The guy down the street

Chapter 20: Don't let them take me!

I got up at 5:45 to get ready for school but more importantly maintain that bruise. It's been there for a day. It was mainly where his knuckles hit me on my cheek bone. I grabbed some concealer, covered it up, then blended to look natural. I usually don't wear that kind of makeup because I have a really good complexion and I don't like wearing it because I'm bad at it, but I'm really good at eye makeup.

I picked out some Hollister dark blue skinny jeans and some black vans to go with my black and white Marilyn Monroe shirt. I really admire Marilyn Monroe. She had stretch marks, touching thighs, and a little belly, and was still labeled the most beautiful girl in the world. I really admire that because it shows even big girls are beautiful.

I still had my hair to do and it was 6:30. As bad as I wanted to wear a messy bun, I couldn't. Neither could I wear a pony tail or anything that had to do with my hair being up, I had to wear it down. Don't get me wrong, I love my hair its fricken long, thick, and dark brown with natural highlights, but it's hard to maintain. I decided to curl it.

After preparation for school, I walked downstairs and the smell of pancakes hit me in my face. But not just any ordinary pancakes, double dosed chocolate chip pancakes that only one person I know, knew how to make. Cristina (cristi) Ramos, our housekeeper. She's back from New Mexico, She's been gone a year and I've missed her so much. She was wearing black jeans and a blue shirt. He hair was charcoal brown and came down to her mid back. Her eyes were hazel and always shown bright. She was about 26.

"CRISTIIIIII" I squealed and started dramatically running.

"NIKKKYYYYY" She squealed back and her too started running at me dramatically . When we met in the middle of the kitchen we embraced eachother in lung breaking hugs.

When we released I spoke. "When the fu-." She gave me an 'I'm-gonna-throw-a-chancla-at-you-if-you-say-that-look.' "Uh I mean when did you get back?"

"Mhmm thats right mija watch your words. Last night, I came up to surprise you after Gabbi dropped me off and went with her boyfriend, which btw her boyfriend is one hot tamale" I laughed at that and started eating my pancake. "anyway you and that boy were in bed so I didn't want to disturb you since it was the first guy over that wasn't that asshole dickhead Jacob boy."

"What boy was sleeping with me? And why didn't you stop it?"

"I don't know but he was hella cute, and his arms were around you and you were all snuggled up against him. It was so cute"

"I didn't go to sleep with a boy!"

"Well he was In bed with you with his arms around you. He looks like the sweet one that you always talk about." I squinted my eyes and looked at her. "You know, the guy down the street. The one In your grade? The one you used to always talk about and plan your life toge-"

"Cristi, I know who your talking about, it's Dimitri" I said taking another bite out of my pancake. "Me and Dimitri dated while you were In New Mexico, but we broke up because he cheated on me."

"Uh uh. Oh no he didn't. Did you kick him in his jalapeño"

"No"

"Throw a chancla?"

"No" I laughed at that.

"Pinche negra de tu rechinada madre !!! Perra debería ir sharkeshia en ti" she waited about 10 seconds before she spoke again "what did you do then?"

"I slapped him then ended it. He still try's to talk to me and get back together but-"

"Did you rock the bed with him?"

I hesitated to answer. "Maybe, just a little" I was either gonna get a shoe thrown at me or the broom which is in her reaching distance, I decided I better leave. "Oh! would you look at the time, I guess I better go" I said carrying the plate to the sink and literally striding to the door.