El Tigre
No more Miracles.
Alright, so this is my first Story about something that ISN'T about Naruto. Haha and that is a slight challenge for me! And also, it is in third person! So there won't be any P.O.V's, and my grammar will be greatly improved! So no short cuts! At least not much... Eheheh. I swear I love this El' Tigre pairing! Alright, so this is 'No More Miracles', an El Tigre Fan fiction. Pairing I am using is Frida Suarez and Manny Rivera, (who is also El' Tigre.) You know, if you've never seen this show, you should really watch it, to really get my fan fic. Eheh.
Disclaimer: I do not own El Tigre. (I never said this with the Naruto ones. I'm sorry. I don't own Naruto either. xD) All the Characters I will be using For this Story are owned by Sandra Equihua & Jorge R. Gutierrez.
This means thinking
This means sounds. (Ex. Clack! Tick!)
This just adds intense to the word. (Ex. All she wanted was him.)
This is me talking. :D
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No More Miracles.
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As the summer came and went, Frida would be locked away in her room, but after hours, Django would come visit her, while Manny has been catering to Zoe's every whim. All four teens have obviously made new "friends" and became "closer", Frida feels like something is missing. It may be the Rivera himself, but will her ever know?
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"Frida…we need to talk."
"What? Who is there?"
Fria blushed, as she wandered around in the darkness. She was lost, and slightly afraid. And who the hell was talking to her?
"Silly girl…" The voice laughed. "It's me, Manny."
Frida gasped, standing completely still. A door opened, and she saw a silhouette of the curly haired male. It just stood there. But the voice continued:
"Frida, I'm not going to stop you from seeing Django."
Frida blushed, trying to make her eyes adjust to the darkness.
He was all she wanted to see. She would strain her eyes if she had to.
"Manny, don't be stupid!" Frida shouted to nothing. "I don't need Django! What I really want…who I really want…Argh! You just won't understand…"
"I understand completely, Frida." She heard him chuckle sadly. "You make Django happy, and he makes you happy."
"Damn it Manny, I live to make you happy!"
"That's a pretty stupid and childish thing to say, Frida."
"I'm not being a child!" Frida almost yelled. "Listen to me!"
"ENOUGH." Manny's dark voice echoed through the empty corridor. Frida felt incredibly small.
"Manny…" she whimpered. She didn't know either to become angry/frustrated, or breakdown and cry. She was leaning towards the break down, because all the frustration and anger was turning into tears and sadness. "Manny…I love you."
A dark, forceful laugh filled the dark room, and then it quickly died.
"Silly Frida…" He chuckled once more. "You still don't get it, do you?"
"Get What?!" She yelled. "What the hell do you want me to get, Manny?! I'm practically spilling my heart out to you, and all you can do is laugh?!"
"Frida…"
"WHAT?!"
"Mi Corazon…My heart belongs to Zoe Aves."
Her eyes widened, as the tears stung her eyes, and then trailed down her flushed cheeks. The door that was once opened, had closed now. The man that was once standing there, had left her. She was alone now.
She never knew what it was truly like to be completely alone, until now. She dropped to her knees, defeated.
"I lost…"She whispered to herself. "I lost to Zoe…Aves…"
She reached inside her silver-grey platform, pulling out that heavy, shiny black piece of metal. She placed the metal to her head, closing her eyes. It was only a matter of time until she pulled back the trigger…
"Goodbye…Manny…"
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
Her eyes slightly opened; she then blinked.
It was a dream?
"FRIDA!" Carmella called from the kitchen. "Wake up! It's the first day of school, and I don't want you to be late!"
Frida rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and yawned. She almost forgot that she was starting 10th grade today.
Screw it.
She wasn't ready, nor did she want to go, anyway. Leon High school was crap!
Frida groaned, rolling to her side, pulling the covers over her head.
"I'm not going!"She called back down, not really intending for her mom to hear, but she did anyway.
"And why not?" even though she couldn't see her, Frida could sense her mother placing her hands on her hips.
"Frida sure as hell wasn't going to explain that she didn't want to be caught dead running into Manny, Zoe, or both so she decided to spare herself the awkward silences and the embarrassment, and just avoid the whole situation by just not going at all.
"…because I'm sick!" She through a couple of fake coughs, which her mom didn't buy.
"Frida, it is 60 degrees outside, and you have been fine all summer!" She then mumbled; "Other than the fact you've been locked in your room most of the time…"
"I'm not going!"
"FRIDANIELLA LORENA! YOU GOT 30 MINUTES!"
Frida angrily sat up, throwing her covers on the floor.
"DAMN IT, FINE!"
"FRIDA!"
"AAAUUUGH!"
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"Alright! I'm leaving!" Frida called out, grabbing her backpack.
"Have a good day at school! Make good choices! Look both ways before crossing the street! Don't talk to strangers—"
Frida rolled her eyes.
"Okay, I got it, love you too mom, BYE!" She smiled weakly, and slammed the door behind her. She glanced at the morning sky, then at her watch.
