The Vato and I (interracial/urban)

Vato

Two weeks later...
Would I be wrong if I said I can't stop thinking about her? I mean what we did probably shouldn't have happened, but a nigga was so can get up. I mean the worst was when we woke up that was hella awkward, she was shocked, I was shocked.

Flashback...

Rays of light hit my face, my vision was blurry as I slowly opened my eyes. I shut my eyes fast as hell when I felt a pang. I felt moving next to me, and I automatically was shook. No. Fucking.Way! I quickly turned over. Corina was wide awake and looking at the ceiling.

"Hey..." I said,

"What did we do?" She asked.

"Fucked." I said simply.

"I lost my virginity to a fuckboy, fan-fucking-tastic." She said catching an attitude.

I went wide-eyed. Virgin. Never had one of those. I sat up trying to think of what happened, all the details flooded back to me.

"You don't seem to regret it that much you still in my bed." I said.

Shorty got up and ignored me, not even acknowledging me. I got up too looking for my shorts. She started to quickly put on her clothes. She quickly ran to the door, and I ran up to grab her arm, gently.

"Why are you leaving? Look if it makes you feel any better I can- " I was cut off.

"Not speak to me." She said way to quick. I had to fall back real quick.

"Whatchu mean?" I asked.

"Don't speak to me, honestly. This wasn't suppose to happen." She said coldly. Shorty dipped, and I was left there stunned. I, Henry 'Vato' Chavez got rejected.

Flashback ending...

"Yo! What's good with you? Mario is speaking homie." Liam asked.

I shook my head, my current status was at Mario's crib. He was telling us on the rival gangs and how we need to take them down, and how there is a war going on.

"Anyways, putos the reality is we in some deep shit! We might loose a couple but not as much as the other side. So what's the deal with the shipments?" Mario asked.

"We've found out that the people stole half but I'm giving you quarter of what the Loco-13's took." Antonio said while giving Mario the wad.

Mario smiled greedily. I use to look up to this nigga, hard, but now I just see him as a pig. He shot his own kin( family) just to make it to the top. Once I  realized this he was shot down my radar.

I zoned out again thinking of shawty next door. I wanna stop thinking about her, trust me, but it's hard. It's like she embedded her memory into me. I feel-

"Vato I meant to ask you about the other day." Mario said seriously.

"Yeah?" I asked

"Sí! That niná, who is she to you!" He asked starring intense as hell.

"Nobody, just my neighbor." I said speaking half truth:

"Remember what I said about females, only few can be trusted." He said.

I shook my head and said my respects.

I left the trap, and ignored all the hoes trying to get at me. I can't front they looked good but shawty left an impression on me and my "second me". I can't work for anyone else.

"Vato ,wait up!" Liam said.

"Yeah, you coming?" I asked

"Nah, I got this hot little mami, see ya later esé?" He asked. I shook my head

      I hopped in my car and began to think heavy again.

"Corina." I said aloud.

I pulled into the parking lot of my complex. I couldn't help but sigh at the crappy place I lived in. Was this really what we all were destined to be at? Slums, drugs, and bums?

I walked up the stairs to my apartment. I already smelled the food my mom was cooking. I looked up to be shocked at shawty from next door waiting at the top of the stairs, furious as hell. I would open my mouth but I do remember her words of not to speak to her; I'm petty for sure.  I walked passed her, but my arm was grabbed and I was pulled inside her crib.

"What the fuck?" I asked.

"We're fucked!" She shouted.

"We're? You're buggin mami, you took drugs? I thought we wasn't talking." I stated.

Shawty started busting out crying.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"We didn't use a condom, did we?" She asked.

Don't tell me this chick got something.

"Nah, I don't think so." I said lowly

She cried some more.

"Bitch what?" I asked annoyed.

"I'm positive." She sobbed.

My eyes bugged out,

"What do you have?" I asked.

"Pregnancy, nigga!" She whispered yelled.

"W-what?" I asked.

"I'm pregnant, two weeks..." She said.

"We're fucked." I said.

She cried and I brought her in for a hug. I couldn't help but think one thing, and one thing only...

'PULL OUT GAME WEAK!'