I met cinco our eighth grade year. We were the only two black students in a advanced language class. I was a quiet girl but i would definitely have my talkative days. But I didn't really have anyone to talk to until I met cinco.
Cinco was quiet and never had any talkative days ever. So some days we could enjoy no talking. And when I felt talkative he sat and listened and gave his feed back. We became each others unannounced best friends.
I remembered at some point I had a small crush- a big crush. But I never really got the courage to confess. So I just pushed it into the back of my head. Back then I used to pretend he was my boyfriend. That's sounds delusional but I was a kid so don't judge.
I mean he used to get me gifts for valentines, Christmas, and my birthday. We kissed one time but it wasn't even nothing major. Anyways that's not anything important, I'm reminiscing on the good times my bad.
It was the summer of leaving eighth grade and entering high-school that changed everything.
He came to my house so late in the night and was throwing pebbles at my window. It didn't take me long to wake up because I was a light sleeper. I had opened my window and let him in so even being able to see what the issue. I turned on my lamp and saw him all beat up and bloody.
Flash Back*
"C-Cinco what happened who did this to you?" I whisper yelled. Nobody was in the house but me because my mom worked night shift. But still I had just woke up so my voice was a lil ashy sounding.
"I did some bad mari, once I tell you you can't mad okay" he said sitting on floor beside my bed.
"Come with me to the bathroom, and then you can tell me. Because if you bleed on my carpet my ma gonna cuss me out" I said pulling him up and he leaned on me.
My skinny ass was struggling to the bathroom that was no more than 10 steps away. I helped him sit on the counter and I reached under the counter to retrieve the first aid kit,
"I joined a gang, and I didn't want to I swear my brother made me" he said holding his head back as tears slid down his face. I felt so bad, and I wanted to start crying to. He never cried in front of me so this was new to me.
"Everything's gonna be okay, I promise" I assured him. I applied the alcohol pad to his forehead where that was a big gash. He wrapped his arms aorund my waist as he hissed in pain.
"I'll be here for you no matter what, I'm not completely sure what goes on in a gang. But just be safe I don't wanna lose you" I said cleaning his face.
" I don't ever wanna lose you Mari, you the nicest person in my life. My own mama ain't even this nice to me man" he said holding his head down, still tears going down his face.
The major injuries were the gash on his forehead, a black eye, it also looked like he had a broke arm. But I didn't know to much about all that, I just knew how to bandage people up. My mom worked in the emergency room so she always taught me how to treat and wrap a wound.
"Can I spend the night? Ion wanna go back home right now" he asked. I nodded knowing my mom wouldn't mind because she never had before. Well she would be a tad bit mad at me because she likes to know things beforehand.
I slept at one end of the bed and he slept at the other. Almost every week until school started he would spend the night at my house. Our bond grew stronger until the bond was non existent.
We walked past each other in the hallway and I waved and he walked right past. He stopped speaking to me, acted like I was a ghost and complete stranger. I went home and cried that day because of him.
Cinco broke my heart and I didn't trust nobody and went through high school without friends. He never spoke to me again and I never found out why. Until one day I saw him, and it felt like the first time I met you again.
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-I'm prob gonna re-write this chapter, but it's a lil summary of the main characters and how they met.
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