Everybody Hurts Sometimes
By: Nicole Lopez
Summary: Secrets unfold themselves as someone discovers that they're pregnant, innocence is lost, a hidden past is uncovered, and friendship is forgotten.
Characters (in order of importance): Rilya "Miranda" Sanchez: Mexican, butter pea skin, slim frame, 5'6 Brooke Knight: Egyptian, chocolate brown skin, short curved frame, 5'2 David "Gordo" Gordon: Caucasian, still very pale, thin but muscular frame, 6'0 Elizabeth " Liz" McGuire: Caucasian, slightly tanned, average frame, 5'7 Claire Abrey: Dominican, caramel complexion, skinny, model-like body, 5'8 Ronny Davis: British, average frame, 6'1 Nathan Ramirez: Puerto Rican, really skinny body-type, 5'11 Jonna Vedlia: Russian/Polynesian, average frame- triangular shaped, 6'0 Ethan Craft: Caucasian, very muscular, 6'3 Mason Young: African American, slightly muscular, 6'5
Chapter One: Skin Color Matters
"So, you're going on the trip right?" Lizzie asked Miranda who was waiting by her locker. It had become routine by now.
"Yeah . where's Gordo?" Miranda wondered. She still hadn't realized that Gordo was a "musician" now.
"Where ever the sex, drugs, and rock and roll is." Nathan jumped into the conversation, bringing Mason along with him. Miranda's face lit up instantly. She started to grin really captivated by Nathan's presence. They were juniors now and she'd had a thing for him since their ninth grade year.
*Liz*
"What brings you two here?" I asked, focusing all of my attention on Mason. I knew that Miranda didn't even notice I was still here.
"Nothing," Mason answered, looking past me. I followed his gaze to Brooke who had just come back to Hillridge High. I still couldn't figure out what he saw in her. A small smile came to his face.
"You are so cute." I reached in to touch his face, but he backed away. I was taken aback, stunned.
"You know how I feel about interracial relationships." Miranda stopped and looked at him since she was the product of an Italian mother and a Mexican father.
"That is so rude Mason."
"I'm not sorry for what I said. This is just how I feel." He shrugged. I just felt like I had been slapped in the face. Granted, I had suddenly become really flirtatious this year, but he didn't have to insult me and made me feel like I wasn't good enough.
"Man, chill." Nathan intervened. Seeing that the damage was already done, he and Miranda walked off. Mason left immediately after, going in the opposite direction. I tried to scrape my pride off the floor. It didn't work to well though. I made sure to put my books in my locker. What a way to start off a Monday morning.
"Lizzie," Ethan slithered towards me as I basked in the fact that he had called my name. He was walking me to my class.
"What's shakin'?" I asked, realizing how stupid I sounded when he chuckled, amused.
"Whatcha doin' this weekend?"
"I don't know . Do you have something ." Suddenly I saw Claire and I realized that the rumor that they had broken up wasn't in effect as of this morning.
"Hands off McGuire." Claire pushed me off Ethan as she traced her finger down his chest. "He's mine."
"I- I'm sorry Claire." I saw the evil look that she was giving me and I began to fear for my life.
"Don't be intimidated by her Lizzie. Claire, leave her the hell alone." Jonna popped out of nowhere while Ethan and Claire exchanged an intimate kiss and a quick goodbye.
"Ohh. Here comes the lesbian freak," Claire replied, refusing to back down. "Didn't I tell you to keep your little bitches on a leash?"
Jonna didn't give Claire a chance to make another smart ass comment before she threw a right hook at her. Claire touched the part of her face that had been hit and looked in her small, compacted mirror.
"You bitch. You hit my face!" She screamed, pulling Jonna's recently dyed brown hair. I noticed that hair got lighter and lighter every month. So did her eye color.
Before I could break it up, Claire was taking tons of body punches from Jonna as she continued to scream out insults and kick Jonna in her shins. Claire pulled me into the mix and soon I was being punched and kicked too.
