Deaf Mafia

Deaf Mafia (full story)

You know what mafia is, right? You know, bad guys that do bad things for money in suits -not all, but most. What kind of bad things? Well the normal things you would see on the web are: Gambling, loan sharking, drug-trafficking, prostitution -one of my least favorites- and fraud. All would be true, but we're not that petty anymore. Now it's more like businessmen with guns and want to kill each other to become superior.
Yes, I said "we're", and that means exactly what you think. I'm apart of the mafia too. But you don't even know me, but since we're gonna be together for awhile so I might as well share. My name is Miya Le -nope I am NOT Vietnamese I don't know why I have such a last name- I'm 20 years old, and I live in a small city -so think of a mini New York. As for looks...Pale skin -not like a vampire- a fit body, golden hazel eyes, and dirty brown hair that looks orange most times. In other words I look like an average person. But something's are more than what meets the eye...I'm deaf.
I don't want to you no, "Huh?! What?! Why?!" Or whatever other bullshit y'all can say. Listen, if you're lucky you may find out later.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-!
"Ugh! Great, now I need to go to school."
So, I get up out of bed, and I'm not going to bore you with morning routine crap. All you need to know is that I wore my classic black leather jacket, white t-shirt -with tiny slit wholes around the edges- saggy jeans, and black high top canvas sneakers. I grab my school messenger backpack, grab my apartment keys and walk out locking the door behind me.
I live alone, which normally would be pretty risky, but despite living in a city it's pretty chill and boring. That is until you hit the rich part of the city. My best friend lives there, but we'll get to him later, and so does my father.
Anyways, I've been going to a special school for disabled kids all throughout middle and high school. I leaned how to sign, read lips, and regular education stuff as well. But going to a regular college is a little overwhelming. Hearing people are rude and annoying. I don't have any friends in my school and I don't exactly want to make any. They're just annoying roaches that can easily be squashed.
Relax -I saw as you tensed up- I have self control and at the end of the day, not a single person leaves with a scratch from me. Well...I won't lie, not yet at least.
When I finally got to the campus it was loud and annoying as always, so I lowered the volume on my hearing aids. I shoved my way through the crowd and sighed as I arrived to my Monday morning class.
'Why am I here again? Oh right to stall.' Would be a thought that came to me occasionally.
I went inside the large room and found a random desk to sit at. Most people around me would be chattering about the most annoying things. To list a few: "Hey girl! Did you see the new dance on NikNok?" Or, "Yo bro! I just beat your level in Warfort II last night! And Joshua baled on me." And plenty more. I despise these conversations so much that I question why I spent over $200 to get hearing aids. And on the other side of the room girls would be whispering on how they could mess up my hearing aids or learn specific words in sign language and use them against me, and some are planning on jumping me.
I never completely understood what most people had against me. I'm decent looking for my age and I have good grades, those are really the only reasons I would think they would try to pick a fight with me. But there has to be something else. In my disabled school I would get jumped plenty of times from people that are my "equal" -and by equal I meant: people that are looked down at by society for not being "normal".
By the time the bell rang the class went silent and organized when the teacher walked in. After attendance she began her lecture. I was pretty bored so I was only half paying attention. We were then given a worksheet about what the lecture was about today and once we finished we could drop it off at the bin on the teachers desk and leave. I had a class in 8 hours so I wasn't really in a hurry, but I ended up being the first one done.
As I left the classroom I pondered to myself what I should do for my free time. I sat at the bench at the entrance of the campus and pondered for about 15 minutes before I decided to grab my phone. 'Let me ask if he's in class or has a class soon after. Most likely not, but you never know.' So I sent a quick text to him and he responded in a flash. I chuckled as I read his text...Fine I'll show you: