Chapter Two.
This chapter is rated R for the extensive use of the "f-word". It was just a word I felt I had to use. Anger brings upon much, lol. Anyway, read and review.
Place: "Tibby's".
"It doesn't bother me," I told Trey after explaining why Race wasn't on my arm when I walked inside "Tibby's". If he wants to be like that... I was just messin' around. You guys aren't pigs, really."
Trey laughed. "Couples; dey always get in fights, but you'll kiss 'n' make- up soon enough."
"I know." I wanted to confess though... "I just don't know if I can take as many fights as we have been having." It was true. Race and I fought over the smallest things. Yeah, couples did it, but we would sometimes not talk for hours, and once even a whole day.
Trey looked like he was Race and was giving me a pained look.
I decided to move from the subject. "So how many girls will be here anyway?"
"Only one fa now." Trey still looked lost in my words, but he went on, "She's picky, don't wanna sleep anywhere besides a bed."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously? Is she some snooty, stuck-up bitch?" So maybe I was being a little too judgmental, or maybe there really was a hint of jealousy in my voice.
Trey didn't seem to notice. "I donno." Quick response. He knew I was moody, and wanted nothing to do with it.
Oscar's face appeared outside of the restaurant, and he walked inside. A few scowls and ignorant comments saluted him, but he was used to ignoring them by now as he sat down beside me and across from Trey. "Hey." He nodded an extra greeting and stretched his arm across the back of the booth.
"Haven't seen you for a while," I growled. My little fight with Race was eating away at the best of me. My voice sounded angry and remote.
Oscar didn't seem to notice. "Yeah," he stated, "I've been helping my uncle with more hours outside of the distribution center."
Trey faced the boy he had loathed his whole newsie life. "How can you stand that..." his voice slowly distanced off.
I think Oscar expected me to riposte for him, but I was useless at the time. He tried it himself, with a simple, "Shut up!"
"Touchy subject," Trey laughed, putting his hands up in defense.
"At least I got family livin'!"
Silence.
Oscar realized that what he yelled was 1) directed to both Trey and me, and 2) not completely true. "I... uh... hey, I just... whoa, sorr..." Before he could finish and apologize Trey was on top of the table with his hands around Oscar's throat. "Fuck you! You wanna die ass hole?!"
I would have helped right then and there, but I was stunned. Trey usually had control of his temper. In fact, he rarely ever got mad. Never had I seen him like that. I blinked and pushed Oscar out of the booth so that both he and Trey would fall, and the negative connection would be broken. "He didn't mean anything by it!" I defended Oscar. I new he was quick to reply, but intelligence was not usually something that came with it.
Oscar wasn't about to give up though, not Trey. After they both landed on the floor and retrieved their thoughts, Oscar was ready with a punch. How they even stayed in the same room together when I was being doctored for is beyond me.
Jack was in the restaurant though, and after a quick glance he hopped up and pulled Trey towards the other end of the room, while I stood in front of Oscar and calmed him down. He knew he had made a second mistake when he punched Trey, so he was easily tamed. Trey on the other hand...
"You mother fuckin' dick! I'll cut your fuckin' face up! I'll stab you bitch!" His comments went on, and I ordered Oscar to leave, which he did readily. Trey immediately stopped when Oscar left, appeared again in the window, and disappeared.
"I hate that fuckin'..."
"Trey!" I walked profoundly over to him. "What in the 'ell was that?"
"He was..."
I stopped him. "I have never heard so much hate language in all my life!" His head fell, but it was still red with anger. "You brought on this all."
"He responded though!"
"Whateva', you were acting childish." I turned to leave the restaurant.
Trey caught me though. "Ya just PMSin' is all, so I'll let it go dis time."
The whole room grew silent again. A girls "issues" were her own, and besides I wasn't anyway. I decided to make this quick. Turning on my heels I glared, scowled, and stormed out. Easy peasy beans and cheesy.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I realize that "back in the day" people wouldn't retort with the word "PMS" anywhere in it, lol. I just had to say it!
