Armando Gonzalez

I can't stand Armando. He's an insufferable arrogant jerk. I got home and the first thing I heard was her voice from the living room: "I'm really fed up with your sister, Mateo," he complains angrily. "Every time she sees me, she treats me like I'm garbage." —Hormi… relax, why do you dislike her so much? —Mateo asks. I came in, somewhat annoyed. "Because you're a selfish person who only talks about himself and thinks he's the best at everything," I blurted out. Armando stood up and looked at me with that mocking smile that I hate so much. —And you're a bitter woman who criticizes everything I do. Do I pay you to hate me, or does it come naturally to you? "You don't pay me, and I don't like you," I replied, approaching. "I wish my brother would choose better friends." "Well, the feeling is mutual, princess," he says, taking a step towards me. "You're exhausting." We stared at each other with pure rage, neither of us wanting to give in. I hate him and I know he hates me too.