Hot like M E X I C O (Guillermo && Mallory?)

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory literally didn’t have anything to say. Yeah, she had been in Will’s, or Guillermo, or whatever his name was, position, but she always had something to say. She was mainly shocked that Rose, her Shoe Buddy, had been part of Will’s little…whatever.

"Um.. hi." Like a great Douche bag, Confusion is there. The prick played Mallory off as a pity fuck, but he had been moaning her name pretty damn loudly that evening.

Then came Rose, "Well, what a small world.” Mallory noticed Rose’s jaw clench, and the words were laced with ice from the worst blizzard.

However Mallory wasn’t big on being casual, she had to be completely and utterly casual. She couldn’t raise hell, like usual, she couldn’t hit him, but she so wanted to, and she couldn’t bitch at Rose. No, Rose was a victim in Will’s web of secrets.

“So William, how have you been?” Mallory asked flatly, yet Hellfire burned in her eyes as she pulled up a chair to their couple’s table. She scooted her chair closer to Rose, hopefully Rose didn’t hate her. All the hate should be aimed at Will, not between the two girls.

**C’mon Rose. I am sooo sorry. If I would have known, I wouldn’t have done anything with him. I was alone, I needed a distraction. I am sorry. I love my Shoe Buddy.** Mallory eyes screamed when she gave Rose a glance. Today was horrid, so much for a happy surprise. "What are we having?" Mallory asked Rose teasingly. Maybe they could ignore Will, let him just sit there in agony. If he tried to leave, Mallory would be the first to stop him.

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[ROSE MERCER]

( she's not broken she's just a baby )

"Um.. hi." He was confused, but obviously recognized her. It took Rose a moment to realize that it was probably Mallory's name that he had forgotten. Typical man.

Mallory handled herself with a surprising grace, which impressed Rose. “So William, how have you been?” Rose turned her gaze to Guillermo, expectantly. Yes, what else was Guillermo the Terrible hiding? She felt like a fool. These last couple weeks she had ceased seeking guys out, and here was Mr. THANG, romping around willy nilly. True, they had never come to an agreement on anything like that. They weren't monogamous or anything. Just friends, but....

WHY DID MALLORY HAVE TO BE SO PRETTY?

Her brown eyes were filled with such apology... and she was still pretty with her contrite face! "What are we having?" Rose looked at her back, shrugging lightly as if she didn't care. Her eyes trailed back over to the smiling fellow, and Rose's devious, spiteful, mind began to ponder.

"Soup and sandwiches." She answered, as if distracted by the handsome Sir, whose smile grew once he realized that her attention was on him. Truly, Rose was barely seeing him. She just wanted to sting Guillermo a bit. Will. WHO JUST GOES BY AN ALIAS? She wanted him to squirm. "Well! Since we're all here and familiar with each other... Mallory, how would you rate Guillermo's... sorry, are you Will today? Will's performance?" Rose's smile was fairly genuine looking, given the circumstances.

That's right Will-Guillermo-WHOEVERTHEFUCKYOUARETODAY, I DON'T give two shits a damn. Enjoy your soup.

Her eyes sat on him, unapologetic. Steely. Of course, deep down, she knew this was just one of those Twilight Zone coincidences. How was he to know that the girls, in the huge city of New York, could possibly be friends. And she knew she should have figured him to have been sleeping around. That was what single guys did. But dammit, Rose hadn't wanted it thrown right in her face. When it was out of sight, it was out of mind. And now that it was in her face, she'd shove it in his, and let him stew in it a bit. Her smile was sweet, but heavily laced with thorns.

Stew in it, Motherfucker.

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[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

“So William, how have you been?”
He didn't know what to say with the girl's eyes on him, synchronizing with Rose's glare.
He mused on how he hated her calling him William. Sure, it was easier for some people to say, but Guillermo was what Rose called him.
Not to say- well, that's not why he liked it.. Just because that was his name.
"What are we having?"
Rose shared a smile with the familiar girl and he felt his insides curl uncomfortably. They were now united against him.
This was what he got for sleeping around.
"Soup and sandwiches." Rose answered, looking over his shoulder to grin at the guy behind him. His chest received a sharp pain, fantasizing about turning around and beating the shit out of Mr. Eyes.
He saw the accusation in Rose's expression.when she looked at him, but she glanced at the other girl, grinning normally, with just a slight edge.
"Well! Since we're all here and familiar with each other... Mallory, how would you rate Guillermo's... sorry, are you Will today? Will's performance?"
MALLORY. That was it. Mallory. He scowled at Rose, who seemed to think that he had another name and personality.
Wait. Wait a fucking minute. WHAT did she just say!?
NO. She was NOT doing this. This was horrible revenge. His eyes widened in disbelief, as she smiled at him evilly.
His eyes narrowed.
Bitch.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory watched as William/Guillermo, whoever, just sit there...speechless. Funny thing was that he always seemed to have some smartass thing to say before. Mallory just kept her stare emotionless, except for when she’d look to Rose, who seemed oddly distracted by…Mallory’s gazed followed Rose’s…Mr. Smiley behind William/Guillermo.