Alright…I've got thirty minutes to spare! Maybe I should grab some breakfast…
As strange as it was, Frida was glad to be outside again. She stayed inside most of the days because of the guards that stood posted in front of her door, with the exception of sneaking out with Django most of the long, summer nights. When she wasn't writing new dongs or watching T.V, her thoughts would always lead back to…
No.
She shook her head, trying to make sure her thoughts would not circle around him.
God, I really hope I don't…
"Ms. Frida! Ms. Frida!"
Frida blinked and turned around. She raised an eyebrow.
Who is THAT dude?
A boy, who seemed slightly taller than her, with shaggy light brown hair, square rimmed glasses, and and an outfit that shouted "I SHOP AT ABERCROMBIE AND FITCH."
Umm…
She started to inch away—she didn't know who the hell that guy was, and why the hell he was running towards her, screaming her name.
"No! Wait! Ms. Frida! I-I bare gifts!"
Wait a second… She squinted her eyes to figure out who exactly this kid was—and besides, he bought her gifts!
As the image became clear, she realized that the man who was approaching her was nice, slender, and had a slight muscular build, and a cute white and red top hat that sat on his head.
Holy shit! Frida's blue eyes widened. It's Diego?!
Yes, she was right. Diego, or "Dr. Chipotle Junior", had truly matured and grown from the past two years, the only thing he hasn't grown out of was the fact he was still crushing on Frida.
"Frida!" Diego panted, bowing in her presence. Frida smiled nervously. "You look absolutely ravishing on this fine school morning!"
"I look what now?"
"You look absolutely adorable!"
"You said what now?"
Diego dropped to his knees.
"Oh Ms. Frida, please go out with me!"
"Frida pinched his cheeks.
"Aww, Chippy!" Frida cooed. "I know you like me, but you're so…"
"Hey! Is that dude bothering you?!"
Frida looked up, facing a dark skinned girl with bright blue eyes, and wearing a United Kingdom flag around the top half of her body, with dark blue skinny jeans worn tightly around her legs. Her feet were accompanied with shiny black flats. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a long, fluffy ponytail, and white fingerless gloves she wore on her arms, with black spiky wrist cuffs who was this girl, who happened to find Frida, and save her from making a fool of herself, in front of Diego. Again.
"Uh...no, he's not." Frida responded, giving Diego a look that told him that they would discuss the matter later. He bowed again, and the brown haired girl blinked; confused, obviously. How many dudes have YOU seen bowing to a girl?!
"M-My apologies, Ms. Frida. I hope you have a nice…day!" And with that, he sped off.
"Does that happen often?" The blue eyed-English girl asked, with a questioning look. Frida scratched the back of her head.
"Eheheh…Not really…Hey, I've never seen you around here before. Who're you?"
The girl smiled.
"I'm s transfer student from England. They call me Ember. Ember McClain!"
Frida blinked at the weird response.
"Ember? What kind of name is that?"
Ember placed her hands on her hips.
"Well, excuse me! It's short for November! What's yours?"
"My name is Frida Suarez."
Ember smiled, slyly stroking her chin. "Fri'ta Suah-ez, eh?"
Confused by Ember's strong British accent, Frida corrected her.
"It's pronounced; 'Free-duh, Suah-rez.' "
"That's what I said."
"No, you said it weird."
Ember blinked, and then quickly realized why Frida was so confused.
"Oh! It's my accent," She explained, adjusting her messenger bag. "My accent prevents me from saying 'r' in some words, and I put a lot of diction in my't's, so they don't sound like 'D's."
"Ohh."
"Yeah. The British language is quite confusing."
"I agree."
The two teens headed up the stairs, leading to the entrance of the school.
"So, what are you doing in Lil' old' Miracle City?" Frida asked, opening the door.
"I saw on the Tele that this was the only place I could take advance Culinary Arts…" she lowered her voice, "And, I heard that E; Tigre lives here…and even attends this school!"
Frida's heart began to beat faster and she felt like her heart would leap up her throat and splatter on the ground. It was just so unexpected…
What does she know about Manny…?
Frida coughed a few times.
"Erm, well, that's true…"
"Back at home, I adored him sooo much!" Ember's eyes lit up. "I heard he was a hunk, a major 'Ladies Man'! I picture him really suave, and smooth with the ladies…I've even head he has a nice…hard---"
"EMBER!" Frida blushed in embarrassment.
"What?" Ember shrugged. "I was just going to say 'set of six pack abs!"
The blue haired female sighed in relief.
Good…
"Why?" Ember stopped in the middle of the hallway. She smirked. "Were you expecting me to say something else?"
Frida could feel her face heating up, so she looked away.
"N-Now what makes you say that?"
"You thought I was gonna say 'cock', weren't you!"
"WHAT!? N-NO! That's weird!"
Ember giggled and shrugged.
"I can't help it if I'm a major pervert. It's like I was born to be one!"
"I bet you're pretty good at being one, too." Frida's voice was drenched with sarcasm.
"Damn straight, I am!" Ember exclaimed, proud of her perverted-ness. "I wouldn't be November-Autumn McClain If I was not a pervert!"
