𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 ❥︎❥︎❥︎

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏. Four hours is all the teenage girl got, with a taste of waking up twice during those two hours. But she somehow still felt rested enough to have a normal day.

The day before had been a complete rollercoaster, from a comical fight to a horrible family meeting she had to think about for the rest of the night.

Her sister was soon to be moved in for a little while just because her parents decided they would rather be away for months instead with their daughter, her memories of them all hanging out very small as it rarely happened.

At two am she decided to rearrange her room, some ending up back in its regular spot as she thought it was a horrendous look. Clothing was thrown in a pile while makeup brushes were being cleaned.

She felt as if she had to do something in order to keep sane enough from all the news, she felt like pulling each and every individual eyelash off her eyelids, having to put goggles on to avoid that as she thrashed around her room.

Then she fell back asleep and walked up an hour later scrolling on her phone with no intent to sleep, at ten am she was eating her second bowl of cereal and the second bar of dark chocolate fully invested in her show.

But then she came to reality while directly biting the chocolate bar, already half into it. Her eyes finally directing towards the time on her iPhone, approximately 6 hours after she had woken up.

She stuffed her junk into her designated food drawer and immediately took her bowl to the kitchen.

"Isn't that your third bowl of cereal?" Indira rolled her eyes placing her bowl in the sink, the glass clinking the side of the sink as she went towards the fridge.

"Second." She corrected grabbing a cold water out of the fridge. She went back upstairs ignoring her sister and went back to gather her things and think.

She never once thought about abandoning her plan.

Sure she was having a horrible week, but since her plan had turned a 180, she had all night to think of something fast.

While it may have looked like she was sulking, in distress, and in denial. She was thinking of things she could do, legally.

So, she had to exclude Sayla Layora or whatever her name was from her plan. Any variety of her, which limited her choices until she finally came up with one.

But there was not only one person she needed some type of revenge on, it went up to two.

With those two, Indira realized they had something in common.

That something was that they had both dated each other, loved each other, obviously wanted each other back in some other shape or form.

But what if she could get revenge back on the Larusso girl while doing it to the Diaz boy?

That's when Indira smiled, shaking in excitement heading towards her closet and shutting it as light lit up her face.

She knew she was about to have so much fun.

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MIGUEL DIAZ WAS heading with his karate class to some place his sensei was taking them, the mystery man tagging along.

He hadn't been in much of the right mind since he and Sam Larusso had broken up, his mind had been scattered all over the place messing his training up.

His mind also ran off another girl. But for the opposite reason, he didn't know who she was. But he did know she was absolutely infuriating to be around.

So obviously the last thing he expected was for the girl from a couple nights ago to show up chunky orange heels stumbling through the dirt. Eyebrows creasing together and looking around, only him noticing the noticeably shorter girl in a bright colored outfit walking towards them.

Since he hadn't felt like making a scene he quickly started walking towards her, both eyes interlocking in the moment making him gulp unexpectedly.

Indira stumbled through dirt gracefully until she had gotten to the entrance. Behold, the boy who she had wanted to strangle since she first heard him was standing in front of her. Looking as innocent as ever making her eyes roll before opening her mouth.

"I need to talk to you." Her voice was loud, her being loud being on purpose making his eyes enlarge and chatter from everyone stop behind him.

She gave everyone a dirty look as she placed her sunglasses on her face. "Fuck off."

She took a hold of his hand and forcefully pulled him, to which he allowed turning around and giving the older man a look as they went back onto concrete.

Miguel stumbled, his head nearly running into a tree branch before he had blocked it with his arm, a small scratch now on his arm. He looked very nervous, that made the short girl roll her eyes underneath her sunglasses as her hand laid on her back pocket.

"Miguel." His eyes looked everywhere and then to her, but not directly as he didn't want to get told off again. "Look, if this is about your car I'm so sorry. Please don't sue me, my family doesn't have that kind of money!" He pleaded.