Then Rose spoke, "Well! Since we're all here and familiar with each other... Mallory, how would you rate Guillermo's... sorry, are you Will today? Will's performance?"

It was like Rose had read Mallory’s ‘How to be a Top Notch Bitch’ handbook. Mallory gave Rose a devious smile before opening her mouth to speak.

“He had good stamina, as you told me before. Definitely rough. Yet overall, pretty low. I’ve had Much Much better one night stands. But that’s what you get for finding them on the sidewalk all broody and gloomy.” Mallory stated with a grin on her lips. “Now Rose, how would you rate…Guill’s performance?” She asked teasingly. Mallory wore the perfect ‘Fuck You’ smile when she looked at Will. Honestly, sex with him was amazing and lasted for hours, but she couldn’t just say that. What if Rose said he was good. No she wouldn’t she was the one that had the most influence over Will, so she’d need to be the one to totally bulldozer his ego.

No matter how much she actually believed Rose’s casual, calm attitude, Mallory had a sixth sense about upset and hurt girls. Mallory had been the reason to see girls do exactly what Rose was doing, and Mallory knew that Rose was feeling something WAY more intense than just a friendship. Honestly, she believed that Rose would work out some story that would lead her to go back to William. Whether it be love or lust, Rose was under a spell and Mallory could see it clear as day. Hopefully, William was ignorant to that fact.

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[ROSE MERCER]

( she's not broken she's just a baby )

Rose watched Guillermo's deep brown eyes turn to slits, full of awareness at what Rose was doing. Her eyes darted to Mallory as she gave her assessment, "He had good stamina, as you told me before. Definitely rough." Rose bit the inside of her mouth, trying not to let her face make any movements. "Definitely rough. Yet overall, pretty low. I’ve had Much Much better one night stands. But that’s what you get for finding them on the sidewalk all broody and gloomy.”

Mallory was lying, Rose knew from experience after all. But she wanted to sting Guillermo too. But, it had only been one night? Taking a bite of her soup, she let the comforting feeling wash over her. “Now Rose, how would you rate…Guill’s performance?” Guill, that was clever. Will and Guillermo rolled into one happy package.

But looking at his face, that was not happy.

Good. Be angry.

Rose shrugged, wanting to draw it out. Stirring the cheese into her soup, she tore the crust of her bread and chewed it thoughtfully. How long did she want Guillermo to suffer for this? That was the question. When dealing with vengeance, if the crime was small enough, Rose would exact her revenge, then move on as if completely forgotten. Forgive and forget.

But not quite yet.

"Oh, their are definitely things that could be worked on, but I wouldn't give him an all around bad review." Her face was stony, as she stared into her soup. She looked at Mallory, no longer liking the topic, forcing a smile. After all, she had started it. "Perhaps you can try him out again. Maybe you caught him on a bad day."

Rose looked at his brown eyes. And with her big, blue, cold eyes she told him: I. DO. NOT. CARE.

She wished she had just stayed at work for lunch today, snacking off her Uncle's food. Motors, she understood. Transmissions, she got. Feelings... not so much.

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[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

"He had good stamina, as you told me before. Definitely rough. Yet overall, pretty low. I’ve had Much Much better one night stands. But that’s what you get for finding them on the sidewalk all broody and gloomy.”
Guillermo shot Mallory a glare. Her voice hadn't been very low that afternoon..
“Now Rose, how would you rate…Guill’s performance?”
"The name's Guillermo, Mallory." He addressed her for the second time.
Guill? Really?
Rose shrugged, while she stirred her soup, then took a bite of her bread.
"Oh, there are definitely things that could be worked on, but I wouldn't give him an all around bad review."
Her face was expressionless, her jaw still set. God, why was she like this? And why did she affect him like this?
"Perhaps you can try him out again. Maybe you caught him on a bad day."
He looked up from his plate and into Rose's eyes. She didn't care what he did anymore. Her blue eyes were hurt and cutting.
They seared through him like wildfire.
He couldn't breathe.
He stood and walked briskly to the door, grabbing his skateboard and rushing out into the sun.
He was wounded. He couldn't tell if it was his ego or honor or some other shit like that. But he knew it hurt.
He jumped onto his board and skated down the street, ducking into an alleyway.
Goddamnit.

