in which the new girl from New York befriends the friendly cheerleader who happens to be hopelessly In love with one of the boys that she is shacked up with.
my life with the Walter boys
season one
issac garcia x fem!oc
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ROSITA ALONZO was no one's chauffeur, if she wanted to help someone she would but there was no way that she'd just be around for someone to order around.
But, the girl was never one to turn down a favor for a friend. This one hasn't been asked for but she's was more than happy to offer it.
That's exactly why she stormed through the front door of the Walter residence bright and early the next morning, her set of keys dangling from her index finger.
"Where is my favorite New Yorker." She sung with a smile kicking the front door closed.
As the words are spoken, the girl comes barreling down the stairs wearing a pink robe, a cute little bag in hand.
"Hey Rosita!"
"You want to ride with me today?" Rosita asked placing a hand on her hip, popping it. "Get you away from the meatheads for 10 sweet, sweet minutes."
Jackie smiled before nodding, "that'd be great, can I just quickly shower?"
"Of course, take your time. I'm here early anyway."
The girl disappeared into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind her.
Rosita hummed softly as she walked up the hallway into the kitchen grabbing an apple from the fruit basket.
"Did you come over just to eat our fruit?" Issac asked quick on her heels, stealing the apple right out of the unsuspecting girls hand, chomping straight into it with a smirk.
"I came over to save Jackie from you idiots." She spits back, reaching over and grabbing another apple ignoring the close proximity of their bodies as she straightens back up.
Rosita lets her eyes meet his as she brings the apple to her lips sinking her teeth into the fruit and pulling away a chunk chewing on it slowly, Issac blinks quickly.
He quickly rushes off towards the bathroom, a smirk lingering on his lips.
"Everything okay in there, Jackie?" He calls.
"Issac, can you go get Katherine?" Jackie's voice is muffled by the running water of the shower and the wooden door that stands between her and the rest of the Walter family and non family.
"Um, no, I don't think so."
"Why?"
"Cause there's a bet that you'd rather skip school than, you know, go to school with bleached hair." When the teenage boy turns he's met with a glaring teenage girl, her arms crossed over her chest.
"You didn't."
"Oh, we did." He laughs.
Rosita takes a threatening step forward backing him into the bathroom door, "sleep with one eye open tonight, Issac. You never know what's going to happen to your pretty head of hair... or that leather jacket."