She snorted and laughed in his face. His face dropped looking offended now, she lifted her phone up and pressed a red button making it drop even more. "Now I have voice confirmation of you confirming you ruined my car." She said with a malice smile.

"It was only the windshield." He said under his breath, her clearly hearing as they were right next to each other, kicking his leg she huffed annoyed.

His head turned slightly getting ready to say something but she simply cut him off. "I have a proposition for you." They heard yelling, Miguel grabbed her forearm and started waking, in annoyance she pulled it back and wiped her arm off.

"What's the proposition?"

"I obviously can't tell you while we're in ear range, idiot!" He quickly turned around while the rest of his team looked unhappy, play fighting with each other while the two older men looked not so happy.

"Will you stay until I'm done at least?"

She gave him a look. "no."

"Can we meet in a couple hours then?" He said in a lower tone, she saw him becoming more anxious and watched him squirm for a bit until finally speaking up. "Fine."

He was quick to hand his phone to her making her eye him almost instantly. "I knew you wanted my number, Diaz." Her hand was already on the phone when he tried pulling back, but she pulled harder and had it in her hands.

He ignored her words, biting the inside of his cheek looking over at her hands typing on his phone, about to grab it back when she glanced up at him. "It would be a great time to take my 'one free picture' coupon."

He took his phone back with a small glare while she had smiled, slight deja vu eating him up from a couple nights ago, but he shook it off.

She looked him up and down with a judgmental look before turning around. "And never wear that outfit again."

"Am I that hot?"

"Stop speaking."

He scratched his head and bit the inside of his lip. "Yes, ma'am." She gave him a little cheeky smile and dipped. Annoyance leaving her body.

Miguel watched her leave, his body untensing and breathing the breath he didn't realize he was holding in out.

He rubbed his forehead as an upcoming headache was occurring and pushed it back, he was feeling confused and a little scared.

He couldn't explain the second emotion, but the first emotion was obvious. He hadn't exactly meant to act on his thoughts the other night. But he did and from what he observed, she had something up her sleeve and he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing.

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INDIRA SAT AT THE DINER. The same diner she had precisely verbally bullied Miguel Diaz very few nights ago. She had texted him to meet her there, him replying with the stoic emoji to which she sent a heart and leaving his next text on seen, that text which happened to be a thumbs down.

She ordered a chocolate smoothie with a side of strawberries, a basket of fries, and a water.

The workers had created her quite nicely this time around. That being how she decided to actually tip since the service was good, something very rare Indira seemed to notice, specifically in L.A.

She dipped her fries in her shake and greedily ate them, one hand scrolling through screenshots of messages between moon and jasmine, her deciding what she should text to moon next.

Moon wasn't so great when it came to confirmation, even of the littlest things. So she usually asked Indira to text her what to text. Usually they were really mean, but moon usually reworded them making Indira wonder why she asked her in the first place.

Miguel walked in, a whole new outfit immediately finding her. Her bright outfit illuminating her making Miguel shake his head and heart tighten, not at all confident about what the two were about to discuss. But it didn't feel as if it was so negative either.

However, Miguel was not the best at telling people's feelings, especially when he couldn't even tell his own.

While taking a bite, Miguel sat down in front of her. His eyes were eyeing her with a raised eyebrow at the food to which she slid him the basket of fries.

"Miguel! How so nice to see you!" He moved the fries closer and gave her a smile back awkwardly to which she sighed at. "Look I wanna talk about sally."

"S-sally?" He stuttered. Confused as his eyebrows creased together, now eating his fries with confusion.

"Your ex?" She said as if he was hard in the head.

Dipping the strawberry in the shake she put her phone on the table and took a bite. "Sam?"

"Yeah, her. What's her deal."

"You followed me while training, blackmailed me, and now want to talk about my ex." He said in disbelief, a scoff leaving his throat dropping his half bitten fry sourly.

"I just said that."

He stood up as Indira sipped on her milkshake, seeing his dramatics and rolling her eyes. "Sit down, drama queen."

