Secret Love Song

The One After The Fight Aka The One With The Principal

"Oh, what am I gonna do with you girl?" Thompson was drawing circles on her computer with her pencil.
Her brown, long hair was tangled in a braid that fell down her left shoulder. On the other hand, her blue eyes disappeared for an instant, as she let the weight of her face on her hand, after quickly dropping the pencil. 

She had called me in because of the fight. Augusto was waiting outside. She looked up at me. "First week of school, and you're already getting into a fight?" I pressed my lips with humor.
"No other way to have it," I smirked.
"No, but there is," she snapped. "It's the way where you stop being such a pain in my ass and realize that, no matter how much I like you, and how smart you are, you can't keep fucking up.
"How am I supposed to explain this, huh? What am I supposed to tell the board when they hear there's a girl who won't stop getting into fights, even if it's the first week of school?"

She was right. She had my back because she was a good person, and she understood me, but she couldn't risk her job for it. "Sorry," I stared at the floor. 
"I know you are," she sighed. "I know that inside that stubborn brain of yours there's a girl who thinks before she does things," she paused, and her tone changed from sweet and understanding; to sharp and demanding, "I like you, Nacha. That's a fact. But I really can't have your back every single time, okay?" she was done with bullshit and I could see it in her serious eyes, which stared at me with exacting demand. "I have a job to do. Next time I'm calling your mom."
I rolled my eyes. All the compliance and grasp she had gained from me with her threatening attitude, vanished the moment she mentioned that bitch. "Yeah, like she'd pick up," I smirked sarcastically.
"Nacha. Come on. Your mom works really hard for you... she loves you," she gave me a warm smile, which I despised. "Stop being so hard on her." 
"I don't think fucking your boss is considered working," I blurted out, my eyes glancing into the empty air as the image of my mother played in my mind. I hated her guts. 

She rubbed her eyes and head, "get out." I stood up and walked out. "You're impossible," I heard her behind closing the door, and chuckled.
Augusto was sitting on the floor. I saw his face, bruised. There was dry blood in his nose, and his white shirt was stained with what I presumed was dripped blood. I scoffed.

"I fucked you up pretty good, huh?"
He smirked and rolled his eyes, "yeah, well I did too."
"True." I felt the bruises on my lip and left eye. "But I think I won this one," I sat next to him.
"Fuck you," he said as he laid his on my shoulder. "She called your mom?"
"No," I whispered, tired. I really didn't want to talk about my mom.
"Sorry," I smiled.
He drove us back to his place. We entered the house and called out to their parents.
"Mom, dad, we're home!" he cried out.
"In the kitchen honey," my aunt replied. 

Inside, they were cooking something, I'm guessing dinner, and I swear to God the look on Adrian's face as he glanced at her mixing eggs was amazing.
"Hey, Aunt Sofi," I kissed her head.
"Oh, hey honey. How's your mom?"
"Don't know, don't care," Adrián came my way and hugged me.
"You guys got into a fight again?" he noticed the bruises.
"Yeah," I laughed. I grabbed some bread and started eating it. "I won."
"No, she didn't," Augusto jumped in. I smirked with a piece of bread in my mouth and sat on the counter.
"It kinda looks like she did though," Adrián replied and I laughed out.
"Huh!" I stuck my tongue out at him.
Sofi grabbed some cotton and rubbing alcohol from the counter and insisted on cleaning our wounds.