Chapter 22: Ranting and Food

                                    

                                          
*Two weeks later*
                          
"He's a dumb boy," Valentina scolded as I sat curled up on their couch. "He says he doesn't like you like that but then he puts himself on you." 
                          
"Correction: we both put ourselves on each other. I did it back for a bit," I admitted shamefully, quickly shoving a piece of chocolate with a spoonful of ice cream down my mouth. 
                          
"Tsk tsk," spoke Santiago from his spot on the ground where he played a violent video game which was displayed on the television. 
                          
"Stop making her feel worse," scowled Valentina at her son. 
                          
"I don't know what to do. It's been two weeks and I've been ignoring him as much as I can. He's tried phoning me, texting me, leaving packages outside my door which said that he was going to finally respect my privacy," I rambled. "But he doesn't know that I don't want him to 'respect my privacy'. I want to talk to him."
                          
"Continue," Valentina spoke, reminding me of Dr.Phil. 
                          
"But it's just not fair that he gets to choose how to play with my feelings. I won't let a stupid boy do that to me," I ranted as Valentina nodded in agreement. 
                          
"Preach, sista," she raised her spoon from her own tub of ice cream. 
                          
"Why are boys like this?" I asked to no one in particular. 
                          
"Die you fúcking bítch," cussed Santiago as mine and Valentina's eyes widened. 
                          
I looked over at him to see him angrily glaring at the screen, his fingers pressing the buttons on the controller at lightning speed. Valentina yelled, "Santiago!"  
                          
"What?!" He barked out angrily before his figure went rigid and his character stopped moving. He laughed sheepishly and turned around with a painful smile. "Sorry, yes, mama?" 
                          
"That's more like it," she spoke, eying him. "Watch your language, you dumb shít."
                          
"Wow, quite contradictory," he mumbled to himself, going back to his game. 
                          
"See? Why are they like that?" I asked, exasperatedly throwing my hands up in his direction. 
                          
"I don't know, boys are stupid. There's a reason I'm not gay," Santiago spoke again, eyes on the screen. 
                          
"But Harry... you said you were-"
                          
"He's an exception, darling. I told ju mílfs are my thing," he continued as his mother sighed, giving up on correcting his behaviour. "But Harry, phew, he is another story."
                          
"Not helping the situation," Valentina warned as he nodded. 
                          
"I'm sad. He's my best friend and now I feel like I have to avoid him because I confided to him about my feelings and he's using that against me, to his own pleasure. It's cruel," I spoke quickly, pausing at the end. 
                          
"Preach," said both Santiago and Valentina at once. 
                          
I watched warily as Santiago pressed the buttons so quick that his fingers were a blur. "How do you train your fingers to be that fast?" I asked in curiosity. 
                          
Santiago began, "I finger women-" Valentina cleared her throat loudly as he stopped mid-sentence. "I have a finger woman. See? She's a woman and women can do anything because they rule the world. La-la-laaa," Santiago held up a finger for justification, claiming that it was a specific gender.