"No!"

"You came here willingly and ate the fries I bought, sit down and listen to what I have to say instead of thinking of that sad excuse of an ex who clearly has issues." She could see Miguel lazily sit down, eyes training on her. He was clearly somewhat angry, she wouldn't blame him though.

He continued to eat the fries and stared at her right in the face, which she somewhat appreciated. At least he wasn't looking away like he was doing every time they interacted.

"You love her right?"

He stayed silent, but choked on the handful of fries he had stuffed in his mouth to avoid actually talking to her. "You want her back?"

He nodded while Indira sipped on her milkshake and just blinked at him. "I don't speak stupid, speak up babe." His face reddened letting out a cough.

"I- I do."

"Someone should get you checked out." She muttered under her breath while he questioned her with a hug, to which she ignored.

"How much do you....do you think we'd get along with each other?"

He raised an eyebrow at that question? The question was out of the blue and was not expecting to say the least, but he clearly knew the answer when he began ugly laughing, Indira's face dropping as she just blinked. "We wouldn't. Ever. Like, never."

"What if I said I thought of something to make that happen." She leaned forward, drinking her milkshake but making the karate boy more intrigued. Her arms on the table smiling making him move closer in question.

"What are you talking about..?"

"I hate Samantha Larusso." She said blandly, the name rolling off her tongue like a parasite lived in her name and she wanted to stay away from it.

Miguel however was confused. "Why?"

Boys. She muttered in her head, he seemed a little slow in the head by the lack of answers, but oh well.

" We had a little fight at her house. She lost. I won. She's a bitch, I want her to suffer. And like whatever vendetta she has against me."

Miguel backed away and looked around to see if anybody heard that. If they had they ignored and kept their nosiness to themselves.

"Emotionally." She added sweetly, it not being authentic whatsoever. Not that Miguel knew that.

"But I don't want to hurt her?" Miguel said. As if it was obvious, he had wanted the girl back, not to make her hate him.

"She hates you. That means you already hurt her dumbass."

He stumped back annoyed, looking as if he wanted to refuse her words. But they went around in circles in his mind, he couldn't help but feel saddened. But he toughed up remembering who he was and who he was in front of.

No doubt she'd hurt his ego once again if seeing him sulk over Sam, she was worth it, and he'd do anything to get her back. Anything to get her looking in his direction once more even if it hasn't been that long.

When he was brought out of his trance he saw the brown haired girl slurping out of her empty cup louder and louder, it most definitely was to annoy him.

Indira put her cut down and ate another strawberry peacefully noticing Miguel's attention being back into her and not disassociating onto the back of the old bald man's head. "I haven't changed...I...I just got more confident." He confided.

Indira looked down at his comment and back up. "You need better taste in women." Then she smirked after her comment completely freaking him out.

"Why are you doing that." He said as his back hit the back of his booth.

"Smiling, it's a form of happiness!",

He shook his head no. "That was not a smile, it was evil."

"Shut up Diaz, the only evil thing here is your wardrobe." She said putting the food away to the side. "Anyways let me get to the point."

And she indeed did get to the point instantly, almost to instantly making Miguel get verbal whiplash.

"We should fake date!"

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THE DAY HAD GONE BY slowly. Almost as if time was stalling on purpose. Ever since she spoke those four words, the words that left the Diaz boy in shock for a few minutes.

The rest of the minutes was him stuttering and a blushing mess while Indira had been sipping on her now lemon water that she had requested in the silence of the two.

She recalled that time many times after she had gone home, and it made her amused every single time.

She could recall the disbelief running through his mind along with serious confusion.

He then started rambling so much even Indira couldn't keep up with it like she usually would, it was a long the lines of Sam and crazy.

Those were the only two she heard the most out of the ten minute long dialogue he had, a lot of it being to himself and avoid eye contact with the shorter girl.

Flashback

"You want us to fake...date." He said slowly.

