¡Maldita zorra estúpida!

Practically stomping as he walked, Rodolfo made his way over to where he could see his good-for-nothing victim meandering about. The usually soft features of the Mexican student were twisted in fury. He was pissed.

Months back, Rudy had decided to waste time by giving you a good time– he'd actually wasted his time and attention on you by making you feel good– and what did you do in return? Ignore him. Avoid him for months on end before the semester ended, and summer break was upon them. And by then, he was occupied by more important things than your dumbass. Puta estúpida y cobarde…

Who did you think you were, avoiding him? He had neither seen nor heard of you in nearly six months, and you still continue to avoid him?

Maldita perra–

Rodolfo's thoughts continued that way, cursing you out in every language he knew. As he got closer to where you were, he pictured all the ways he'd make you pay for ignoring him. What was he, some cheap sl*t for you to ignore after one night together? Oh, no, he'd make you pay.

As he got closer, just a few feet away now, he noticed you looked different. Rounder. Fatter.

God, what happened to you? He thought, frowning. You hadn't been the prettiest of people before, but now…

“¿Qué coño te ha pasado?” He blurts out once he's close enough. “Seriously, what happened? You got this fat just over the summer? Jesus…”