Raimondo's POV
"The fuck did you just say to me, asshole?" This pretty lady, who apparently turns out to be crazy, shouts out of the blue. Is she for real right now?
I just saved her ass from falling, and this is all she could say? What is wrong with her?
"Excuse me…? Did you just refer to me as an asshole?" I asked just to confirm.
"Yes, I did," she says with her arms crossed.
"Excuse me, miss, but do you know who I am?" I asked, bewildered.
"The fuck do I care? You insulted me, so I have every right to call you an asshole." She goes on to say.
What the heck is she talking about? I just met this lady. Is she nuts or something? When did I insult her? Gosh, she's already getting on my nerves.
"What are you talking about? When did I insult you?" I asked her.
"Just now, in whatever language it was you spoke." She says. Looks like she's calming down now. Well, that's a relief.
"Oh, that? I didn't insult you. I just asked if you're blind in Spanish." I tell her, thinking it will calm her down and stop her from calling me an asshole. But I was totally wrong, as she flared up and started coming at me, but her friend was quick to hold her back.
"Let go of me, Ariela! Let me teach this asshole a lesson. Can you believe he just said I'm blind? Me? Blind…? How? And to think it's not an insult to him!" She kept on ranting as she struggled to get out of her friend's hold.
Why do I feel like she already has anger in her and is looking for someone to vent on? And it's me she decided to choose? I hope she doesn't regret it later because I'm starting to lose my last bit of patience as it stands now.
Her friend finally got tired and let go of her, and she came straight at me.
I really have no idea what she's trying to do. To hit me or what? Because I bet that isn't going to hurt much.
Before she could get very close to me, I lifted my right hand and placed it on top of her head, which made her come to an abrupt stop. She tries moving but is unable to, and I just stare down at her. This lady sure is a full package of trouble.
"Get your filthy hands off of me right now!" She exclaims, trying to wiggle out of my hold.
"What do you want to do, feisty?" I asked her, annoyed.
"I want to hit you for insulting me." She says, looking like she's about to explode.
"Well, go ahead then. If it makes you feel any better." I say as I let go of my hold on her head. She doesn't waste time punching me in the stomach.
"Ouchhh!" I fake a groan, thinking it will get her worried, thereby making her stop. Oh, how wrong of me to have had that assumption.
Feisty got motivated, or more like she was enjoying my pain, and went ahead to punch me again.
Her friend came running over, thinking she was hurting me, and tried to stop her. But then, she won't give in and keeps punching me in the stomach. I bet her hands hurt by now because she was already panting after just four cute punches. Her friend stepped aside, as she was also tired.
With her punch being anything but a pat on my stomach, I say to her in Spanish, "Puedes hacerlo mejor que eso." ¿Sabes?"
Meaning, "You can do better than that. You know?"
"Aishhh, did you just insult me again?" She asks, flaring up in rage.
Before I could even get the chance to say something, she literally jumped up and slapped me hard across my left cheek.
What the freaking hell just happened? She dared to slap me? For what exactly? At this point, I was boiling with rage as I turned towards her direction.
"What is wrong with you? Are you nuts?" I shouted out loud at her. And all of a sudden Miss Feisty becomes terrified, looking like she's about to pee her pants. Bet she hardly gets any scolding. No wonder she's behaving like a spoiled brat.
She tries to back away from me, and without thinking twice, I put my hands under her arms, lifting her into the air.
She looks shocked to the core as she realizes she's off the firm ground.
I don't know if she thought I was going to throw her to the floor or something because she started panicking the next second, begging me to put her down.
"Can you please put me back down? I don't want to be up here." She screams, throwing her legs and arms around.
Gosh, she's so annoying. I wonder how her friend puts up with her.
"Can you shut the fuck up and calm down?" I shouted at her again while shaking her.
Thank goodness she complies and keeps quiet.
"Good. Now listen to me carefully. You have no right to get angry or go as far as to slap me. Because if anyone should be angry here, then it should be me." I say
"Why should it be you?" She shouts back, interrupting me even after I told her to shut up.
"Can't you just shut up for once?" I asked, annoyed.
"Sorry." She says in a low voice. "Go ahead, I'm listening." She goes on to say.
"Great! As I was saying, I should be the one getting angry here because you bumped into me first. And you fucking broke my MacBook and then my phone. And you didn't even have the decency to say thank you after I saved you from hitting the ground." I say as she just stares at me like she's hanging on my palms for her dear life. "Eres una loca que es ingrata y no sabe cómo mostrar gratitud hacia un ayudante." I added, still angry.
Which meant, "You are a crazy woman who is ungrateful and does not know how to show gratitude towards a helper."
Before I even blink, I feel something hit me hard in my balls.