*Nathan*
"Why'd you have to go say that Mason?" I wondered. I knew Miranda hated me now. Everyone seems to think that I have the same opinions as Mason. Some people think we're the same person.
"I was not gonna let some white girl touch all up on me." He answered.
"I didn't say that you had to, but you could've been nicer about it?"
"Nicer about it, huh? That's how it begins. You befriend them when all along, they're just trying to find out if that big feet, big hands thing is true." Mason pulled a slice of pizza onto his plate.
"Can't you give up your pro-black attitude for five seconds?" I wondered selfishly. Miranda was the only girl that I was willing to give up my rep for. Ya know?
"No. I can't give up my skin color for five seconds, and even if I could, I wouldn't." Mason stated, stuffing the pizza into his mouth.
"Don't pull that skin color shit on me. I'm darker than you." I told him.
"And? Why does it always have to be dark skin and light skin? I'm black. That's all that matters. No matter how light I am, I'll always be black. And that's all they see. They don't think we're good enough." Mason explained.
"Well, Miranda's good enough for me to give up everything-" He cut me off.
"Why, so you can just take her virginity and break her heart like you did all the others."
"I've changed." I retorted, hoping that it was true.
"Man, even Claire needed a week to recover and that girl's as cold as ice."
"Miranda isn't Claire though." I looked across the cafeteria to see Miranda sitting all alone.
"You're right. Claire, no matter how shallow she is, is a sister." Mason commented.
"And Miranda isn't?"
"She's an honorary white girl. I bet she'd give up that last name in a heartbeat."
"And what about Brooke?" I wondered as she ventured over to our table, along with her brother Michael and a half dozen other guys.
"What about her?" Mason shrugged, trying to conceal his feelings for her. Michael would literally kill him if he even thought about touching her.
"Nothing. Man, this is whack." I mumbled, throwing away my half-eaten sandwich and making my way over to Miranda's table.
*Miranda*
"Are they honesty talking about suspending you Lizzie?" I asked, not believing the words that I was hearing.
"Yeah." Liz was near tears. Her strawberry blonde hair was a tousled mess.
"B- But, it wasn't even your fault."
"I know."
"I told you not to hang around Jonna." Liz rolled her eyes.
"It's not about that. Jonna saved me today. I don't know what Claire would've done to me. She's even worse now that Kate isn't here." Liz continued to cry as Jonna slid into the seat next to me, silently.
"Thanks a lot Jonna." I mumbled. Everyone knew how easy it was to hurt Lizzie and get her to cry, but Jonna just didn't care. "You just had to go and save the day. It doesn't matter that Lizzie's in deep shit now does it?" I almost yelled.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, puta!" Jonna yelled, saying something in Spanish that I didn't understand and leaving the table.
"Hey Rilya." Nathan gave me a huge grin, revealing a beautiful smile. "What's up?"
"Hi." He sat down beside me. "Look, this isn't the best timing." I told him a little harshly gesturing to Liz who was still crying.
"Oh . I see." Nathan got up immediately.
"Wait." I said, but he kept going. I knew that I couldn't just leave Liz there without anyone to comfort her. "Gordo!!" I yelled, waving to him. He was on the other side of the cafeteria, but joining choir had helped me to elevate my voice without straining it. You had to fight to hear yourself sing.
"What?" He yelled back.
"Come and watch her for a moment!"
"Tell her to bring her lazy ass over here!" I rolled my eyes and dragged Gordo back over to the table.
"I'm really sick of your sex, drugs, and rock and roll 'tude. Your friend needs you. Get over your ego, pat her back, and whisper some of your "lyrics" to her or something."
"You know I was practicing something over there."
"Practice it over HERE. This is important." I explained. Nathan had already left the cafeteria and I had about ten seconds to rush out and figure out which way he went.
"Whatever." I gave Gordo a peck on the cheek, as a gift of thanks, and rushed to see where Nathan had gone. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was and that . well . I liked him. But . I was too late. Claire was already talking to him.