[MALLORY TORRES]

“Honestly, Guill. I really couldn’t care less. So Shut the Fuck up.” Mallory couldn’t handle it anymore, she had been pushed, no, shoved over the edge and now she was going to give him a piece of her mind. But not now, after Rose finished dishing out some pain, Mallory would then just unleash hell. She smiled as Rose finished, but quickly her smile faded, when Guill practically ran out. Yeah, he was hurt.

Turning to Rose, Mallory started, “You SERIOUSLY think that I would ever touch him again?” She voiced was showing how hurt she felt that Rose had mentioned that. She definitely couldn’t believe that Rose would actually assume that she’d take her man. “Let me tell you something. I may be a bitch, I steal boyfriends for fun, and I practically hate the world, but you are my friend and that is a BIG deal. Understand that, because if you go back to Guill…” Mallory couldn’t finish, she felt so flustered and upset, yet Rose didn’t deserve Mallory to yell at her. Sighing and looking out the window, Mallory attempted to get her emotions under control. "Just don't do it." She fought for the right word, "Please."

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[ROSE MERCER]

( she's not broken she's just a baby )

He couldn't have gotten out of the firing zone fast enough. Had she been too mean? Thinking this over, her eyebrows raised as Mallory began talking, almost frantically. “You SERIOUSLY think that I would ever touch him again? Let me tell you something. I may be a bitch, I steal boyfriends for fun, and I practically hate the world, but you are my friend and that is a BIG deal. Understand that, because if you go back to Guill…” Rose's mouth fell open, shocked.

Back to him? She didn't even hear the rest of what Mallory said, as the sound of her brain's panic attack was far too distracting. "First of all, thank you. I appreciate the sentiment, really. Your my friend too, but you really don't owe me any favors. Guillermo is my friend, nothing more. We have sex, but just because courting for a one night stand is too damn much work. It's... like a business partnership." The words didn't sit right, but her exasperated tone was convincing. "I mean.. yeah, I was surprised. It's a pretty weird coincidence. But he can do what he wants, with whom he wants, whenever he wants. Just like I can." How upset was he? Was he just sick of being attacked? Were his feelings hurt? No, not the King of Apathy.

Pulling out her phone, she pulled up his number, texting him.

U ok?

She shouldn't care. If anyone should be storming around, it should be her. Maybe Mallory. Speaking of Mallory.... She looked up at her earnest friend, smiling to let her know she was ok. "Really, I'm fine. Didn't you say you don't like it when they get clingy? I am the poster child for that sentiment. I don't cling, nor get clung too, and that's how I like it."

Bullshitters know how to bullshit.

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[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

He boarded into an alleyway, not paying much attention.
A pipe caught underneath his wheels and he was propelled forward onto the cement. He lay there for a moment, breathing hard, then moaned as he tried to sit up. He had scrapes all over from the rough contact with the pavement. His arms were skinned up and started to bleed. He felt some dripping under his chin as well, only to pull his hand away from it and find blood. He moved with difficulty to lean against the wall.
Why had he run like that?
How could she have cut him so deep, with just her blue eyes.
Her beautiful blue eyes..
God, he was such a fucker.
He couldn't explain the guilt and discomfort he had felt with these two girls meeting and discussing him, obviously having known each other from before.
It wasn't the same with other girls. He could't care less about what Mallory thought of him. That ship had sailed.
He felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out, hissing at the sting of the fabric against his open cut.
A text from Rose?
U ok?
Guillermo gripped his hair in frustration.
No, I am not fucking ok! What the hell was that!?

[MALLORY TORRES]

As the words escaped Rose’s lips, Mallory felt like someone had just slapped her, repeatedly in the face. Rose was just shoving Mallory away by speaking and not following Girl Code. *Rule 45: If your friend and you end up fucking the same guy, then a mutual understand of avoiding the guy is in order.* Yep, It was there hypothetically of course. But, every girl knew this, yet Mallory hadn’t had to think about it because she never had a girlfriend until now. She never really cared, and the one time that she did it wasn’t good enough. Mallory wasn’t good enough.

