~Kari’s POV~
I got up about eight in the morning with a smile on my face, it was soccer day. I jumped out of bed and picked out my clothes literally while dancing around like an idiot. I picked out my Mexico jersey and some white skinny jeans. I waltzed to the bathroom and stripped down and got in the shower. After washing myself well, I got out and got dressed. I exited the bathroom and entered my room. I took out my hair dryer and straightener and turned them both on. I dried my hair and proceeded to straightening. “Ow bitch!” I hissed, I had burned my cheek with the straightener. I instantly felt pain shoot through my face. “Ughh oh well.” I continued until my hair was perfectly straight and then I turned off the straightener. I slipped on my white and black checkered vans and headed downstairs to find my dad making breakfast. He fixed me a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I thanked him and sat at the table.
“So when is everyone coming over?” I asked before placing a piece of bacon in my mouth.
“At two thirty since the game starts at three.”
“Cool I can’t wait. It’s gonna get DOWN in here.
“How exactly can it get down with a soccer game?” he asked
“Psht you know….in ways.” I said failing miserably at defending my theory. My dad isnt as competitive over sports as I am.
He chuckled a bit at my failure, ”well I’m going to go shower before everyone get here.” He said leaving the table heading upstairs. I washed the dishes then seated myself on the couch. I watched a bit of teenage mutant ninja turtles before my dad returned downstairs. I got myself up off the couch and headed towards the kitchen to being to set up some of the food for later. I then moved everything to the small but decent-sized table in the living room. To make time pass by, I changed the channel to Star Wars. I had an obsession for those movies. I was drawn into the movie when I heard the doorbell ring. “I got it!” I heard my dad say from the kitchen. In a matter of seconds I saw my uncle Javier, two of my dad’s friends, and a person that was being covered by the other people walk into the living room. Once everyone was seated, I saw who the mystery figure was and to be honest, I wish I hadn’t seen. It was Tony. He walked closer and we both yelled at the same time “What are you doing here?!”
“Well I live here. What are you doing here?”
“I came to watch the game. Aren’t you supposed to be out shopping or something.?” Wow he sure had a way with words didn’t he?......NOT
“No why the hell would I miss the game? I love soccer.”
“Well can you go watch it somewhere else I don’t want to be interrupted by your bitching when in trying to watch the game.” Oh so now I bitch at people? Great.
“Well this is my house so you’re the one who should leave.” I said agrresively.
“Whatever fine then. I bet I’ll have you running out of here in no time.”
“Well we’ll just see about that.” I went into the kitchen to look for my dad.
”Dad, what the hell is tony doing here?”
“Watching the game duh.”
“Well I know that but why?” I whisper screamed
“because he’s my friend. Sorry but you’re gonna have to deal with it.” Wow not even my own dad respected when I strongly disliked people. I made my way back to the living room and sat down continuing to watch star wars. Tony took a seat next to me and seemed very invested in the movie himself. Now all I have to do is wait for the sabotage to start. Before I knew it, it was three. I changed the channel and the ‘wooo-ing’ and howling began. Everyone started to dig into the junk food like there was no tomorrow. Time passed by and I felt Tony scooting closer and closer to me. At first I thought it was an accident, but then it was just getting annoying. “Could you please move over?” I asked in an irritated tone. “What? You don’t like being crowded?” ugh his face, his voice, his everything is just too annoying. “No. I don’t actually.” Bad idea to give that information. I mentally face palmed myself. “in that case…” he said as he stood up and began to squish me against the side of the couch. “Get off your going to break my fucking ribs!” I yelled. He wouldn’t budge so I kicked him off sending him to the floor with a thud. Everyone directed their attention from the t.v to us. I along with the others laughed at him as he began to get up slowly while rubbing his hurt ass. He gave me a rude look and sat back down planning his next move.
~Tony’s POV~
I landed on the floor. I got up as everyone laughed, including her. I sat down and began to think. I have to get her back for that. I saw the perfect opportunity when Mexico made a goal and everyone stood up to cheer. I grabbed my open soda from the table and stood up to celebrate along with everyone else. Before the cheering could end, I tilted the can in her direction drenching her in soda. The color heavily staining her white pants.” Sorry, didn’t see you there.” I said sarcastically. Her eyes along with the others’ went wide. She breathed in deeply making it obvious she was trying hard to keep calm. “You know what, I like this color on myself” she said. I looked at her in disbelief. How did she keep calm through that? She got up and left the living room and entered the kitchen. I quietly followed her. I reached over and grabbed a handful of guacamole from a little bowl and threw it at her. She slowly turned around just about ready to kill me. Before I could react I saw Kari running at me. She tackled me and we both landed on the floor. I didn’t even know it was possible for a 19-year old girl to tackle me. She is so much shorter than me. “you little fucking asshole ! I told you if I ever saw you again, you were dead!” just then Jesus walked into the kitchen. “No one is dead. What the hell is going on here?” he questioned the both of us. “what’s going on here is that your daughter is a freakin’ psychopath!” I said still on the floor. ” Well none of this would of happened if you wouldn’t of invited this asshole!” Kari nearly yelled at her father. Jesus started to walk towards the back door and opened it. “you two,” he said with a stern voice while pointing at us, “outside. NOW.”