Wow. Isn't that crazy? Riley just had to pick her, knowing damn well I needed him. Cindy 'Fearsome' McPhearson. I mean, I understand that we weren't… the best couple or anything. But that was when we were younger, when we were thirteen. When we didn't know what we wanted and what to do with everyone. But now, we're sixteen, older. I have a general idea of what I want.
I'm Kailei Anderson. Mixed with mexican and white making me a cream color. I have a good sized chest, a C cup. I have light brown hair that stops an inch or two below my shoulders and my eyes were a nice blue that came from my fathers side of the family.
Well, fuck Riley. Let's talk about me. About my life before I moved to California, only to come back to Maryland again. Confusing, but whatever. I hung out with them before all of that confusing mess, the infamous group that consisted of Huey, the domestic terrorist and my closest friend; Jazmine' the innocent one who liked Huey; and Riley, the 'gangsta'. I was… the quiet one for a while until I hit puberty, then I became the sweet-tart. Or at least that's what I liked to call myself. Huey said I was the outspoken one of the group.
I remember when I first met Huey. He saved me from some stupid racist white kids.
"Leave me alone! My mom is not a wetback! Go away!" I cried out.
"You're half wetback. That's what my dad told me. He told me that you shouldn't be here because you're illegal and that your white daddy can go to jail too." One of the little fucker told me. But to be honest, he was just jealous of my cute ass dress.
At the time, I didn't really understood the concept behind the racial slur, but I knew it wasn't nice just by the tone the boys used while saying it. I mean, my mother was originally from Mexico,, born and raised, but she left. She wanted a better life, and she became a US citizen.
"I'm just like you! Our eye colors are the same! Just… leave me alone." I was crying then, but like, what could I do? I'm an eight year old in a cute dress. Don't judge me. I was slaying these hoes ever since I was eight.
"You are not like us." The second boy says and pushes me into the mud, ruining my dress. I started crying harder. Like that was my favorite dress and these assholes ruined it. And then Huey came and saved the day, staring a lecture about white privilege or something like that I don't know, I was eight. But he was my knight in shining armor.
His lecture eventually ran the two boys off and as I tried to wipe mud off of my white shoes and blue dress, me and Huey became acquainted with each other. I think I even had a little crush on him back then. But, that's how we met. I followed him like a puppy dog for years until I became a teenager.
To him, that whole thing wasn't a big deal, but it was to me. It was very kind, especially for Huey, and kindness is a big thing for me. And since then, if Huey ever needed an assistant or a wingwoman or anything, I was his first choice. I was his right hand girl.
More about moi. I live with my mother, Gloria and my step father, Jonathan. We all lived in San Diego for a year until we came back to Woodcrest. We moved because my mom didn't really feel safe where we were or something.
But whatever. I have school today.
I grabbed my backpack from my parents car, giving my mom a quick goodbye as I closed the door. I wave as she drives off before turning to face my high school. My high school. I was wearing a peach colored crop top and black jeans, a pair of black flats on my feet. This was my habitat. This was where I thrived. This is where I belonged.
And not to mention, I looked good. Too good.
I walked up to my crew, Jazmine and Riley already present and having a conversation. Caesar was there and so was Huey and Cindy was hopefully where she belonged. In Hell. I pull out a cookie from my backpack, my breakfast for the day. "So what's happening?" I asks, taking a bite of the chocolate chip cookie.
"Well, Riley thinks that shooting someone if they mess with you first is justifiable."
"It is! They are messing with you. I got my rights. The right to bear arms and shoot yo ass with it." He says causing me and Jazmine to roll our eyes.
"I mean, messing with someone shouldn't get you killed."
"But it does. People get killed everyday for shit like that." He says, smoothing down his shirt, my eyes watching. I wondered if he knew he had a delicious body. Probably does, cocky bastard.
"Kailei, cookies for breakfast?" Huey mutters and I nod, giving him a smile.
"Oh, but of course." I say, ignoring the other conversations. "A cookie a day keeps the doctor away." I say, finishing my first one and pulling out another.
"Suuuuurreee. And what about two?"
"Well, I don't know." I say. "I'll have to find out." He rolls his eyes, making me silently laugh.
"Whatever, I would shoot." Riley says, crossing his arms. "Any real nigga would."
I finish the cookie. "And if you miss, Riley?" I ask, looking at him. Her crosses his arms.
"Keep shootin until they dead."
"Right." I say, shrugging and rubbing my hands together to get rid of any crumbs. "I forgot you were the realest nigga I knew." I laugh.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks, looking at me and fixing his snapback. I shrug, giving him a smirk.
"Nothing." I say, sending Jazmine a look and we both laugh.
"You just mad he dumped you, ain't you?" Cindy asks, and I turn to face her, all laughter stopping.
"I thought you were in hell." I mutter, giving her a death glare.
"You'll be there before me." She says, and I inhale, balling up my fists. Huey places a hand on my shoulder and I look over at him.
"Whatever." I say, pulling my backpack higher on my shoulder, sucking my teeth. How dare this bitch. Did she know who I was? Did she know that she was the most irrelevant person in this group? No one liked her! Except for Riley. The thought left a bad taste in my mouth and I ball up my fists once more. I hate that hoe. Fuck that ugly ass bitch.