(Boy): You’re like a badass Erica, you speak your mind and don’t take shit.
(Erica): Damn right, and you should to.
She leans in for another photo with one of the boys.
(Erica): These pictures aren’t free, you’re little asses better be watching the ppv, yeah?
(Boy): Oh hell yeah, we’re all going over Stephan’s house.
(Erica): Good, alright twerps…I’ll see ya.
Erica waves as she hops in her car slurping down some of her frozen drink, a little brain freeze hitting her as she pushes the ignition button, pulls out of the lot and leaves behind a happy group of young boys. A notification pings on he phone and she sees Sean has posted something. She listens and after a few minutes orange colored Slurpee is spit out on her dashboard.
(Erica): No, fuking way dude!
Erica pulls over quickly and starts her app going live.
(Erica): Aye dios mio, Sean…you and everybody’s favorite gringa are so stupid. It’s 2023…don’t you two morons know how to record by now…or in your cases “not” to record. What a little bitch boy you are Sean.
Erica takes another sip of her Slurpee.
(Erica): You seriously called her parents crying, and professing your “love.” What…you think they’re going to give you some fuking sympathy vote? They’re dumb, but they can’t be that dumb, are they Michelle? Funny how he danced around the real issues, isn’t it? He “Loves” you so much that he kept all these little childhood memories to himself, and charity crap to himself.
Erica mocks Sean’s voice..
“….I couldn't bring myself to be open to religion…”
(Erica): So what’s that supposed to mean, you don’t believe in god or something? Is it so hard to tell them you ’re a goddamn atheist then if that’s the case, you gotta dance around it? Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Learner, that’s what he is if you two are still too fuking slow. It has to be it. And here I thought your damn daughter didn’t bless her food, now that I think about I’ve seen Sean scarf down whole sub sandwiches before I even said “Amen.”
“….I donate 25 percent of my salary to Christians Against Poverty…”
(Erica): So what? You want a medal or something Sean? What do think about that Michelle…another one of Loverboy’s little secrets. You know what else he hasn’t told you? He hasn’t told you how much he liked our tongues dancing together. He loves your cheap shampoo so much, but he claims he didn’t know it was me with my hair hanging all over his face last week. Dos estupidos!
Michelle, Art of War is no movie, you’re not going to exercise anything out of me, pero, I’m sure going to enjoy watching you try. What’s going to happen is you’re going to get your little ass kicked. And I hope you’re watching Sean. I hope our match is before yours so you can look at her struggle in that ring against me and know there’s nothing you can do to help her. I might yank her top off and show the world her other titty, or pull her pants down like they used to do at school, just for the hell of it. What kind of panties does she wear Sean, I know you took a peak when she was at your house. Did you rub one out, while she slept? I’m going to embarrass your little girlfriend and the only secret you’ll have left to tell her is how ashamed you are of her pathetic performance.
That might be the only thing you say that her parents will believe, because it will be the first time you said anything true. You don’t need some electric cage match with Fallen at the ppv, you’ll be shocked enough when Michelle packs her bags and runs home to her madre y padre and you’re left by yourself, after Art of War. Adios putos!
Erica laughs as she ends the feed and the scene fades to black.
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