Boxing

"Gabriella—" her father tried to get out.

"GET OUT JOSE!" She shouted, clearly pissed. Of course she never called her father by his birth name…but you never touch Gabriella Montez. He looked up at her in fear again, "I SAID GET OUT!" She shouted. Jose got up and stared at Gabriella right in her eyes. He had to admit, slapping her made him feel good, because he was putting his anger out. On her, though. Gabriella squinted her eyes and was wondering what he was going to do next. He squinted his own eyes. His eyes turned gold and her eyes still stayed at her brown. Quickly, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her so hard, she went to the wall across the room. She got back on track very quickly and faked to punch him, put her leg on the back of his shins, he tried to back up, but he fell back. So he was on the ground again. Slowly in a quiet tone, which made him shake, she sternly said, "you don't mess with me," she made it seem as if there were a period after each word. She pushed his shoulder down that it nearly hit the floor. She straightened her back and he saw her go through one of her drawers. She was looking for her sweats. She pulled them out of the rectangular box and put the sweatshirt over the shirt she was wearing. She was pulling down her baggy pants, and when the pasted her butt—"GET OUT!" She shouted at him again. He shot up and ran to the door, shaking, he was struggling to get the door opened, and when he finally did, he ran out the door. Gabriella pulled down her pants fully and put on her sweatpants. She went down the steps and grabbed her keys that were on the kitchen counter. Janet was still there.

"Devil child, making your father all scared like that," she told Gabriella.

Gabriella scoffed, "Your father is my father's age," she said.

"So not true!"

"Close enough," she said walking out the door.

"True…" Janet mumbled before she took a sip from her coffee mug.

Gabriella found herself in front of her car staring at it in disbelief. It was spray painted all over and was torn and cut in the inside. "This couldn't have been Bolton and his monkeys," she said to herself balling her fists up. She heard splashes of water from across the road. She had a thought flash back in her head of how her best friend from her old neighborhood, Rodney, would was other peoples cars. Every now and then Gabriella would help him, and they'd get something new. If you knew what they meant (wink, wink). She turned her head with a half smile on her face. It was Rodney! "Rodney?" She yelled so the person could hear her. Rodney looked up and squinted his eyes.

"Gabriella?" He asked. Gabriella started running up to him. "Gabriella my m—girl!"

Gabriella jokingly punched his shoulder, "shut up Rodney. What are you doing here?"

"You got a firm grip there, Montez," he said, while Gabriella rolled her eyes.

"Just answer the question!" She groaned.

"Well, what does it look like I'm doing?"

"Washing a car…"

"Exactly. What are you doing here?"

She pointed to her house across the street, "I live there now."

"Whoa. So that's your car?" He looked at the jacked car in front of her house.

"Yeah," she said reluctantly, "some jack-butts I think jacked it."

"Oh…I'll wash it."

"Oh, thanks Rodney!" She said in a sweet tone.

"For thirty-five dollars," he said.

"Yeah, can I get a discount?"

"That is the discount."

"Why is it so much?" She said outraged.

"See where I am, Brie? I'm in upper-class now, no more hood prices," he stated.

"True…since this is upper class…need any help?"

"Brie, I'm not a little kid anymore," he said.

"What? It's only been four or five months. What happened to that adventurous little black behind I knew?" She joked the last sentence to light up the moment.

"Just do whatever you were about to do, Brie."

And then she looked down, but left. And Rodney went back to washing the cars.

Okay! So I hoped you liked that one…review! And Micah Williams is Rodney, by the way… xox!