The Saint & The Sinner

CHAPTER 2

DeAngelo

     I was amazed that Amari did that. She actually stood up for herself. Hmmm might have to keep picking on her to bring out her bad side. Despite the fact she tried to kill me, she's cool people. I never spoke to her before, a little hi and that's about it. I'm really not the type of person she would consider a "friend". In her world I'm a sinner and because she's a saint we obviously can't be friends. It's bad for her reputation, but for her to want nothing to do with sinners, she does have one sinful ass bestfriend.

     "Aye foo. I'm outta here ight. I see shawty ova there." I told Kai. Kai now that's my right hand man, my brother.
     "Ight foo." I dapped him and walked over to Melina. She my little bad Dominican I mess with from time to time. No relationship type shit, but our friendship tight.
     "Wassup shawty?" I hugged her and kissed her cheek.
     "Hey Papi. What you up to ?" She licked her lips and eyed me up and down.
     "Shit I just came to check on you, you feel me ?" She laughed and I let out a slight chuckle along with her.
     "Yea okay. What you got goin on after school ? You know I ain't seen you over break. I missed you. All of you." She whispered in my eye. She know all the right shit to say.
     "Yea. Shit I ain't none but kickin' it. You tryna come through?" I asked. I grabbed her hand and spun her around to take a look at what I was workin' with.
     "Yeah but I'ma stop at my house first." I nodded.
     "That's coo. Just use my number when you fenna pull up."
     "Alright. Why your shirt dirty Papi?" She asked showing me the dirt smudge.
     "That one girl that go here almost ran a nigga ova, but I jumped out the way. The car must of did this though." She scrunched her eyebrows.
     "What girl?" I laughed.
     "That little saint, but don't trip shawty I'm coo." I smiled flashing my pearly Colgate whites at her.
     "Alright." She kissed my neck then my lips. She back up and waved as I walked away from her.

     Classes went by hella fast today, surprisingly I ain't get kicked out. I'ma class clown, I'm rude, disrespectful, you name it. It ain't on purpose, it's just how I was raised. My pops was a man who always got his way and when shit didn't go his way, he made it go his way. When people gotta outta hand he put them in they place, and he neva let people run over him. My pops was my idol and I learned from him and did everything he did. He's the most hated, I'm the most hated, he's got all the ladies, I got all the ladies, he was heavy in the streets, it's only right for me to be heavy in the streets and represent. I'm DeAngelo's son and I'm here to carry on his name and legacy. 

Amari

During second period, I could help but notice how Melina eyes were just burning a hole through the side of my face, and whenever I glanced at her, she rolled her eyes. I shrugged it off, and kept spent the rest of second period completing my work. Class was dismissed, and I gathered my textbooks, and headed for my locker. I entered my combination to my lock and open my locker, only for it to be slammed shut. I jumped to the loud slam of my locker being forced shut. Melina was staring me down, tapping her long manicured nails on the frame of my blue locker.
     "Can I help you ?" I asked not really knowing why she was right her.
     "Yes you can, by staying away from my papi DeAngelo. He told me you tried to hurt him. You hurt him, I hurt you." I laughed.
     "Tell your papi DeAngelo to stop acting like what's between a woman's legs, and people won't try to harm him. Now before you entered my personal space, I was doing something." She nodded smirking.
     "This isn't over." I smiled and gave her a thumbs up.
     I let out a deep breath, and shook my head annoyed. You have females do your dirty work instead of being man enough and handling it yourself. Ha, sounds like a DeAngelo move. A soft fluffy pillow hiding behind a hard shell. I reopened my locker and placed my belongings in there. It was lunch time, and thank God we actually have real food here. We just have to pay a lot for the freakin' food. I usually meet up with Malaysia by the girls restrooms, so I decided to call her and tell her to meet me by the lunch tables. I wanted to get french fries today, and she agreed. On my way into the lunch area, I spotted DeAngelo and his crew sitting in the far back of the cafeteria. Large clouds of smoke filled the air as they laughed it through it all. Were they not worried about getting caught, or did no one care. I could help but to just stare at him. His light skin, nice curly mixed hair, his facial hair, and his nicely structured face. He looked over at me, catching me in my gaze. As hard as I tried to turn my head I just couldn't.
     "Mani!" Malaysia squealed jumping on me. I snapped out of my gaze and turned my undivided attention to her.
     "Hey." I said blankly with a unsure smile.
     "Hey?" She asked.
     "Sorry. You want some fries, because I want some fries?"
     "You are so weird you know? Come on." I laughed looking back to where DeAngelo was, but he wasn't there. I pushed the loose strands of hair behind my ear, and followed behind Malaysia. Did he get up and leave because he caught me staring at him? God I hope not !