Lorenzo's POV:
I got into my car after school ended and headed back to my house.
Not like I had anything better to do. But I was having a pretty visitor over later, so I wasn't to worried about staying preoccupied.
As I pulled into my driveway, my phone started blaring Flawless by Beyonce notifying me that my best friend was calling.
I finished parking then picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"You're crown jewels feeling better, man?" I heard an amused voice, that belonged to no other than The Sam Gomez, say.
Yeah, that tiny pole of a kid was my best friend. He had always been there for me.
He was a cool guy.
Even when he was a witty, sarcastic, goofy, monkey faced, son of a b-
I smirked.
"The health of my balls has nothing to do with you Sam."
He laughed into the phone. I had always been jealous of his laugh.
Ugh. It's such a stupid girly thing to say. But its true.
He had the kind of laugh that was clear and crystal like, it drew attention, and was contagious.
"Alright man, its not my fault you say stuff that's gonna affect your children!"
I snorted.
"Believe me, that woman has anger issues."
Sam sighed, which told me I was about to get a visit from "serious Sam".
"Man, you gotta understand. She doesn't think words can get thru that stupidly thick skull of yours, so she uses actions instead."
"And this justifies her slapping me, punching me in the stomach, and kicking my balls....how?"
"Well it may- wait, did you say she slapped you...then punched you? When did this happen and why was I, your best friend, not informed??"
Oh....right.
I hadn't told Sam about what happened that morning...
I hesitated, "Well...."
"Spill the beans, Loren."
I scowled at his nickname for me.
Then I explained to him what happened.
30 minutes later. Sam was still guffawing like an idiot.
I gritted my teeth.
"Will you shut up?"
He tried to stop, I could feel his struggle all the way thru the phone.
But he burst again.
I thought he would die from suffocation.
I actually wouldn't mind that.
After another 15 minutes he was a functioning human being again.
"Oh God, man. Whoo, that was funny."
I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever Gomez. I have to go."
He chuckled.
"Okay man. I'll catch ya later."
"Yeah man, bye."
"See ya."
Then I ended my call with him.
I sighed and got out of my car.
I headed into my house.
I went to my bedroom and fell back onto my bed.
I thought about the flame haired girl.
Man, that woman did have anger issues.
Then I thought about what Sam said.
I sighed.
This was stupid.
My phone rang again, I looked at the caller I.D.
Jessica.
Great.
I answered.
"Hello?"
"Lorenzo. I'm here. I sent your little 'friend' away. We need to talk.
I grimaced.
"What if I don't want to talk?"
A bitter laugh came from her end of the phone.
"I'm just being polite brother. I still have my keys."
"I changed the locks." I told her, a smirk on my face.
"I know." she said.
I let out a frustrated sigh.
"I'll be right down."
"Who's the girl?" she asked quietly.
I froze.
"What?" I questioned her.
"Nothing. I'll see you in a minute dear brother."
She hung up, leaving me with my thoughts.
I snapped out of it as soon as I heard the front door slam shut.
I groaned and raced out of my room and down the stairs.
My sister stood there in all of her 23 years of glory.
Her brown hair was short and edgy. Her grey eyes sparkling mischievously.
I sighed.
"Hi Jessica."
She gave me a wide grin.
"Hello Brother."
She looked me over, her grin fading into a grimace.
"First. Tell me who the girl is that kicked your sorry butt. Then we talk."
I moaned.
"First. There is no girl. Second. I don't wanna talk." I told her mockingly.
"You will if it's about mom."
