Change ☆DC Stargirl • Yolanda Montez (II)

Seven

Freya's POV:

"I'm sorry my mom kicked you out last night." I hear her sigh, along with a few things shuffling in the background. "I didn't think she would overreact like that after I told my abuela we were just going to be studying downstairs under her supervision."

"Hey, it's completely fine. Besides, we weren't technically under supervision." I chuckle, remembering how her grandma fell asleep on the couch and we ended up playing video games with her cousin.

"But it's still embarrassing." She groaned. "You don't deserve to be treated like that. It shouldn't be your fault that you're associated with the Crocks."

I raise a brow. "It's not a big deal, Yolanda."

"It's a big deal if it affects my friend."

I clear my throat, ignoring her words as I began to dig through my backpack. "Anyway, did you see Court's text? The meeting at the pit stop?"

"Yeah..." She nervously trailed off.

"Why do you sound nervous?" I curiously ask.

She clears her throat. "I'm not nervous."

"You're a horrible liar Yolanda."

"Okay fine." Yolanda lets out a sigh. "It's just—"

"Devin, Lutz, Marky, it's a little early, don't you think?" I hear someone scoff from around the corner which causes me to pause in my steps. "Did you set your alarm just to bully me?"

Mike?

"To get paid, paperboy." One of the boys spoke up.

"Ah, why do you need the money, a brain transplant?" Mike remarked.

"All right, that's gonna cost you extra, Dugan."

"Sorry Yolanda." I quickly interrupt her, picking up my pace. "I gotta go, bye!"

Suddenly the sound of a bike is thrown to the ground and instantly I sprint around the corner, seeing as Mike blocked his face while two kids around his age held him against the ground while the other snatched his wallet from the floor.

"Hey!" I call out with a glare, ripping one of the guys off of Mike and struck a punch against his cheek."Get lost before I kick all of your asses!" I shout, shoving the other guy off of Mike.

"Devin, Marky. Let's get out of here!" The guy instructed, tossing the wallet on the ground before the three guys took off down the street.

I glance down at Mike, seeing his unreadable expression and I held out a hand. "You okay, kid?"

"Yes." He muttered, reluctantly taking a hold of my hand as I helped him to properly stand on his feet. "I totally had that handled."

I raise a brow and my eyes land on the torn piece of fabric from his jacket. "Right..." I trail off, reaching forward to hold up his sleeve and his eyes slightly widened. "Totally handled."

He pulls his hand back to adjust his sleeve but I crouch down to pick up the bike, moving it closer to his hands. "Thanks."

I gesture for him to continue walking down the street and walk next to him. "So I'm assuming these are your...friends that you always brag to Courtney about?"

"No, just some punks who steal money from me whenever they have the chance." He muttered, placing his newspaper bags on top of the bicycle seat and continued to walk. "Jakeem's my best friend."

"Got it." I say before I crossed my arms. "So why haven't you told your dad about them?"

He scoffs. "Are you crazy? That's a dumb idea!"