Marcela's Love

Chapter 3

•••••MARCELA'S POV•••••

- It's been a few weeks & I've been on a fucking rampage. I've been cursing bitches out left & right. No matter where I am or who I'm with. I must have a "Try Me" sign stuck to my forehead cus these hoes stay getting buck. I was leaving work when I seen Esha with some random nigga. When she saw me she began walking my way with ole dude & she had this ugly ass smirk on her face. I prepared myself for whatever she was about to say. "Wassup Marcela? You talked to Jerome lately?" As I turned to walk away, she made the wrong decision. I don't know whether she was trying to show off for that nigga or if she thought she was bout it, but either way this hoe had the nerve to say, "That's what I thought bitch! You too scared to even say a word to me cus you know what it is." I turned around & punched her so quick,  she didn't even have a chance to blink. We threw down in the middle of the mall & didn't even care. I'm not even gonna lie & say she didn't have hands cus she did, but they weren't better than mine. There weren't any words exchanged during the fight & no hair pulling, just straight hands. I thought it was going to be a tie until I landed this punch & she stumbled. I seen my opportunity to trip her & when she fell it was over. She was trying to fight back but it wasn't no use. I was sending  punch after punch to her face until I felt someone lift me up. "Damn lil mama, relax! You won." He said from behind me. I turned around & seen what had to be one of the sexiest niggas alive looking down at me. He was tall af to me & I'm not even short. He had to be about 6'6 & he was brown skinned. Not too dark & not too light. He had some white ass teeth & these sexy ass eyes. He was so fine that I almost forgot about the situation at hand. I turned around in time to see Esha picking up her big ass gold earrings off the ground. I noticed that the nigga she was with was tryna duck off with the crowd to act like he wasn't with her. "That's a damn shame," I thought as I shook my head. I fixed my shirt & tried to slicked back my hair that I knew looked a mess, then went to pick up my bag & keys. "My name is Raheem, but you can call me Rah." I was surprised he was still even standing there. "I'm Marcela." I said. "You mind if I ask why a pretty girl like you is out here fighting?" I wasn't really in the mood to talk, but something about him just screamed attention. "She disrespected me & I don't tolerate that. If you let someone get away with it once, they gone think they can always get away with it." He chucked & I wanted to know what was so funny cus I was being serious. I rolled my eyes & began to walk off before he pulled me back by my waist. "I'm sorry ma, I just think your attitude is funny. I'm not tryna laugh at you. Look, can I have your number? I'm not trying to be on no funny shit. I know you barely know me, but I think you're beautiful & I want to get to know you." I thought about it for a minute before giving it to him. I'd be dumb af to not give his sexy ass my number. "I'll call you" was all he said before he walked off. I got to my car & drove home. It's been a pretty eventful day & I needed some rest.

••••• MARCUS POV •••••

- I was getting head from this broad when Jay called me.

"Yo?"
"Aye bruh, you seen that video of Marcela on World Star!?"
"Nah bruh, what video?"
"Man her & Keisha sister going IN at the mall! I'm finna send you the link."
"Aight bet."

I got the notification right after, but imma finish this before I watch it. After about another 5 minutes, I came in her mouth. She swallowed & started taking her pants off, but I don't know what for. She sleep as hell if she thought I was gone return the favor. I zipped my pants up & walked out the door. "Ummm, where you going Marcus? You not gone give me none back? That's wrong." Swallowing my kids must got this bitch head gone cus she acting real childish. She know I don't do that to nobody & I know for a fact this bitch done fucked almost all the niggas in Crossdale County. I didn't even entertain her stupidity. I instead walked out the door & to my car. I pulled out my phone & clicked on the link. After it loaded, I seen Marcela & Esha fighting in front of the food court. I didn't know either of them had hands like that. It didn't really surprise me that Esha had hands tho cus she a hood rat, but Marcela? I haven't known Marcela to be a fighter since I met her. She definitely gave Esha a run for her money. I couldn't help myself. I had to bother her so I sent her a text.