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Twenty-four.

Jada

On Friday morning, I stormed into school and looked around the halls. I knew one thing; I wasn't letting this situation about Isamariá slide.

Once I spotted Andreson by his locker, I rushed up towards him, grabbing him by his Polo shirt and slamming him against the lockers.

"Woah," His eyes widened.

"Listen here, punk." I started, "I know what you did to Isamariá. You need to let her go because if you don't, I'll hurt you."

"Listen, I don't know what the hell you're talking about." He said. "I've been looking for her all day yesterday, this morning, and I'm going to look for her after school."

"Yeah, right." I scoffed. "You're a damn liar. Don't make me hurt you."

"Am I supposed to be scared or something?" He laughed.

"You better be."

"That's funny." He smiled. "Clearly, you don't know who I am."

"I do, you're a racist bastard who probably kidnapped Isamariá." I snarled.

"I'm going to let you think what you want to, sweetheart." He smirked. "If anything, you should be the number one suspect."

"Me?" I scoffed. "Boy, please. Isa is my best friend."

"Oh really?" He asked. "She told me about all the times you ignored her calls. I even talked to her the day that she went missing."

"You're trying to say that I'm a bad friend or something?"

"Let's not forget, I was the one which got her out of jail, not you." He pointed at me. "And, when I got a hold of moms phone records, she called you that morning. Let me guess, she tried to tell you what happened but you didn't believe her?"

"That was only because I was mad at her." I growled.

"Well, now she is missing." He slammed his locker shut. "If you ask me, you're not a very good friend. Matter of fact, you're not even a friend."

He walked off and left me in the hallway. When he put it that way, it made me feel even more bad about it.

"I can't believe I used to like him." I whispered to myself as I walked off.

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Andree

I couldn't believe Jada was accusing me of having to do with Isamariá's disappearance. All of a sudden she wants to start caring about Isamariá, now? Just two seconds ago, she didn't give a shit about her. I bet If Isa wasn't missing, Jada still wouldn't give a shit.

Anyways, I made my way to class, trying to clear my head out. I was already mad, and I didn't want to end up shooting my teacher if she said something to me.

On the way there, I felt a hand touch mines. I turned to see Rebecca standing there.

"Can I help you with something?" I snarled.

"Isa is here." She said. "She wants to talk to you."

"Really?" I smiled.

"Yeah," She gestured for me to follow her. "She's in the bathroom."

I knitted my eyebrows together and followed her. We walked around the corner and into the bathroom. I walked in, and she closed the door.

"Where is she at?" I asked.

She chuckled and walked towards me. "She's not here, silly." She smiled. "I just wanted to be alone with you.."

I shot her an evil look, and tried to walk out, but she grabbed me and pushed me onto the wall. Then, she smashed her lips onto mines.

I'm not going to lie, I was a little turned on. Matter of fact, to the point where I kissed back. I could literally heard the sound of our lips smacking.

"I really like you, Andree." She whispered on my lips, then kissed me again.

I grabbed her by her waist and we continued to kiss. That was, until the bell rang. I let go of her and took a breath. She looked at me and smiled.

"You're a good kisser."

"Uh, thanks." I chuckled.

"Catch you later."

She left me in the bathroom and I shook my head. Why the hell did I do that?

I soon left the bathroom after getting myself together, and I made my way to class.

***

After school, I got inside of my car, and to my surprise Rebecca was sitting in the back seat.

"What are you doing in my car?" I asked.

"Waiting for you." She winked as she got into the passenger seat.

"Okay?"

"So.... Tonight you want to go to the Parking lot?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Why not?"

"Good." She said as she rubbed my leg. "I'll see you tonight, then."

She winked at me then got out of the car. I shook my head and pulled off.

That reminds me, I need to get my license, by the way.

Anyways, I made my way home. When I got there, moms was home. She said pops had a meeting in Staten Island and would be gone for the weekend. I don't even know why she told me that because I could care less.

I made my way upstairs and took a shower. Afterwards, I put on a white tee shirt, my black Varsity jacket, baggy jeans and some sneakers. I pulled my hair back in a pony tail, grabbed my keys and left my room.

"Where are you going?" Moms asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"Out." I said as I walked past her.

I left the house, got it my car and drove off.

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Isamariá

Lola came downstairs, opened the door and yanked me up by my shirt.

"I'm the only one in the house for right now." She snarled. "So, you know that drill."

She dropped me on the floor and walked back upstairs. I tried to stand up, but I was so weak I could barely move.

So, I crawled. I tried my hardest to crawl from the end of the hall all the way to the steps. I haven't eaten in five days, so that why I was weak.

It took me a while, but I made it. I took my breath then began crawling up the stairs.

"Hurry up!" Lola shouted.

I tried to crawl up the stairs faster. After about a good ten minutes, I finally got upstairs. Lola was already standing there waiting. She kicked the bucket over to me, and threw the toothbrush.

"Can I at least get some water?" I asked.

"You better drink that bucket water." She rolled her eyes as she walked off. "And, don't take years. You better be done before my son gets home."

I grabbed the toothbrush and tried to put it in the bucket, but I couldn't reach the top of the bucket. I ended up tipping the bucket over, and all the water got all over my clothes and my hair, and my face.

"What did you do now?" Lola snarled as she walked into the entrance area.

I sighed and layed my head down on the floor.

"Ugh, you're such an idiot!" She barked at me. "Just like your ancestors. You wonder why we have you working in the fields. Clean this up."

"How? I can barely move." I groaned.

"Get the mop and clean it up." She said.

"I can barely move." I said. "What do you want me to do?"

"You know what?" She picked me up by my shirt and dragged me back downstairs. Then, she threw me back in the small space. "You're not any help at all, so, I'll clean it up myself."

She walked off and left me there to die, again.