(A/N: This story will get dramatic, heavy, and little complicated, but hang in there. I think it's going to be good. -Nicole Lopez)
By: Nicole Lopez
Summary: Secrets unfold themselves as someone discovers that they're pregnant, innocence is lost, a hidden past is uncovered, and friendship is forgotten.
Characters (in order of importance): Rilya "Miranda" Sanchez: Mexican, butter pea skin, slim frame, 5'6 Brooke Knight: Egyptian, chocolate brown skin, short curved frame, 5'2 David "Gordo" Gordon: Caucasian, still very pale, thin but muscular frame, 6'0 Elizabeth " Liz" McGuire: Caucasian, slightly tanned, average frame, 5'7 Claire Abrey: Dominican, caramel complexion, skinny, model-like body, 5'8 Ronny Davis: British, average frame, 6'1 Nathan Ramirez: Puerto Rican, really skinny body-type, 5'11 Jonna Vedlia: Russian/Polynesian, average frame- triangular shaped, 6'0 Ethan Craft: Caucasian, very muscular, 6'3 Mason Young: African American, slightly muscular, 6'5
Chapter One: Skin Color Matters
"So, you're going on the trip right?" Lizzie asked Miranda who was waiting by her locker. It had become routine by now.
"Yeah . where's Gordo?" Miranda wondered. She still hadn't realized that Gordo was a "musician" now.
"Where ever the sex, drugs, and rock and roll is." Nathan jumped into the conversation, bringing Mason along with him. Miranda's face lit up instantly. She started to grin really captivated by Nathan's presence. They were juniors now and she'd had a thing for him since their ninth grade year.
*Liz*
"What brings you two here?" I asked, focusing all of my attention on Mason. I knew that Miranda didn't even notice I was still here.
"Nothing," Mason answered, looking past me. I followed his gaze to Brooke who had just come back to Hillridge High. I still couldn't figure out what he saw in her. A small smile came to his face.
"You are so cute." I reached in to touch his face, but he backed away. I was taken aback, stunned.
"You know how I feel about interracial relationships." Miranda stopped and looked at him since she was the product of an Italian mother and a Mexican father.
"That is so rude Mason."
"I'm not sorry for what I said. This is just how I feel." He shrugged. I just felt like I had been slapped in the face. Granted, I had suddenly become really flirtatious this year, but he didn't have to insult me and made me feel like I wasn't good enough.
"Man, chill." Nathan intervened. Seeing that the damage was already done, he and Miranda walked off. Mason left immediately after, going in the opposite direction. I tried to scrape my pride off the floor. It didn't work to well though. I made sure to put my books in my locker. What a way to start off a Monday morning.
"Lizzie," Ethan slithered towards me as I basked in the fact that he had called my name. He was walking me to my class.
"What's shakin'?" I asked, realizing how stupid I sounded when he chuckled, amused.
"Whatcha doin' this weekend?"
"I don't know . Do you have something ." Suddenly I saw Claire and I realized that the rumor that they had broken up wasn't in effect as of this morning.
"Hands off McGuire." Claire pushed me off Ethan as she traced her finger down his chest. "He's mine."
"I- I'm sorry Claire." I saw the evil look that she was giving me and I began to fear for my life.
"Don't be intimidated by her Lizzie. Claire, leave her the hell alone." Jonna popped out of nowhere while Ethan and Claire exchanged an intimate kiss and a quick goodbye.
"Ohh. Here comes the lesbian freak," Claire replied, refusing to back down. "Didn't I tell you to keep your little bitches on a leash?"
Jonna didn't give Claire a chance to make another smart ass comment before she threw a right hook at her. Claire touched the part of her face that had been hit and looked in her small, compacted mirror.
"You bitch. You hit my face!" She screamed, pulling Jonna's recently dyed brown hair. I noticed that hair got lighter and lighter every month. So did her eye color.
Before I could break it up, Claire was taking tons of body punches from Jonna as she continued to scream out insults and kick Jonna in her shins. Claire pulled me into the mix and soon I was being punched and kicked too.
