Jewel I (In the beginning)

Chapter 8

        I couldn't believe what had just went down. Why would Mane set me up? Why would they jump me? So many questions ran through my head.

        I looked around and I noticed that I was laying down on a broken table. People were standing around starring at me. I closed my eyes then and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes there was a hand right in front of my face.

       The mystery girl stood above me with her hand extended out to help me up. I took the offer and grabbed her hand.

        As I stood up in front of her, I examined her face and the way she was dressed.

        She wore a blue Hollister shirt, some black skinny jeans and some blue vans. Her natural jet black hair was pulled back in a curly pony tail and her edges were geled down. She wore one giant hopped earrings

and her lips were half way shined from the lip gloss that was getting smacked off of them. She was dark skinned and she wasn't skinny but she wasn't fat. She was about the same height as me, maybe two inches taller.

        She noticed how I didn't say anything and how I was trying to figure out who she was. I didn't even notice that I was starring at her.

        I finally finished up with my thoughts. I straighten myself up before speaking. "Why did you help me?" I asked the girl, confused.

        "It was three against one." She answered.

        "You didn't have to do that. I'm Jewel."

        "I'm Trina but I go by Ciroc. It's very nice yo meet you. I just walked in for some breakfast and I saw them beating on you and no one was helping."

        I took her words in. She was right. No one was helping me and all them people were in there.

         "Yeah forget all yall!" I yelled to the people standing around in the café.

        "We need to get out of here. The police are on there way and I don't wanna go to jail. I won't be able to get out." I complained.

        Ciroc had forgotten all about the police being on their way. She grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the door.

        "That's my red car."she said, pointing to the red Jeep cherokee that sat in the front of the parking lot.

        We both ran to the car and hopped in. She quickly Crunk up the car and sped off.  No words were spoken for a minute. it was nothing but the sound of her car running over rocks and little holes in the road.

        "So where do you need to be?" Ciroc asked, killing the silence.

        It took me a while to answer. I couldn't think of any place to go. I didn't want to go back home and I didn't know of any other place. I sat silent, undecided.

        "Well I guess you can roll with me today. We can get to know each other. I have to slide by my house first."

        I still didn't say anything. I was lost of words. All these events had happened this weekend and the only thing good that came my way was Ciroc when she helped me fight.

        I was lost in a daze, thinking about all that I have been through. Ciroc was just looking at me. I could tell that she knew that I had been going through Alot more than just that fight.

        "I think that's good." I said, finally getting out of my daze.

        We road for about ten more minutes before we pulled up to ClearRain Village apartments. There were Alot of kids running around playing in the street and rolling around on the ground. I hardly saw any parents.