She walks up, her arms crossed. Little Cindy was ghost in the morning, so Marisol and her new crew had to wait until lunch to find her.
"So, we are totally squad." Marcus says, wrapping an arm around Marisol as she held Riley's hand. "We are rocking with each other for life yo."
"I didn't even know you two went to this school." Marisol says, ignoring the glare Riley gave Marcus. Marcus did too, keeping his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
"We didn't know you went here." James says, walking beside Marcus.
"Yup. I would've known if a cutie like you went here. Seems as if Riley kept you hidden girl."
"Actually, that was Desmond." Riley says and Marcus frowns, drifting away from Marisol. "Her old nigga."
"You went out with that unfaithful ass nigga?" Marcus asks, and she frowns.
"Everyone knew he was a cheater except me, huh." She says, rolling her eyes.
"Well…" Marcus says.
"Yeah." The three guys say, and she sighs.
"You guys being in unison makes things worse." She shakes her head. "Whatever. I don't wanna hear about my past." She runs her hand through her hair.
"Yeah, you right." Marcus says, nodding.
"We gotta take that bitch Cindy down. And whatever nigga she got coming for us." James says, and Marcus nods, giving James dap.
"We?" Riley says, giving them a frown.
"Nigga, you didn't hear Marcus? We squad now." James says, crossing his arms. "That bitch sent for Marisol, but she gonna get all of us. So whatever niggas she tryna get to sneak the girl, we gonna get her."
"Niggas?" Riley says, him and Marisol sporting similar looks of confusion.
"You never seen her fight, huh?" James says, and the two shake their heads.
"She never fight alone. Just like them niggas she had you get. When she tried and failed at fighting Marisol, was the first time we, well I've ever saw her fight alone. Shit was crazy."
"And since she's scary, I bet she bought some niggas." James says, crossing his arms. "But if she bought bitches, we can hold them back. I bet no bitch could deny my face." He says, and Marisol rolls her eyes.
"James." She laughs, and the rest join in. She really could see herself being apart of this new found squad. They got along well, and the guys were loyal. Riley didn't really know Marcus like that, and Marisol didn't know him or James like that, but these guys were fighting for them. Which was really cool. It made her smile.
Marisol slips her hand from Rileys, picking up her pace and walking in front of them. She would be damned if this bitch Cindy tried to wile out on any of them. She had a sinking suspicion that Cindy was affiliated with those niggas who tried to jump Riley, and that was unacceptable.
She met eyes with Cindy, and pulls off her kimono top. She hands it to the closest guy and once it left her hands, she pulled off her tank top, leaving her in a black bandeau.
"Aye, whatchu doi-"
"I cannot get this shirt messed up." She says, turning to face the guys. Marcus was the closest. "My shit is worth too much to be sullied by this dirty bitch's hands." She hands Marcus the tank top. She turns back to Cindy, who had taken a step forward. Once she got in reach, Cindy was hit with a punch.
"You tryna fuck with my nigga?" Marisol asks, punching her again. "You paying niggas to come jump him, bitch?" She kicks her in the stomach. "What? You were so fucking bold before, and even paid niggas to come and fight them. What now? You lost for words hoe? Say some shit! You sure know how to run yo fucking mouth when a bitch ain't around! What the fuck is up? Talk some shit to me." She says, backing away. Cindy looks up.
"Now!" She says, and several guys with metal pipes come out.
"Oh, you dirty hoe." Marcus says, shaking his head.
"I thought we told you pussy ass niggas to stay away." James says, cracking his knuckles. "But y'all coming with weapons now." James shakes his head.
"It ain't shit tho." Riley says, crossing his arms. "I've seen worse. And haven't we been shot at before James?" He asks, and James nods.
"Same. We black nigga. Metal pipes don't shake a nigga up." Marcus says, cracking his neck. "But I swear to God, if one of them pipes hit my little sister, y'all dying." He says, sending Marisol a smile. "All of y'all."
"We ain't scared of your threats." One of them says, and lunges at Marcus, the pipe raised. Marcus meets the dude with a punch, launching the rest into battle.
It was a mess. Grunts, profanity, punches, kicks and scratching flew around. Swinging of pipes. Finally, they were down. The pipes were torn out of hands and used against the wielders, causing them to go down like flies.
Marisol had been pulled off of Cindy, repeatedly kicking her while she was down in the fetal position. Chunks of hair had been pulled out during Marisol's outburst of rage. Seeing her boys get attacked by metal pipes, said pipes a swing away from killing one of them, it made her angry. Once she was done with Cindy, she knew she was gonna target those idiotic guys again. During her deep breathing, she slipped on her shirt and kimono top.
"Fuck." James says as they walk to the parking lot. Lunch was already over, and they had missed the period after it. "This shit hurts." He says, slightly limping. She sighs, running a hand through her hair. Her boys were beat up.
"Sorry guys. Once we get to my house, I can patch you all up and order some chinese food or something." She says. She couldn't help but feel guilty.
"You ain't gotta be sorry." Marcus says, his head slightly tilted. His nose was bleeding. He sniffs a bit. "But chinese food does sound nice."
"Marcus, don't tilt your head. Let the blood flow out."
"On my clothes?" He asks, giving her a bewildered look. "Hell nah." He says, dragging out the words. She sighs.
"When we get in my car, I'll give you some napkins, and then you put your head down. But if you keep it tilted, it might go down your throat and you may swallow-" She was cut off by him spitting out blood.
"That was nasty as shit." He says, and she closes her eyes.
"You may swallow it, and vomit it back up. Blood irritates the stomach, and if you vomit, it might make the nosebleed worse. And we don't want that."
"Aiight, don't swallow any blood." He says, nodding. "Got you."
She turns to Riley, looking him over. His lip was busted and bleeding. "Oh, baby." She mutters, moving towards him. She places her hands on his face, moving it from side to side to check if he had anymore injuries.
"I ain't yo kid." He mutters playfully and she gives him a smile.
"I'm sorry." She says, her finger brushing across his lower lip. "I would kiss you, but…"
"Just take us home and do your little doctor shit and order some food girl." He says, trying his best to smirk. "I'm hella hungry."