"Oh Really?"
"Indeed!"
Frida rolled her eyes, walking to her homeroom with her new 'friend' following close behind. Frida stopped in front of a cluster of pale, creamy colored lockers, looked at a small piece of paper, and then sighed.
"So, crappy lockers…" she huffed under her breath, "We meet again…"
"As Frida began to fiddle with her combination, Ember leaned against the locker next to Frida's, silently waiting patiently…until something caught her curious blue eyes. She gently tapped Frida's shoulder.
"Fri'ta?"
"Ah?"
"Who is that fine, young mate over there?"
Ember pointed to a group of three boys who were standing in front of the lockers across the hall. Frida looked up, squinting her eyes.
"It depends on who you're staring at."
"Him!"
He gaze wandered towards a tall young man with sandy blonde hair, and golden brown eyes. He was wearing an orange polo with a pair of indigo Levi jeans. He was laughing with the other two guys, minding their own business; Frida raised her eyebrow, and then continued placing her books in a new crappy locker.
"Oh, that's just Nahuel Martinez." Frida told Ember, "He's an upperclassman, and he is way out of your league."
Ember didn't respond; she was waiting for the young man to pass her. She and the boy made eye contact, but he blushed and looked away. Amused, Ember smirked.
"I want him in my pants."
"Excuse me?" Frida shot her a weird look.
"I said, I really like his pants."
"Right…"
As Nahuel walked by, Ember purposely dropped her messenger bag on the floor, in front of him. They both shared a warm smile, and Nahuel leaned over to retrieve her bag. Frida rolled her eyes once more, annoyed and jealous.
What a major British flirt!
"Ah, you dropped this, miss." Nahuel smiled, handing Ember her bag.
"I know, I'm so sorry, sir." She batted her long lashes. "I'm a major klutz…and I'm new here."
"Oh, really now? From Britain, I suppose?"
"Of course."
"I could tell by your cute accent."
Nahuel gently grasped her soft hand, politely kissing it.
If you don't mind, senorita… I could show you around, later."
"Ember giggled cutely. Frida thought she was going to be sick.
"I like the sound of that."
Nahuel nodded, and then went to catch up with his buddies that were waiting for him up ahead. Both of the girls sighed.
"He is so cute!"
"Well, you got lucky. Since the homerooms are separated, by alphabetical order, you and he are in the same room. H—P"
Ember beamed, pumping her fist in the air.
"Yes!"
"You're in H—P Homeroom too?"
Both girls looked up to another male, with dark, straight hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. His cheeks were decorated with freckles. His voice was attractive and deep, and his clothing style yelled, "AMERICAN EAGLE. He seemed preppy, but hot nonetheless.
"Oh?" Ember raised her eyebrow. "And who might you be, my good lad?"
He bowed, also kissing her hand. That was really starting to piss Frida off.
What kind of charm is she using?!
"Te name is Davi; at your service." He smiled warmly, showing braces. "I heard you were a transfer student, and I'd be happy to escort you to homeroom. And maybe grab a cup o' tea to your liking."
"Oh-ho! You speak my language, do you?" Ember giggled. Frida was flabbergasted.
"DAVI?!" She almost yelled. "You mean, ALBINO BURRITO, DAVI?!"
"Davi gave her a peace sign.
"Si, that's me, Frida!"
"S-since when did you become…a gentleman?!"
He shrugged.
"I dunno, since puberty?"
"Damn!"
Still shocked, Frida rubbed her forehead.
Ugh…this day keeps getting stranger and stranger…
Davi held his arm out.
"Shall we be going, m'lady?"
Ember locked her arm with his.
"Yes, sir!" As they began to walk off, Ember turned around and waved to Frida, saying they'd catch up later. Frida waved back, and then sighed.
"I'd give anything to be her, right now…"
Just then, she remembered something; something important. She angrily slapped her forehead.
Damn it! How could I…How could I forget!? She yelled at herself. The homerooms are in alphabetical order! Q-R-S…MANNY IS IN MY HOMEROOM!
She thought she could just avoid him, but she couldn't, not anymore. How could she? They have the same damned homeroom! And she couldn't just skip homeroom…that would be an automatic detention!
In the past years, she would be extremely happy for something like this, but now…now it was a curse!
I guess this year...I have to pay attention in class…ALONE!
Her walking started to slow. Every step she took, her heart would be faster and louder! The door was right in front of her now, and she didn't want to open it. But she had to. Her mind was racing. 'Would he be in there? What would happen if he was? Would she sit next to him? Would he try to speak to her? Apologize to her? Maybe even…kiss her? She raised her hands to turn the doorknob. She was shaking all over, and she couldn't get a grip.
Okay, Frida…You can…you can do this…Just open the door…NOW!
She closed her eyes, and burst through the door.
A sudden, disturbing silence fell, when she opened her eyes.
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Mi Amor-My Love
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I LOVE THIS STORY.
did you heer?
ITS BECOMING A PLAY AT MYSCHOOL! (the biggest summer project evur!)
It may take a while though, cuz its nt done yet. -_-
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