When Rose fished out her phone and texted someone, obviously Guill, Mallory felt her heart sink and anger rise. Then Rose started talking again, and lied to Mallory, her ‘friend.’ Yep, Mallory wasn’t even good enough for the truth. “You know Rose. You are a fucking liar. It’s sad that I even tried having this…friendship.” Mallory stood up and glared daggers at Rose. “The reason why I am a bitch, do the stuff that I do, and lack any real friends is because I know for a fact that people never actually give a shit about other people.” Mallory spoke through clinched teeth as she slid her chair back under the table. “And you know, I actually valued our friendship. Made me happy, truly happy. Yet, you lie to yourself and avoid happiness. You shove it away and take it for granted.” She said gesturing towards the outside. “The guy obviously has some pretty strong feelings for you if he just storms off, and YOU obviously feel something too.” Mallory felt her temper continue to rise and she had to literally retrain herself from smacking the passing waiter.

Retrieving her keys from her purse, Mallory let her mind settle down. She really felt like Rose didn’t give two shits about Mallory. Hell, Rose probably didn’t give two shits about anyone, or she attempted to . “One more thing, had you ACTUALLY been truthful and admitted your feelings for him, then I wouldn’t be upset that you will go back to him. However, you are scared. A scared little girl hiding behind a mask.” The words that Mallory spoke were aimed for Rose, but she felt them impact her life. Her and Rose was so similar, that it was almost scary. Mallory couldn't accept that though, so she turned heel and headed for her car with her eyes stinging from the coming onslaught of tears.

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[ROSE MERCER]

( she's not broken she's just a baby )

“You know Rose. You are a fucking liar. It’s sad that I even tried having this…friendship.” Rose sat in wide eyed shock as Mallory let her have it. She opened her mouth to protest, only to have Mallory begin her tirade again. The reason why I am a bitch, do the stuff that I do, and lack any real friends is because I know for a fact that people never actually give a shit about other people. And you know, I actually valued our friendship. Made me happy, truly happy. Yet, you lie to yourself and avoid happiness. You shove it away and take it for granted.” This was not how Rose saw her day going. Not at all.

"Mallory..."

“The guy obviously has some pretty strong feelings for you if he just storms off, and YOU obviously feel something too.” Rose clamped her mouth shut, not even wanting to touch that. Mallory took a few breathes before finishing off her verbal kung fu combo. “One more thing, had you ACTUALLY been truthful and admitted your feelings for him, then I wouldn’t be upset that you will go back to him. However, you are scared. A scared little girl hiding behind a mask.” With that, Rose's first girl friend bolted out the door, leaving Rose in a room with staring strangers.

To put a cherry on top of the sundae of a shitty day, Rose's phone began to buzz.

No, I am not fucking ok! What the hell was that!?

Fabulous. Rubbing her eyes, she began to text him back.

Mal is gone. Come back. We'll talk. Not good over text.

Well, it wasn't Shakespeare, but it was something. Pausing, she stared at her phone. "Dammit."


Please.

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[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

He slouched against the brick, wincing a bit at the stings on his arms. Dirt and God knows what else was all over him. His phone vibrated and he reached for it again.
Mal is gone. Come back. We'll talk. Not good over text.
Tempted to send back a bitch-like response, he held his phone for a moment, thinking.
Did he really want to go back?
There was going to be yelling, he could feel it.
The sad part was the injustice of it all. What had he really done wrong? He wasn't seeing either of them, nor had he given them promises to see them.
He lifted his phone to text back a negative and it vibrated again.
Please.
He sighed, typing back four words. He got to his feet painfully and stretched a little. Picking up his board, he jumped onto it (careful to avoid the pole this time) and sped off.
On my way
He showed up to the restaurant a few minutes later. He didn't go inside, he looked like such a mess.
If he walked in there, people would think he got beaten by a gang member.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory made it to her car, unlocked the door, but didn't sit when the tears started to stream down her face. She hadn't cried for real in a long long time and it felt great to just let herself go. She leaned back and closed her eyes as her silent sobs came slow and easy. It was almost relaxing to just cry, but crying was showing weakness. She felt her breathing return to normal, the the tears still streamed, like a valve was broken and wouldn't shut off automatically. She felt so relieved that she started to clear her mind, and decided to go apologize to Rose and just give her a big hug.

Mallory opened her eyes and noticed Guil standing in front of the restaurant, waiting. She felt the feeling of betrayal creep back into her heart, but before it could take over Mallory shut her emotions off. She sat in her car and just stared at the He-Devil that had stolen her friend. She felt...nothing.

