She had kept quiet about a couple of embarrassing things that happened afterwards, and, he realized, he hadn’t even been afraid that she would tell them to anyone.
He had rarely talked to her in the past (why would he?), but per some reason, she had been around when a couple of… dire situations happened to him, and she had helped him. Maybe it was her horrible, horrible fringe, or those giant cartoony glasses, or the way she even seemed to wear an oversized uniform, but at times he almost felt pity for her. He didn’t understand her one bit but there was something about her… Except he didn’t want to think about it, because it implied thinking about Betty, and he didn’t want to think about Betty. Sighing with content, she was so distracted she almost got rolled over by a car, but thankfully managed to get home safely.Īrmando had a lot to think about, too. Her friends had gone home quite a while before her, but she preferred to be by herself at the moment anyway. Roberto didn’t seem happy, but he didn’t argue.īetty also parted alone. Armando went in another direction, claiming that his wounds were nothing and he still had something to do before going home. Armando and Betty didn’t talk with one another, Roberto interceded at every time, and soon enough, they parted ways. The headmaster, now looking frankly concerned, talked to them for a little while longer. He believed that what they had said had been revolting. No matter if he found her revolting or not, he at least had found those comments to be. She adjusted her glasses to hide her watery eyes, because she couldn’t believe that, out of all the hundreds of people at school, it had been the popular, casanova Armando Mendoza the one who defended her. But there were times, like this one, when some people were remarkably more meaner than usual. “It was revolting.”īetty knew better than to be affected by those comments. The way they said them, it was…” he shaked his head once again. With a start, she catched from the glimpse of her eyes Armando abruptly raising his head, with a fierce scowl. It’s not like they were saying anything untrue.” But it’s okay, I’ve dealt with these things before. She lowered her eyes, answering “About my appearance, sir. They were just… saying things about me.”īetty adjusted her glasses with embarrassment, trying not to look at Armando, who was starting to look positively impatient and annoyed, with a trace of something else that she couldn’t pinpoint at the moment. “Miss… Pinzón, were they trying to harm you in any way?” Roberto Mendoza looked again towards Betty, then again at his son. He was just trying to defend me.”īetty tried to hold the headmaster’s gaze, although she couldn’t help her eyes to lower, while he frowned.Īrmando avoided his father’s questioning gaze. “No, Mr Mendoza, it was– it was my fault. He grimaced, perhaps in pain, too, judging by his swollen lip, and the bump on his forehead.
But I couldn’t just stay still while they… while they…” “No, father”, Armando said, shaking his head. “I want to know just what happened”, the headmaster said, this time sounding more tired than angry. Armando remained still, same as Betty, too shocked to speak. They didn’t wait to hear it again, and scurried off. The trio, each one of them with visible bruises on their faces and wrists, averted their gazes, mumbling. If the bell hadn’t rang already, and if those that are still here were not already in need to arrive at their homes, I would leave you in detention indefinitely, right this moment.” “And you three, go straight home this instant. “I’m sure you will”, the man replied sternly. Then they looked at each other, and the moment passed.Īrmando braced himself and turned to look at the headmaster. Armando wriggled in pain, but yanked himself free, violently pushing his opponents away.īut before they could land another blow, another voice yelled at them, and they hesitated too long.
CAMBIO DE BETTY LA FEA FREE
A tall one grabbed him from behind, and the moment Armando struggled to free himself, a third one took advantage of the moment and punched him right in the face. Word: Protective / Setting: High School AUĪ/N: What do you mean with “who writes about a soap opera? YSBLF? Really?” Well, me for starters! But there is also a YSBLF category in Ao3, so this is not the first fanfiction for that fandom… Anyway, here goes nothing…Įveryone had pretty much already left the school, so not many got to see such a scene, nor heard the commotion.īetty’s eyes widened like saucers, hand quickly covering her mouth while Armando Mendoza, the Armando Mendoza, kicked the man on the floor, whle surrounded by other two or three others that were trying to have a go at him.
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