*Nathan*
"Why'd you have to go say that Mason?" I wondered. I knew Miranda hated me now. Everyone seems to think that I have the same opinions as Mason. Some people think we're the same person.
"I was not gonna let some white girl touch all up on me." He answered.
"I didn't say that you had to, but you could've been nicer about it?"
"Nicer about it, huh? That's how it begins. You befriend them when all along, they're just trying to find out if that big feet, big hands thing is true." Mason pulled a slice of pizza onto his plate.
"Can't you give up your pro-black attitude for five seconds?" I wondered selfishly. Miranda was the only girl that I was willing to give up my rep for. Ya know?
"No. I can't give up my skin color for five seconds, and even if I could, I wouldn't." Mason stated, stuffing the pizza into his mouth.
"Don't pull that skin color shit on me. I'm darker than you." I told him.
"And? Why does it always have to be dark skin and light skin? I'm black. That's all that matters. No matter how light I am, I'll always be black. And that's all they see. They don't think we're good enough." Mason explained.
"Well, Miranda's good enough for me to give up everything-" He cut me off.
"Why, so you can just take her virginity and break her heart like you did all the others."
"I've changed." I retorted, hoping that it was true.
"Man, even Claire needed a week to recover and that girl's as cold as ice."
"Miranda isn't Claire though." I looked across the cafeteria to see Miranda sitting all alone.
"You're right. Claire, no matter how shallow she is, is a sister." Mason commented.
"And Miranda isn't?"
"She's an honorary white girl. I bet she'd give up that last name in a heartbeat."
"And what about Brooke?" I wondered as she ventured over to our table, along with her brother Michael and a half dozen other guys.
"What about her?" Mason shrugged, trying to conceal his feelings for her. Michael would literally kill him if he even thought about touching her.
"Nothing. Man, this is whack." I mumbled, throwing away my half-eaten sandwich and making my way over to Miranda's table.
*Miranda*
"Are they honesty talking about suspending you Lizzie?" I asked, not believing the words that I was hearing.
"Yeah." Liz was near tears. Her strawberry blonde hair was a tousled mess.
"B- But, it wasn't even your fault."
"I know."
"I told you not to hang around Jonna." Liz rolled her eyes.
"It's not about that. Jonna saved me today. I don't know what Claire would've done to me. She's even worse now that Kate isn't here." Liz continued to cry as Jonna slid into the seat next to me, silently.
"Thanks a lot Jonna." I mumbled. Everyone knew how easy it was to hurt Lizzie and get her to cry, but Jonna just didn't care. "You just had to go and save the day. It doesn't matter that Lizzie's in deep shit now does it?" I almost yelled.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, puta!" Jonna yelled, saying something in Spanish that I didn't understand and leaving the table.
"Hey Rilya." Nathan gave me a huge grin, revealing a beautiful smile. "What's up?"
"Hi." He sat down beside me. "Look, this isn't the best timing." I told him a little harshly gesturing to Liz who was still crying.
"Oh . I see." Nathan got up immediately.
"Wait." I said, but he kept going. I knew that I couldn't just leave Liz there without anyone to comfort her. "Gordo!!" I yelled, waving to him. He was on the other side of the cafeteria, but joining choir had helped me to elevate my voice without straining it. You had to fight to hear yourself sing.
"What?" He yelled back.
"Come and watch her for a moment!"
"Tell her to bring her lazy ass over here!" I rolled my eyes and dragged Gordo back over to the table.
"I'm really sick of your sex, drugs, and rock and roll 'tude. Your friend needs you. Get over your ego, pat her back, and whisper some of your "lyrics" to her or something."
"You know I was practicing something over there."
"Practice it over HERE. This is important." I explained. Nathan had already left the cafeteria and I had about ten seconds to rush out and figure out which way he went.
"Whatever." I gave Gordo a peck on the cheek, as a gift of thanks, and rushed to see where Nathan had gone. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was and that . well . I liked him. But . I was too late. Claire was already talking to him.
(A/N: This story will get dramatic, heavy, and little complicated, but hang in there. I think it's going to be good. -Nicole Lopez)