She did feel her hands crank her car up, then form clenched fist around the leather of her steering wheel. She felt the rumble of her baby and she began to pull out of the parking lot. She watched Guill, and barely noticed when she peeled out, before speeding around the corner. Fuck Rose. Fuck Guill. Fuck Friends. Mallory wouldn't let that happen again. She'd remain cold.

[ROSE MERCER]

( she's not broken she's just a baby )

Rose sat with her head down, waiting for Guillermo to poke her head with a stick or something. She was so sick of this. And people wondered why she hated people. The sound of a car, hot pink as it turns out, peeling out of the parking lot made Rose sit up suddenly, seeing a soda in front of her. Looking around, she saw the smiling youth from before. In a poisonous mood as it was, Rose bumped the drink off the table, staring at him pointedly. Looking around, she saw Guillermo waiting outside.

What the hell?

Getting up, she opened the door, about to ask him what he was doing, when she saw his face. "What happe- You have oil on your face." This day just couldn't get any worse. It really couldn't. And it had started out so nice too. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him in the restaurant, past the staring patrons, who were watching her like she was the star of some fantastic soap opera. "So, is skateboarding while angry the equivalent to driving drunk or something?" Flinching at her own words, she wet down a piece of paper towel, and sat Guillermo down on the toilet. "Sorry. I'm didn't mean- Listen." She sealed her mouth, dabbing at his chin lightly.

"Listen... I'm a defective when it comes to stuff like this. I don't do... feelings. I just... don't. Somehow today I got walked out on and screamed at in front of a bistro full of people. I have an inkling that it might be a little my fault." She tried not to look at his brown eyes, focusing on his wounds. "I wasn't jealous. Mallory got that feeling for some reason. I wasn't angry. Surprised, sure I'll give you that. Not that I can't tell why you'd go after a girl like Mallory. She's pretty and rich and apparently very loyal. Very."

She rinsed the paper towel, trying into robot mode. "I tried being nonchalant about it. But, lets face it, I can't talk about transmission fluid and the Knicks to Mallory, and I can't talk about double loop stitched Prada with you. I jumped to the only common ground I could come to. Inappropriate? Maybe. Sue me." Sighing, she threw out the paper towel and got a new piece, wetting it down, finishing off cleaning his chin. "Now your all mad at me, even though we agreed it was casual. And she's all... jumping to... INSANE... conclusions. What do you people want from me?" Losing her temper, she threw the wet paper towel at the wall, leaning against the wall.

"We're friends, right? Good friends who have great sex. Because... I don't do more. Okay. I can't. It's impossible. So if this is going to be weird, you need to tell me. I don't deal with weird well." Getting on her knees, she grabbed his wrists, looking at his hands. "Damn... you banged yourself up pretty good."

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[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

"What happe- You have oil on your face." Before he could protest, she dragged him into the restaurant and into the bathroom.
"So, is skateboarding while angry the equivalent to driving drunk or something? Sorry. I'm didn't mean- Listen." She paused, seeming to get the words together.
"Listen... I'm a defective when it comes to stuff like this. I don't do... feelings. I just... don't. Somehow today I got walked out on and screamed at in front of a bistro full of people. I have an inkling that it might be a little my fault. I wasn't jealous. Mallory got that feeling for some reason. I wasn't angry. Surprised, sure I'll give you that. Not that I can't tell why you'd go after a girl like Mallory. She's pretty and rich and apparently very loyal. Very."
She patted lightly at his skin with the wet towel. He stared into her face, attempting to catch her eyes.
"I tried being nonchalant about it. But, lets face it, I can't talk about transmission fluid and the Knicks to Mallory, and I can't talk about double loop stitched Prada with you. I jumped to the only common ground I could come to. Inappropriate? Maybe. Sue me."
She wiped the towel under his chin, earning an involuntary shudder from Guillermo. "Now your all mad at me, even though we agreed it was casual. And she's all... jumping to... INSANE... conclusions. What do you people want from me?" She angrily chucked the towel at the opposite wall.
"Rose, I jus-"
"We're friends, right? Good friends who have great sex. Because... I don't do more. Okay. I can't. It's impossible. So if this is going to be weird, you need to tell me. I don't deal with weird well."
She stared at his hands her own smooth hands holding his wrists lightly. "Damn... you banged yourself up pretty good."
"Rose," he took his hands in hers.
Finally getting her attention made it a little easier to find the words.
"I'm.... I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this whole thing to happen. I especially her screaming at you. That was uncalled for. We are friends, Rose."
He dropped his gaze to their hands, shy in front of her for the first time ever.
"If I'm honest, you're my best friend. And I'm sorry that you lost her because of me."