Just Friends

Chapter IV: My Wrist

                         Mayari Sekani Thompson

Right now it's probably around 8:30 pm and i'm just leaving practice.

My body is so sore. Between working two jobs, school, and cheerleading practice i'm all wore out for this week.

I think i'm gonna put my two weeks in for my second job because they barely give me hours. I do my own hair and Siah's so maybe I could try to do someone else's.

Cynthia doesn't even show up to practice or anything and for the games she just sits on the bench. When Siah's playing she'll cheer a little bit for him then sit down. Then she complains about how much work cheerleading is.

"Yoo Mayari!" I turn around and see some of Siah's team mates.

"Hi?" Why are they even speaking to me?

"Why you said it like that? Why you alone where yo bodyguard?" The shortest one asks. So bold for such a tiny man.

"They not together, they never been. He with the thot of the century... give it up for Cynthia Calloway!!" The lightskin one says in an announcer voice making the rest of the guys start barking and making noises.

"Oh but ummmmm...coach need to see you." A different one says.

"Okay." I starting walking in the direction of them

They make a path for me to walk between all of them. But not even completely past them I feel a hard smack on my butt.

Ever since I was a child people have always made comments on my body. About how "grown" it is. It's not like I went to the Build-A-Bitch workshop and told them make my butt and boobs large with a side of medium thighs.

"Damn yo shit like water bae. You gone let me in tonight?" The same lightskin boy from earlier says making everybody else laugh.

I smile at him and walk closer to him. I put one hand on his body rubbing down his stomach towards his private. He starts smirking like shit sweet. When I get close enough I grab his balls through his basketball shorts and he groans loudly in pain.

"And why would I let you fuck me when your dick is the length and width of my pinky finger." I say wiggling my pinky on my other hand in his face with a fake sad face.

"Damnnnnnn"

"Bro ain't no way" His other friends are standing there laughing.

"Next time keep your hands to yourself." I say letting go but before he can move I punch him right in his jaw. I punched him so hard the sound echoed through the empty halls. Might've had a few boxing lesson from the boys.

I walk away and to the coach's office hearing 'Ouuuu' and 'Damnnnn' as I do so.

My hand is throbbing now and i'm probably going to go to the hospital when I leave.

I'm just ready to go home.

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"May! May may!! Mayari!"

"Huh? Oh Tj hey." I said taking my airpod out my ear. They meant it when they said noise canceling.

"Don't fucking hey me. Why didn't you call me or Messiah." He says putting his hands on his hips, glaring at me. He's standing like an angry mom.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your fucking hand. Bout everyone seen the video of you punching the shit outta Luis ole gremlin ass. Don't get me wrong i'm proud that you did that and defended yourself but- Mayari!" My head snaps in the direction of my name and I see a mad Messiah coming towards me. With an even more mad Cynthia behind him.

"Let me see the shit." He grabs my wrist tightly examining my wrapped up hand. "Ow, Siah. Relax."

When I went to the hospital they said my wrist was sprained. They just wrapped it up and I have to wear it all day everyday and I can't get it wet. Of course my mother doesn't know anything or she'll have a heart attack. She was at work when I got home last night  and sleeping when I left this morning. I'm obviously not going to hide it...but i'll tell her when I see her.

"My bad. I'm proud of you for defending yourself Mayari. But you know how I feel about you fighting. Next time can you let me handle it? Especially if it's a nigga that touch you, okay?"

Messiah has always been like this. He says to let him 'handle it' but what does that even mean? Wouldn't he just do what I did but maybe hit him more?

And anyway he wasn't there, what was I supposed to do?  Let him smack my butt and walk away? Yeah, no.

"Whatever Messiah." I say getting up and walking away. The bell rings thankfully so I just make my way to class.

"Ms. Thompson." Principle Michelle says from behind me. I turn around with a disgustingly fake smile. I can't stand Principle Michelle. She's definitely racist.

"Could you follow me to my office?" I just nod and we make our way to the office.

In my freshman year she said I couldn't wear this burgundy shirt because my chest is too big and i'm too dark for it. In my sophomore year she gave me out of school suspension because I had a blonde lace on and she said 'Black people always want what us white people have, especially you little black girls.'

You can't tell me those incidents weren't racially motivated.

We get into her office and sit down. After a few seconds she speaks up.

"Is this you in this video?" I look at her then at the computer screen seeing the boy slap my butt and me turning around.

I nod and sit back in my chair.

"Two weeks of after school detention. Luis, the boy in the video, also will be getting detention do not worry. You know it always hurts me when I see little black girls have so much anger in them." She said putting her hand on her chest, shaking her head.

"Girl bye." I get up taking my slip and leaving the office.

Down the hall I see Messiah and I was gonna go speak to him because honestly we need to talk. As I get closer I see Cynthia and I can hear them yelling at each other.

"Maybe I'll just mind my own business." I whisper to myself and I turn around looking down at the slip. Today is my first day of detention.

Well isn't that dandy.

                                 To Be Continued...
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