Ronnie Cortez knew he was different all of his life, being the son of an Angel and all. But when he meets a boy that challenges his ideals, he is struck when he finds out most of what he knows, couldn't be further from the truth.
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His body shook once while our eyes stared each other down. I could tell I had finally got his guard down. The windows to his inner being told me so.
His hesitance rather, showed me the way to this power he had over me.
In this moment, he could no longer hide from me. I had seen every worry he ever had in one moment -- all until I felt it. His guard quickly peaking back up like a brick wall.
His hand pressed against my chest, stopping me from moving any closer to him. He furrowed his eyes at me and pushed me back gently.
"Guess I don't want you after all." He shrugged, removing his eyes from my view while he chose to look down. I was guessing that was his attempt to hurt the feelings that I don't have.
The bathroom door swung open, revealing Andrea to be behind it.
She looked at me and De'Andre with a confused expression on her face. I had noticed the aroma of alcohol covering her body, yet she looked like she was still able to comprehend actions and words.
"Ronnie?" She was taken aback by my presence, "When did you get here?"
"A few minutes ago." I nodded. Her mind was fried from what I could tell. She appeared coherent, but the alcohol had already reached her brain cells, which gave me a miniature migraine when reading her mind.
"I didn't even -- see you come in." She said, becoming winded through mid-sentence. The alcohol finally snuck up on her.
"I didn't want you to. I just came to see Andre."
"And that's what I've been meaning to ask you," she said as I watched her words start to become annoyingly slurred and poison-laced, " what is so intriguing about this fuck face over here that makes you see right past me?" She said looking up to me as she approached my chest.
I looked at De'Andre as he calmly ignored her by playing with his hair in the mirror. Examining his skin in various ways.
"I would tell you that if I knew the answer myself." I noticed Dre glance at me when I gave my answer.
"Well, let me tell you something," she said, poking my chest with her finger in the same manner that her words slipped out of her mouth: sloppily. "Andre ain't shit and won't ever be shit. He sits in his room all day more than likely playing with himself,"
"Drea, don't start, please." I heard the irritation in his voice as he responded.
"He's no fun. He's been a loner all his life. No achievements, no awards, nothing. Not even for participation." She annoyingly continued. I could see now why Dre was always very quiet around her because what she was saying was nothing compared to what was going on in her head.
