Forgot to add this, my bad.
Nos vemos despues de la escuela: See you after school.
She yawns, slipping on her denim jean short and tucking her tank top into it. Today, she wasn't wearing something too flashy; just a Beatles tank top, blue jean shorts and a plain black kimono top. She never saw her outfits as special.
Others may have, but she never did. She just got up, picked an outfit and got dressed. She walked down the stairs, her combat boots in hand. "Adios Mama!" She calls out, her bag over her shoulder and her keys in her shoes. She walks into her garage, placing everything in the car and groans.
She runs back into the house and up the stairs, into her room. She quickly searches through her alphabetized books and pulls one out. Her favorite, Lord of the Flies by William Golding. She needed to have a book for her english class test today. Since she was perfect at english -well, she thought so-, she finished her tests quickly, and always needed something to read.
"Ok, now I'm leaving Mama. Nos vemos despues de la escuela." She called out, running back downstairs and into the garage. She hops in her car, closing the door behind her and starting up the car. She presses the automatic garage door opener button thing and starts her car up, backing out.
She turns the radio on, smiling at the song. She must've let her cd in. "Double d, big full breasts on my baby. Triple weight, couldn't weigh the love I got for the girl. And I just wanna know why you ain't been goin to work? Boss ain't workin you like this. He can't take care of you like this." She sings along, tapping her finger on the steering wheel as she drove.
She loved Frank Ocean, she couldn't even lie. She knew almost every one of his songs by heart. His songs were the only ones that anyone would catch her singing, and she didn't even like singing. She wasn't even good, but when Frank Ocean came on she couldn't help herself.
She smiles, humming the melody. This was an omen. Today was going to be a great day. She pulled up in her parking spot and gets out of the car reluctantly. She didn't want to stop listening, but she had to. She couldn't miss more school.
She walks into the school grounds, her bag in hand and the song stuck in her head. She hums along, almost skipping. But when she walked into the cafeteria she saw something that stopped her.
Riley was getting jumped, only one person on his side. The two were up against several, like five, guys. She dropped her stuff and walked over, her fast paced walking turning into a run. She carefully dodged a punch from one of the guys and stands in front of Riley, everything stopping.
"What is going on?" She breathes out as the guys back off. They knew better than hitting a girl, especially with so many people around, recording.
"What the fuck are you doin?" Riley asks, and she gives him her best glare.
"Don't speak." She says and her eyes fall on his companion. It was James. She didn't know he went here.
Just then one of the dudes lunges for the two, ready to tackle her, but someone from the crowd moves, punching him in the mouth.
"Fuck outta here nigga." Marcus says, and she looks at him.
"Where the hell you come from dude?" James asks, and Marcus walks over to them, keeping his front faced towards the guys.
"Heard there was a fight. I saw Mari holding shit down, so I stayed back." He gives her a quick smirk. "Couldn't let her get hurt by no fuck nigga."
"No one answered me." Marisol says, and Riley steps forward.
"Whoever try to hit her again, they getting bodied. I don't give a fuck nigga." He says, balling up his fists. He was trying not to be angry and say something. He was just trying to get this shit over with. He had experience fighting a large group, but it never turned out good. So when James jumped in, he was low key grateful.
"So why the fuck is my boyfriend getting jumped by some pussy ass fuck boys?" Marisol says, her anger rising. "What a bitch move. You need five niggas to take down one dude? What the fuck does that say about you?" She asks, walking up to one. She gets in his face. "What do you think that shows me? That you, or your friends can't fight for shit."
"You betta get out my face." The guy says, and she gives him a smirk.
"What? You finna hit me? I bet I hit harder than yo bitch ass." She says, and he looks to the side, as if he was really about to do something. But Marisol knew better. If she got hit, she'd have to fire on all of them, and with Riley, Marcus and James behind her? They would've been on the ground.
"You betta get yo bitch." He says, and she shrugs.
"Guess that's what you all about." She says, and pokes his chest. "You not bout that life. If I was a dude, and some bitch got into my face, she would've gotten pushed. But I guess you need about three niggas to push me away, don't you." She backs off. "So, why are y'all here?"
"Cindy was talkin shit with these niggas a minute ago." James says, crossing his arms. "When Riley stood up to confront them, hearing your name slip from that ugly bitch's mouth, all these niggas got up to try and intimidate. They wasn't expecting my nigga Reezy to slap the shit outta one." James snickers. "Shit was funny as fuck. But thats when I had to stand up and step in."
One of the guys sucks their teeth. "Yo slap like a bitch."
"That wasn't what you was saying when you was tryna get a nigga back, wasn't it." Riley says. "You know you shit still stings."
"So where Cindy at tho?" Marisol asks, crossing her arms. "I thought the bitch learned after what happened at the gym. I tried not to kill her then, but I guess I have no choice." She says crossing her arms. She turns to the other guys. "You can disperse now."
One of them takes a step forward, and Marcus moves with him, getting in his face. "Come on now nigga. I'm sure you wouldn't want to do some shit like that with me and Riley around." He says, cracking his knuckles. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to go the the hospital." Riley takes a couple steps forward, crossing his arms, James behind him.
"And don't make me have to call a nigga to make this shit a fair fight. Unlike y'all, I only need one more nigga to take y'all down." He frowns. "Actually, I only need Marisol to take you pussy niggas down."
"Nigga-"
"Don't do nothing to get yourself hurt." James says, and they all suck their teeth.
"Whatever nigga." One says, walking away. "I ain't gettin paid enough for this." He says, and the other walk away with him, a couple lingering to try and be intimidating.
"What a group of bitches." Marisol calls out, shaking her head. "This is why I don't fuck with dudes like them." She shakes her head. Riley walks to her and grabs her arm.
"You are so stupid." He says, and she gives him a small smirk. "You could've gotten hit there? I saw you! You barely dodged that niggas punch!"
"You know I have fast reflexes. Besides, that punch was predictable. He wouldn't have even been able to hit you."
"What the fuck you tryna say?"
"I have a ugly bitch to go fight." She says, and her smirk widens. "Wish me luck." Riley rolls his eyes and kisses her.
"Uh, I'll go get yo bag." Marcus says, moving away as the two kiss.
"Yeah. Imma go too." James says. "Tell us when we finna confront Cindy." He says, quickly walking away. Marisol pulls away.
"You guys ar-" She was cut off by another kiss from Riley.