My Fav. Bitch

Chapter Three: Late Night Delivery

Beach Santa Maria Del Mar

Krystal Ruiz

The atmosphere was cool, well, and incredible; soft romantic music with cheeky Spanish lyrics playing on the background.

Don't ask me how I know it's cheeky. If you haven't figured what my name could possibly be, my name is Krystal Ruiz. And Ruiz as you may have guessed is Spanish. Well, that still guarantee the fact that I could actually speak Spanish, but, this wonderful couple dancing in front of me easily made it known to me that the song was indeed cheeky.

Considering how the guy kept singing along and making his petite girlfriend, probably, his wife or sister -it definitely wasn't the later. Just saying!- or maybe his cheating on his lover or maybe the other way round. Who knows? Relationship, these days, are really confusing.

"I'm cold." I slowly turned to give Ella a look. If looks could kill, Ella would probably be doing dishes for Halmeoni in heaven. Note: Grandma hate piled up dirty dishes.

"Could you repeat that?" She chuckled.

Is she kidding me? She was the one who insisted we dressed in shorts and crop-tops, without our jackets because she had assumed the weather was going to be really, really warm. Well, she was the one without jacket. I was able to make a faux bathroom stop abandoning her at the elevator.

I remember the look she gave me when I walked into the parking lot with my jacket on. Apart from wanting to get warm, -which was actually the reason I picked my jacket- I wanted the priceless death glare on her face.

I'm sure you now understand why I gave her the look.

She eyed my jacket longingly while she kept rubbing her arms and shoulders. I shrugged it off and placed it on her shoulders. "I'm warm enough." I smirked. "And next time, I'm not giving you my jacket."

She rolled her eyes. "Asshole!! Let's go back to the hotel. I don't feel like partying anymore."

I gasped. "That's a first." Yep, that's definitely a first. Ella never gets tired of partying. Blake, really, got to her. More reasons to be a perfect murderer of a certain guy named Blake. But, I knew better than to bring up Blake. One of the many things I know of Ella is her deep hate for bringing up the past. "Not that I'm complaining."

Dwelling on useless past is definitely not on her really long list of agendas. Her agenda is mostly about getting a fatter ass than Nicki Minaj which is next to impossible -my ass is fatter than hers.

I glanced at her and see her snuggle in my jacket, sipping slowly from her wine. The sad look behind her eyes this morning gone, with no traces of it. She really took heart to the Bitch 'N Ditch rule. Our rule.

Three shots of tequila and intense moments of guy shoving -trust me, Cuban boys are relentless- later, we decided to go get rest.

"The night is young and so am I." Ella started belting out Nicki Minaj's rap.

I groaned.

It, really, is gonna be a long night.

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We made it to the underground parking lot without dying. Well, I actually made it. Ella didn't make it. She was passed out in my car.

I glanced at her sleeping figure and groaned. You can never wake Ella up. She was just going to frustrate you because all she will do is whine and cry like a baby.

A light bulb went off in my head. Assistants are to assist, right? I brought out my phone and called Ella's assistant, James Kent.

"Hey! It's Krystal."

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James carried Ella, all the way to her room. Of course, not without the occasional head bumping. First, when entering the elevator, then when leaving it, entering the suite, into her room and finally on her head.

I winced with that last one. And guess what, she didn't even notice. What am I going to do about you, Ella?

I heard a knock on the door of suite after my shower. I couldn't sleep. Then I decided to watch a movie.

"Um, who is that?"

"Room service."

"I didn't ask for anything."

"You have a delivery at the lobby."

I looked at the wall clock. A delivery at 12: 00am. Not weird at all!!!

"Couldn't you just bring here?"

"Sorry, Ma'am. Your signature is requested."

Not creepy at all. "I will be down in a minute."

I was wearing a cotton crop-top with a pyjama buttom. I grabbed a coat and headed out.

When I got to lobby, I walked to the reception desk. "Hello!! A room hotelier mentioned I had a delivery waiting at the lobby."

"Um, Krystal Ruiz?" She smiled a pearly white smile. I nodded.

"Your delivery is over there." I looked towards the direction she pointed at. I only saw two men drinking coffee, maybe.

"Um, where?"

She pointed towards the same direction. I looked at the direction again. Still the same! Two men drinking from their mug. Is this a prank or something?

"I'm your delivery."