Joetta sat on Stevie's lap at her house. "I cant' stand that new
teacher." Cesar said.
Joetta rolled her eyes. "Cesar, you can't stand no body and almost no body can stand you."
"Fuck you. No one asked for your opinion."
"Tough shit. I'm giving it."
"Stupid slut."
"Mierda estúpida de la inmersión." (Stupid dip shit) Joetta exclaimed.
"Calm down." Stevie siad, tightening his grip aroun dher waist, not wanting her to get up and start something more than an insult fest with Cesar.
"That's right, be a woman and listen to your man." Cesar said.
Joetta by now was fumming. "Escucha encima de usted el pinchazo que coge, apenas porque soy una muchacha no significo el Stevie puedo dirigirme alrededor. Asà pues, cierre la cogida para arriba y consiga una vida que usted mueve de un tirón apagado." (listen up you fucking prick, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean Stevie can boss me around. so, shut the fuck up and get a life you jerk off.) Joetta yelled.
"What did you say about me?" Stevie asked.
"Nothing important." Joetta answered, kissing his cheek.
Just then Joetta's brother Carlos came into the house. "Hey." he said, walking by.
"Hey, Carlos, tell Cesar he's an asshole!" Joetta yelled.
Carlos walked back through the room. "You're an asshole." he said to Cesar, walking out.
"Why the fuck did Bennt let you join K.O.S.?" Cesar asked.
"Because I'm the toughest girl in the school." Joetta answered.
"You're nothing but a stupid little bitch who thinks she's hot shit with her rich German father and her fat Italian mother." Cesar said.
"Primero de todos, usted cogida muda, usted no habla de mi madre. Usted no conoce a mi madre y usted nunca conocerá a mi madre. En segundo lugar de todos, no actúo como soy todo el eso. Usted actúa como usted es. Usted y su acto resistente estúpido del gángster. ¡Coja eso! Usted no es nada sino una mierda del pollo. Y como para mi madre que es italiana, ella no está. Ella es portuguéa, usted cogida muda." (First of all, you dumb fuck, don't you talk about my mother. You don't know my mother and You never will know my mother. Second of all, I don't act like I'm all that. You act like you are. You and your stupid tough gangster act. Fuck that! You're nothing but a chicken shit. And as for my mother being Italian, she's not. She's Portuguese, you dumb fuck.) Joetta exclaimed, getting up from her seat on Stevie's lap, slapping Cesar and going into her room.
"What ever she just said, she's mad." Stevie said, getting up and making his way to her room.
"Come on Paco, let's get the fuck outta here." Cesar said, getting up.
Stevie pushed Joetta's bedroom door open and saw her sitting on her bed. "Why do you always have to fight with Cesar?'' he asked.
"Why does he have to be such an asshole?" she retorted.
Stevie chuckled a little at her comment and sat infront of her. "Because he's Cesar."
"That's my point." she sighed.
Stevie fingered the pentagram necklace Joetta was wearing. "So, how did your report go?"
Joetta just realized she was still wearing the pentagram she had worn for her report. Laughing she took it off. "Ok I guess."
"Just okay?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Joetta smiled. "Yes, just alright. Well, better than yours seeing as you didn't do it, as usual."
"Are you making fun of me?"
Joetta smirked. "No, I'm just saying a guy who answers to the name Stevie Littleton is a bit of an idiot for not doing any work, at all."
Stevie pushed her back and looked into her eyes. "You are so lucky you're a girl." he said.
"I'm so scared." she said sarcasticly.
"Shut up." he said, kissing her passionately.
Joetta rolled her eyes. "Cesar, you can't stand no body and almost no body can stand you."
"Fuck you. No one asked for your opinion."
"Tough shit. I'm giving it."
"Stupid slut."
"Mierda estúpida de la inmersión." (Stupid dip shit) Joetta exclaimed.
"Calm down." Stevie siad, tightening his grip aroun dher waist, not wanting her to get up and start something more than an insult fest with Cesar.
"That's right, be a woman and listen to your man." Cesar said.
Joetta by now was fumming. "Escucha encima de usted el pinchazo que coge, apenas porque soy una muchacha no significo el Stevie puedo dirigirme alrededor. Asà pues, cierre la cogida para arriba y consiga una vida que usted mueve de un tirón apagado." (listen up you fucking prick, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean Stevie can boss me around. so, shut the fuck up and get a life you jerk off.) Joetta yelled.
"What did you say about me?" Stevie asked.
"Nothing important." Joetta answered, kissing his cheek.
Just then Joetta's brother Carlos came into the house. "Hey." he said, walking by.
"Hey, Carlos, tell Cesar he's an asshole!" Joetta yelled.
Carlos walked back through the room. "You're an asshole." he said to Cesar, walking out.
"Why the fuck did Bennt let you join K.O.S.?" Cesar asked.
"Because I'm the toughest girl in the school." Joetta answered.
"You're nothing but a stupid little bitch who thinks she's hot shit with her rich German father and her fat Italian mother." Cesar said.
"Primero de todos, usted cogida muda, usted no habla de mi madre. Usted no conoce a mi madre y usted nunca conocerá a mi madre. En segundo lugar de todos, no actúo como soy todo el eso. Usted actúa como usted es. Usted y su acto resistente estúpido del gángster. ¡Coja eso! Usted no es nada sino una mierda del pollo. Y como para mi madre que es italiana, ella no está. Ella es portuguéa, usted cogida muda." (First of all, you dumb fuck, don't you talk about my mother. You don't know my mother and You never will know my mother. Second of all, I don't act like I'm all that. You act like you are. You and your stupid tough gangster act. Fuck that! You're nothing but a chicken shit. And as for my mother being Italian, she's not. She's Portuguese, you dumb fuck.) Joetta exclaimed, getting up from her seat on Stevie's lap, slapping Cesar and going into her room.
"What ever she just said, she's mad." Stevie said, getting up and making his way to her room.
"Come on Paco, let's get the fuck outta here." Cesar said, getting up.
Stevie pushed Joetta's bedroom door open and saw her sitting on her bed. "Why do you always have to fight with Cesar?'' he asked.
"Why does he have to be such an asshole?" she retorted.
Stevie chuckled a little at her comment and sat infront of her. "Because he's Cesar."
"That's my point." she sighed.
Stevie fingered the pentagram necklace Joetta was wearing. "So, how did your report go?"
Joetta just realized she was still wearing the pentagram she had worn for her report. Laughing she took it off. "Ok I guess."
"Just okay?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Joetta smiled. "Yes, just alright. Well, better than yours seeing as you didn't do it, as usual."
"Are you making fun of me?"
Joetta smirked. "No, I'm just saying a guy who answers to the name Stevie Littleton is a bit of an idiot for not doing any work, at all."
Stevie pushed her back and looked into her eyes. "You are so lucky you're a girl." he said.
"I'm so scared." she said sarcasticly.
"Shut up." he said, kissing her passionately.
