| The beginning |
I was on my way to school with my best friend, Amelia. We’ve been friends since Middle School and we speak Italian really well. It’s a miracle we were able to get into the same college along with the same amount of scholarships. The only thing I don’t want to go to school for is work and seeing the most annoying man in the universe. Can you even call him a man? Amelia can’t stand him either. He’s just so...ugh! Atrocious isn’t even a word that would best describe him. Or even a menace to society. He’s way below being a menace.
We chose to walk today, because the air is nice and warm with a swift breeze. I could’ve gone on my motorcycle, but it just wouldn’t be the same.
“Aw man. I forgot we have to see that ruthless face again once we step foot into the building.“, Amelia had said in a sluggish tone. “I know. I’m sick and tired of seeing his face. His whole existence.” I replied in disgust with Amelia nodding aggressively in agreement. And with that, we were in front of our college, Stanford University.
We were right. Once we stepped foot inside, we saw him right in front of us. As if waiting upon our arrival. Which I’m sure he was.
“Hey.” he says.
We ignore him, walking past him to our lockers. This is college for heaven’s sake. Focus on your studies. Before I could open my locker, a hand stopped me from opening it. I sighed in annoyance. “Damian. Let go.” I say. “No.“, he whispered. Let go. It’s too early in the morning for this shit.“, Amelia tells him. “Who died and made you boss, bitch.“, he asked. I turned my head to him quickly, giving him a strong and stern glare. “Don’t make me angry. Leave her alone.” “Ooooo~ scary~” he retorts. “It’s okay Val, at least he put boss and bitch in the same sentence. Thanks for calling me a boss bitch, dude.” Amelia tells him. God I love her.
Seeing that he was done with this conversation and noticed that it was pointless to argue, he left. “Cagna.” we both mumble. Since we both have the same schedule, we went to our first class.
Three years later
Amelia and I have finally graduated!!! And I am also finally able to drink!! We were planning on going to a club tonight. Since today is August 18th, my birthday! Since it’s been a year since we’ve graduated, I haven’t seen that atrocious looking Damian’s face anymore. Why would I want to anyway? All he’s been doing for the past four years was bother Amelia and I.
I heard my phone ring on my dresser by the mirror. I got up from my bed and picked up the phone. I looked to see who was calling and it read ′ Millie ′ with a kissing emoji and a red heart next to it. It’s Amelia. With a third ring, I picked up the phone.
“Hello?“, I called to the person on the other end.
“VALENCIA!! IS EVERYTHING OKAY? DID YOU BREAK YOUR HIP OR FALL DOWN THE STEPS?“, she yelled.
“What? No.” I told her, confused.
“Then what took you so long to answer you bitch?! I thought something bad happened to you.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” I was trying so hard not to laugh.
“You think this is funny, bitch?” her tone has changed to low and cold.
“How’d you know?”
“Bitch, I knew you for years!”
“Anyway, why did you call?”
“To wish you a happy birthday.”
“Thanks!”
“No. There isn’t any thanks. You don’t deserve a happy birthday. I’ll make sure it’s a dreadful one.”
“Girl you won’t.”
“I won’t? Huh. Challenge accepted.”
