Paint Disaster

"Alli!!!!" I yell at the feeling on my cheek. The paint brush so close to my face a second ago. "Juan Diego! Why did u do that to me?" I exclaimed.

"Ha ha... You have paint on your shirt too," he was cracking up at my expression.

"But why did you do that?" I had to ask again to get his attention.

"Cause since you put paint on Jelle he put paint on me," he explained.

"But it doesn't give you the right to go off and put paint on me!"

I go to the sink and wash my face off. I look at my shoulder with the paint on it. "Mr. Bustos may I go to the bathroom?" I asked him so I could go clean my shoulder.

"Yes you can go."

I walk through the little hall way to the girls bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and get a paper towel and try to clean off the paint. But, surprisingly it doesn't come out. I clean it as well as possible and I walk back to the art room.

"Titi keep control of your boyfriend," I told Adriana Gonzales. She looked like she was not paying much attention but I know she heard me.

So I walk back to my seat and just stand there talking with everyone minding my own business when all of a sudden I feel another paint brush on my face with paint on it. Juan Diego, I said in my head.

I turn towards him and looked at him. "Juan Diego?! Why did you do that?!" I was becoming to hate him.

"Cause I felt like it," he smiles his annoying little smile.

"Titi?" I said.

She looks up and she looks at me and Juan Diego. "Juan Diego, ya para," she says in a controlling voice, finally controlling her man.

I smile with pleasure and I go ask Mr. B if I could go get cleaned up.