"That's what I said!" She said looking him directly into the eye, him looking away instantly and run a hand through his hair, Indira couldn't tell what he was thinking, but hopefully he would answer soon.

She wasn't exactly patient.

"B-but why? Why would you want to date me." His voice peaked at the word me as Indira made a face slightly embarrassing him.

"Fake dating." She corrected.

His eyes glanced around the room to make sure anyone was looking to which she squinted her eyes and blinked. "Are you embarrassed to be seen with me." She said offended to which his eyes widened.

"No! No I'm just making sure no one's listening you know."

"The only person that's clearly not listening is you."

His eyes went back to her, letting a deep breath out as he held his annoyance in. " I won't agree if you keep being a non practical bitch." She scoffed and sat up straight, disbelief gathering around her.

"You know what, this was a mistake." She said leaving the table in a flash. "Go back to your blabbering."

But Miguel's eyes had widened and he stood up stopping her, standing in front of the younger girl blocking her path knocking into him slightly.

"Move flat Stanley!" She said not looking at him, but her face was contorted into a one of anger to which he closed his eyes and inherited his anger into being calm and to try and not radiate any more anger.

"I am sorry." He said in a somewhat nicer tone.

"Sorry my ass, move your big head out of my way Diaz."

She pushed him out of her way and left towards the door, Miguel ran his hands over his face and groaned, older people looking at him with judgemental faces making him cringe.

He quickly left towards the door but stopped and went back to the table, taking a sip of the girls lemonade and leaving five bucks for a tip, the five bucks being his lucky money he had found earlier that week.

Indira mimicked their convo, her voice going higher and lower and recalling their conversation as she walked home with heavy steps.

"Why would you want to date me!"

"Fake dating."

"But why..."

She then pulled at her hair and nearly pulled a handful of hair out of her head until she heard that voice once more.

"Indira wait! Look- stop walking." She had begun to fast walk when hearing his voice. She didn't stop though, so when a hand landed on her arm she did her instinct.

Elbowing the boy in the gut and taking their arm throwing them over her head. He sadly landed on the grass but groaned. "Ow!?"

"You don't sneak up on a girl, Diaz."

"You knew I was there!" She raised an eyebrow.

"Can't prove it." He slumped his head onto the floor again before slowly getting up, and standing back in front of her rubbing the back of his head watching as the girl looked at her nails boredly.

"Look, I'm sorry okay." She looked up from her nails with nicer eyes instead of the bold ones she had earlier, his voice sounding softer and meaningful letting her actually listen. "And I'm sorry for taking forever, I usually ramble when I don't know what to say?" He admitted.

She was about to talk but he began talking again. " I still have to think about it, it's....it's something that I have to think about. Can you give me a few hours" he said kindly, looking at her with a small smile.

She crossed her arms and looked to the side, he could tell she was in a short thought before she began talking. "Sure. But don't take ten centuries Diaz, I've heard you already have trouble making up your mind." His cheeks reddened as he nodded watching as she began walking away.

Her walked changed and seemed different from before seeming more reassured, he turned around and began walking to his bike, but looked back at her just as she turned a corner.

Indira had a urge to look back, but she kept her eyes forward and her patience having to come into play so she didn't loose her mind waiting for a response.

The response that would come hours later.

End of flashback

Her phone beeped as she had been scrolling through Instagram, a random number texting her making her groan once more.

Random people get her number from doing a deep dive on the Internet due to her dad's status, it was honestly flattering and creepy.

So when she actually red the test her eyes nearly popped out of her scull and her heart beated faster out of excitement.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

xxx-xxx-xxxx
I'll do it

Mind coming to a reason that was Miguel Diaz, she immediately saved his number and held the phone to her chest, an exciting adrenaline raising up in her at the chaos to soon come.

So she answered back in a simple text.

And she smiled at herself. The smile would be called creepy to others to walk in, horrifying to her older sister who was already scared of her.

But that only meant she had great survival skills and great survival skills in any situation.

𝐀𝐍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