Before the Storm [writing]

eleven| redheaded biatch

I sat in English class, twirling my pen between my fingers while staring at the back of Adriano's head. We were supposed to sit next to each other but some bitch with red hair pushed me out of the way.

I wanted to start shit up but Adriano practically begged me not to and, everyone knows, I can resist him for the life of me. Pussy whipped.

"You're staring." Ezekiel said next to me as I shoved my elbow in his stomach, causing him to groan and press his forehead against the desk.

"I might actually lose my mind if she touches him." I stated in annoyance, watching the redhead drop a pencil at his feet. She placed a hand on his thigh, holding herself while she grabbed the pencil on the floor.

This bitch.

"I'm going to kill her."

"Homicide's never looked so sexy." Ezekiel teased with a shit-eating grin before raising his hands up as I threatened him with my own pencil.

"I'll shove this pen so far up your ass, you'll feel the splinters in your throat." I said, hearing a small snicker coming from Adriano as he shot back a subtle look at me.

Cue the butterflies - scratch that - cue the whole fucking zoo in my stomach.

"Has anyone ever told you how hot you look when you're mad." Ezekiel added with a shit eating smirk causing me to roll my eyes.

This dude doesn't know how to quit.

"Yea, your daddy." I stated with a smirk before drinking from my water bottle.

"You talked to my dad? How? I haven't been able to talk to him in ten years." He said with a gasp as I had to stop myself from spiting my water everywhere. I had to look away from him to swallow-

Never thought I'd be saying that.

- before asking if he was deadass. He was.

"He left my mom and I when I was 7. I don't really remember him that much." Ezekiel admitted as I placed a hand on his.

"My mom split too. It explains why we both have issues." I tried to lighten the mood when he began playing with his rings. His dreads falling in his face before he pushed them away.

"I think of him every now and then... it's stupid really but I would've liked to known him." The dark skinned boy admitted with a shameful smile.

"It's not stupid. It's normal to wish for something others have, to romanticize-"

"WOAH! I don't want to date my dad." Ezekiel almost shouted as Adriano spun around in his chair to look at us with frowned eyebrows.

"Do I even want to know?" He questioned as I tried my best to ignore him, even though I could feel his eyes on me and his curious expression.

"She's mad that you didn't let her fight Jessica Rabbit over there." Ezekiel tried to reassure my boy but it didn't work since he scouted his chair closer to my desk.

"Andy? Are you really mad?" He questioned, his hand reaching over to touch my arm.

Ms push-you-outta-way-to-sit-next-to-your-man turned around in her seat, glaring daggers into my eyes while I just looked at her with a stoic expression.

"Can you help me with this, Adri?"

My vision glazed, my mind picturing her head bashed into a wall, blood dripping down the side of her face as I stabbed her eyeballs so she couldn't see anymore. Breaking her fingers one by one, listening to her scream before bashing her hand with a brick.

A squeeze on my bicep pulled me out of my trance like state. My eyes looking down to the ring clad hand that belonged to Adriano.

"Why does she have that tweaker look?" Ezekiel questioned before shrinking in his seat when I glared very harshly at him and pinched his arm.

"That's her imma start a fight look." Adriano stated, tracing spirals with the pad of his thumb on my arm.

Ginny Weasley kept glaring at me, her body now facing towards our table as I stared her down. I wasn't one to back down from eye contact.

"Excuse me, can you stop distracting us? We're trying to work." She said as I scoffed in disbelief.

"It's individual reading, sweetheart." I told her with a sickly sweet smile as her cheeks burned up like her hair. She rolled her eyes at me, trying to gain back Adriano's eyes but to no avail.

Girly, I literally had him moaning for me two days ago. Why would he choose you?

ANDREA!

"That wasn't nice. She's just-"

"If you defend her, you get your hands off of me." I interrupted him with a slight frown. I could see the internal turmoil going on in Adriano's brain as my heart almost dropped in my stomach.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled as I mentally kicked myself over and over again. Sometimes I forget that people - Adriano especially - don't react well to my attitude.

He's a cinnamon roll, being sarcastic or being mean to him just goes over his head, and he takes everything to heart. I need to be more careful.

I think it was well deserved.

Well, you've never liked a boy like him before so shut the actual fuck up.

"I didn't mean it like that, pretty boy. I-.. I'm the one that's sorry for snapping at you."

I took a hold of his hand, entwining our hands together as he smiled softly at me.

"Ew, is that what my life would've been liked if my parents went to therapy?" Micah asked, popping out of nowhere.

"You little shit!"

"Miss Pierce, maybe you'd like to take that language somewhere else? Like detention." Our English teacher said loudly while I rolled my eyes inwardly.

I need to get Micah a bell or some shit that makes noise. I didn't even know he was in our class.

"No ma'am. I'm happy to just be here."

"Then watch your mouth, young lady."

Nodding my head, I glanced back at Micah who was hiding behind Ezekiel's dreads. Huh?

"You're not suppose to be here, are you?" I finally ask Micah. The boy had a huge grin on his face before saying nope and popping his p.

"I missed you guys and wanted to say hi."

"Now that you did, and almost gave me detention, you can kindly fuck of." Adriano and Ezekiel chuckled lowly, trying not to bring attention to us so that the teacher wouldn't call on us again.

"And who am I suppose to talk to in class? Politics is boring without one of you guys."

"Cry me a river. Shoo Mic."

"But- I'm not even a bird?"