"Ariel Brown, where do you think you're going?" I walked out of that stupid office and started down the hall. "Anywhere but here." i spat back at my bald horny principle. "You get back here! I'm not done talking to you, girly!" i flipped the guy off because just moments ago, he tried to seduce me. "I plan on being a virgin for a little longer Harpie." i could tell he was hesitating. "That's Mr. Harpie to you!"
He was going to keep talking but i had already walked out of the school and on to the school grounds. I didn't have to look around to know that everyone was staring out of their windows- even the teachers. Everyone knew and respected me for my quick wit and smart mouth. And i liked it- no- loved it. Having respect all around school feels good. Like i'm invincible.
I turned around and curtsied at my audience then started down at a sprint and into the fresh Brooklyn air. I started walking down the sidewalk reaching into my bag, looking for a penny to give the little newsboy trying to sell me his last pape. "Why thank you, handsome." i knelt down and gave him what i could muster up- which was a quarter. He looked so surprised and happy. He even gave me a kiss on both cheeks, which caught me by surprise.
I laughed at his happiness and stood up. "Now don't get into any trouble, okay?" he nodded heartedly and started running to a boy probably around my age, maybe older. I squinted my eyes to adjust the sun away from my eyes so i could get a clear look at him.
He held a golden cane and a newsie cap that covered all of his hair. When the little newsboy was done talking and he pointed at me, the the boy looked up. He used his cane as a pointer and i had to inwardly laugh because he looked ridiculous. But at the same time his ridiculousness reminded me of someone.. But forget who. I grabbed a hold of my key necklace as soon as his grey blue eyes met my bright turquoise ones, but the weird thing was, that he grabbed a hold of his necklace too.
I looked him up and down, rolled my eyes, and walked away to my home sweet home in Manhattan., thinking of where i've seen him.
Spot's POV
I heard running footsteps progressing toward me when i looked to see Domino stopped out of breath in front of me. "Spot! Spot! Look dat goil gave me'se a quarta for me last pape! Boy o boy was i happy, i even kissed both her cheeks!" he smiled so brightly up at me i couldn't help but smile back. "Is that right? Who?" he pointed straight behind him at a girl who looked about my age.
She wore a blue dress that tightly accented her waist and held onto her necklace just as tightly as i did the very moment my eyes caught her familiar turquoise ones. I furrowed my eyebrows. Where have i seen her before? I shrugged it off when she rolled her eyes and walked the opposite direction toward the Brooklyn bridge. I didn't like the way she rolled her eyes at me, it made my insides boil for some reason… And i didn't even know her.
"Oh, Spot she was a beauty! Her hair was as red as a fox! And oh my Spot, i think i'se think i'm blushin'!" i laughed and patted the little boys' head. "Men don't blush." at those words, Domino puffed his chest and said "Yeah, who says i'se was blushin'? Men don't blush!" and we walked along, Domino still with his puffed up chest.
Fox's POV
I walked for at least 30 minutes before arriving at my front doorstep. I could smell the fresh baked cookies my mother was baking from inside, and oh boy did that make my mouth watery. When i walked in, my father looked like he had been waiting for me in that chair of his for a while, smoking his cigar, totally ruining the smell of the cookies. "Mother! I'm home!" i yelled to her in the kitchen.
"You're home early, Ariel." i shrugged like it was no big deal. "Yeah." i could never tell if he was angry or not, which always pisses me off because i could usually read peoples emotions easily. My brother was the same way- when he was still living with us, that is. "Ariel, this is the 5th time you've been in trouble at school, and at least the100th time your school principle has called because of you."
He looked me straight in the eye, and i bored my eyes back into his. He was always hard on me, ever since my brother left us. He ran away when i was 7, leaving me with the burden of always having to be the best. "Well, father, it's not my fault Harpie is a horny ass." he widened his eyes and full on yelled at me, though he's never yelled at me, so i'll be honest, it frightened me a bit.
"ARIEL BROWN THIS IS NOT EXCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR FOR SUCH A YOUNG LADY. IF YOU ARE GOING TO ACT LIKE A STREET RAT, THAN GO BE A STREET RAT. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE ANYMORE. LEAVE!" he pointed toward the door and i was so mad that i actually did. "Fine father, but remember this- I. Am. Never. Coming. Back. Just like Justin never is! I'm going to go find him and he is going to love and care for me, not like you! YOU'VE NEVER EVEN SAID A MERE 'I LOVE YOU' TO ME SINCE HE LEFT!"
I could tell those words really struck my father because he was actually showing emotion in his eyes. My mother had come out by now and was wiping her hands on her apron. "What is going on with you two?" she looked so surprised to see me at the front door. "And Ariel, what are you doing, get back inside! It's cold out there, i've just made you fresh baked cookies" i looked over at my mom with sympathetic eyes. "Sorry mother. Looks like your husband doesn't need me in this house anymore."
I turned the doorknob and sprinted down the stairs and kept on running until i reached Brooklyn. Once i had found Polly's Pub, a bar i've always walked by but never actually been in, i sauntered inside and took the nearest seat to the back and drowned down a whisky.
Before i knew it, i was dancing with a stranger. He looked vaguely familiar. A newsie hat and a golden cane. I didn't care though, i was drunk and having the time of my life. I started giggling, but then when i tried to stop, i full out laughed, and i'm sure he was drunk too, because he was laughing along with me. I almost fell but he caught me and i started giggling even more.
After what felt like an hour, i found myself on the street in an ally way kissing up on his neck. I know i shouldn't be kissing a guy i didn't even know, much less when i was drunk, but the way his hot liquored lips sucked my neck and the way his tongue intertwined with mine, i didn't want to stop. I felt free.
Normally if i wasn't drunk, i wouldn't have let this guy even talk to me, but i didn't feel like trying to push him off me, besides it's not like he was going to kill me. Everything started to blur in and out and then it was so fast. We were on a bed together making out, hot tongue on tongue.