MORE TO COME.
This chapter is rated R for the extensive use of the "f-word". It was just a word I felt I had to use. Anger brings upon much, lol. Anyway, read and review.
Place: "Tibby's".
"It doesn't bother me," I told Trey after explaining why Race wasn't on my arm when I walked inside "Tibby's". If he wants to be like that... I was just messin' around. You guys aren't pigs, really."
Trey laughed. "Couples; dey always get in fights, but you'll kiss 'n' make- up soon enough."
"I know." I wanted to confess though... "I just don't know if I can take as many fights as we have been having." It was true. Race and I fought over the smallest things. Yeah, couples did it, but we would sometimes not talk for hours, and once even a whole day.
Trey looked like he was Race and was giving me a pained look.
I decided to move from the subject. "So how many girls will be here anyway?"
"Only one fa now." Trey still looked lost in my words, but he went on, "She's picky, don't wanna sleep anywhere besides a bed."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously? Is she some snooty, stuck-up bitch?" So maybe I was being a little too judgmental, or maybe there really was a hint of jealousy in my voice.
Trey didn't seem to notice. "I donno." Quick response. He knew I was moody, and wanted nothing to do with it.
Oscar's face appeared outside of the restaurant, and he walked inside. A few scowls and ignorant comments saluted him, but he was used to ignoring them by now as he sat down beside me and across from Trey. "Hey." He nodded an extra greeting and stretched his arm across the back of the booth.
"Haven't seen you for a while," I growled. My little fight with Race was eating away at the best of me. My voice sounded angry and remote.
Oscar didn't seem to notice. "Yeah," he stated, "I've been helping my uncle with more hours outside of the distribution center."
Trey faced the boy he had loathed his whole newsie life. "How can you stand that..." his voice slowly distanced off.
I think Oscar expected me to riposte for him, but I was useless at the time. He tried it himself, with a simple, "Shut up!"
"Touchy subject," Trey laughed, putting his hands up in defense.
"At least I got family livin'!"
Silence.
Oscar realized that what he yelled was 1) directed to both Trey and me, and 2) not completely true. "I... uh... hey, I just... whoa, sorr..." Before he could finish and apologize Trey was on top of the table with his hands around Oscar's throat. "Fuck you! You wanna die ass hole?!"
I would have helped right then and there, but I was stunned. Trey usually had control of his temper. In fact, he rarely ever got mad. Never had I seen him like that. I blinked and pushed Oscar out of the booth so that both he and Trey would fall, and the negative connection would be broken. "He didn't mean anything by it!" I defended Oscar. I new he was quick to reply, but intelligence was not usually something that came with it.
Oscar wasn't about to give up though, not Trey. After they both landed on the floor and retrieved their thoughts, Oscar was ready with a punch. How they even stayed in the same room together when I was being doctored for is beyond me.
Jack was in the restaurant though, and after a quick glance he hopped up and pulled Trey towards the other end of the room, while I stood in front of Oscar and calmed him down. He knew he had made a second mistake when he punched Trey, so he was easily tamed. Trey on the other hand...
"You mother fuckin' dick! I'll cut your fuckin' face up! I'll stab you bitch!" His comments went on, and I ordered Oscar to leave, which he did readily. Trey immediately stopped when Oscar left, appeared again in the window, and disappeared.
"I hate that fuckin'..."
"Trey!" I walked profoundly over to him. "What in the 'ell was that?"
"He was..."
I stopped him. "I have never heard so much hate language in all my life!" His head fell, but it was still red with anger. "You brought on this all."
"He responded though!"
"Whateva', you were acting childish." I turned to leave the restaurant.
Trey caught me though. "Ya just PMSin' is all, so I'll let it go dis time."
The whole room grew silent again. A girls "issues" were her own, and besides I wasn't anyway. I decided to make this quick. Turning on my heels I glared, scowled, and stormed out. Easy peasy beans and cheesy.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I realize that "back in the day" people wouldn't retort with the word "PMS" anywhere in it, lol. I just had to say it!
MORE TO COME.