Duality - oc x Isaiah Jesus

Chapter 11

A few days had gone by, and Small Heath had acclimatised to the tensity the Cuban's had brought with them. Though the shock still hadn't dissipated from the Shelby family, as they continued to struggle to piece together how theie sweet young Marianna was back, and yet alone cut up the man that raised her, her supposed family, but they continued on with business as usual.

However Finn and Isaiah, on the other hand hadn't gotten use to seeing her around, though since the night of the fundraiser they had only seen her twice in passing, as she would walk through the streets, never without Anton and Fernando glued to her side, they still couldn't quiet grasp the entire situation.

Marianna strutted her way through Small Heath with a confidence and determination she lacked when she was last here, she was weak she told herself, that she was not the girl that was pushed around in school, and tossed aside by her supposed closest friends, but instead an heiress, she was a queen of her own kingdom, one far greater than the meek enterprise the Shelby's called their empire. She pushed open the door of the Garrison Tavern as the wind from outside followed her inside, blowing through her curls.

"Four rums" she called out to the barmaid, slamming down her coins on the table sliding them forward, "assuming you have the good stuff" she laughed looking back at Anton and Fernando who laughed along with her "por supuesto que no (of course they don't)". "But there's only three of you" the barmaid questioned suspiciously, as she placed the four glasses containing the liquor, and too her surprise Marianna downed the whole drink, slamming her glass down with a hiss, sliding two of them to the other men and grabbing the last glass, "you'd be better off not involving yourself in business that isn't yours", she said then turning to her acquaintances "espera aquí, 10 minutes (wait here)".

Isaiah, Finn and Michael had been in the Garrison drinking long before Marianna's arrival, a regular occurrence for the three boys, though they were surprised to see the girl stride in as if she owned the place, down her drink, threaten a barmaid, and make her way towards the group in the span of a few minutes.

"Well should I be surprised to find a couple of cabrón's (bastard) here, drunk before mid day" she looked, disgust painting her face as she positioned herself towards Isaiah and Finn, "although, I don't know you, I wasn't surrounded by men who looked like you growing up" she smirked as she looked Michael up and down "instead a bunch of burros, oh sorry, donkeys" she laughed remembering no one else spoke her native tongue. "Micheal" he reached out to shake her hand, which she gladly did so, not just because she thought he was attractive, but because it was getting a rise out of the boys sitting next to him. "Though I've had the pleasure, short, but still a pleasure nonetheless, of hearing about you" Michael flirted, both Finn and Isaiah watching in disgust, one out of a place of brotherly love for the girl he missed and the other from a place he assumed was the same, but wasn't.

"So Marianna, why don't you sit, have a drink with us" Finn spoke up after having enough of the giggles and flirtatious comments between Michael and her, and clearly he wasn't the only one. Anton had reached the table with a displeased look on his face, "qué estás haciendo (what are you doing)" he was clearly annoyed, something Isaiah and him had in common, "deja de perder el tiempo con estos, boys (stop waiting your time on these boys)" emphasising the word boys, the only one the three could understand.

"Oh calm down Anton, I was just having a bit of a laugh, you know its you I come home to" she lowered her voice, but still loud to irritate the nosey listener sitting down across from her. "Well I can't say its been a pleasure, because it hasn't, but I hope to see you again" she leans forward grabbing her glass and drinking the remaining contents as she holds her eye contact with Michael, and spinning on her feet, grabbing Antons hand and walking out the bar, not without the dreamy daze of one boy, the sad reminiscent stare of another and most importantly the glimmer of something burning in the last's, could it be jealousy.