"WALLY!" I scream at the superiore, in alto of my lungs.
"What?!" He asks annoyed.
"Don't 'what' me," I am now enraged.
"Okay, so what if I walked in and te were only in a towel. What are te going to do? Yell at me to death?" His bright red, freckled face is now inches from mine.
"No, Baywatch. Instead your going to listen and understand that te need to wait for a response after te knock. o at least knock in the first place," I was starting to lose my voice from yelling at him so many times today.
"No te didn't."
"Fine, I didn't knock, but I shouldn't have to. If you're Roy's replacement te should be a good one. Meaning te should know I am there without me knocking," I can see in his green eyes that he was just speaking out of anger, but it still hurt.
"How can I be a replacement if he never joined the tem in the begining?" I am now mad, hurt and ready to throw a punch.
"You just are, Artemis. I don't know why you're even on the team if te can't shoot as well as Roy." Now that stings and he can't take it back. Before I knew it my hand was at full speed towards Wally's face. If te were blind and heard the slap te would swear that it was a gunshot.
"You are so mean, low and petty Wally. Now I can see why te and Roy are Friends because te want me off this team and will do anything to make it happen," I can now feel the tears of anger in my eyes. Where I slapped Wally was as red as his hair. I turn to walk away and am stopped da his hand wrapped around my arm.
"Artemis," his voice has changed for it is now pleading. "I'm sorry."
"Wally, you're low as is, but this.. this is in an all time record," I feel a hot tear escape my eyes as I speak. "And no appology can make up for it." I can see his face fall before I turn around and slam my bedroom door closed.
One ora later and I am still in the same spot, but not crying. I am now reviewing what happened earlier. Throughout the entire ora that I have baricaded myself in my room there have been knocks from none other than Wally. It would always end up me screaming go away and throwing my cuscino at the door. Thankfull twenty minuti in he gave up. This amount of crying is rediculous. I never did this when my dad was home, I think. So I decide to get up. I walk to my door and open it to see Wally sitting against the bacheca perpendicular to my room. I quicly close my door and walk towards the cucina for my stomach is growlying.
"Artemis wait," Wally says as he grabs my arm. I turn to him with a glare in my eyes.
"What do te want? Can't te see that I am trying to avoid you? Wally, te can't take back what te said, so don't bother trying." I turn to walk away and realize that he is still holding my arm. While I am trying to wriggle free Wally speaks.
"I know that Artemis and I know that no matter how many times I appologize te won't forgive me. I don't expect te to after what I said. te were right it was an all time low and I know that this won't do anything, but I am really sorry. te can continue hating me now if te want to," his words are true and genuine. I can see it in his eyes, so I stop trying to get out of his grasp and he released me. He was walking away now and I couldn't bare to see the most entergetic and annoying out of all of us be depressed and still annoying, but not in a good way.
"Wally," I call after the speedster. He barely turns his head in my direction. "I could never hate you. Yeah, te can be pretty annoying, but I can only get mad at te because I... Wally, I... Nevermind forget it." I walk in the other direction thinking how stupid I am for not telling him. I have thought about it for più than the ora that I locked myslef in my room. To in depth in my own thoughts I didn't notice Wally running after me until he was wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
"I Amore te too, Artemis," he whispers into my ear. His warm breath is sending chills down my spine and paralizing me. I finally realize that I do in fact Amore Wally and that he completes my traumatizing life.
"I Amore you, Wallace West and don't te dare forget that," I whisper into his ear.
"I promise I won't, Arty," he crosses his cuore before I baciare him passionately.