

"I mean, I guess it can, but it's used to say darling or daughter too."

"I thought tia meant daughter."

"Caden—" I rubbed my temples before snatching his book out of his hands. "We need a break. Let's go to your room and play monopoly or something."

Yeah, a five-hour monopoly game is exactly what we need right now.

"Absolutely not. You always beat me at monopoly. And what are you stressing about right now?"

"Stressing? Why do you think I'm stressing? I'm not."

"You only ask to play monopoly when you're stressed and you want to pretend nothings wrong. What's up?"