Naya pov
We got to the dance and Bernardo and Anita where dancing and Maria was off somewhere. I was waiting by the punch and snack table bored out of my mind. I was excited to go, but everyone was here with a partner.... All but me.
Then a guy, a Jet it would seem walks over to me. "What are you doing here alone?" He asks.
"My sister was forcing me to go, but she walked off and my brother is dancing with his girl." I explain.
"My friends forced me to go as well. I'm Tucker, but my friends call me Ice." The blonde guy says.
"I'm Naya. Its nice to meet you Tucker." I say he shakes my hand and then kisses the top of it.
"Call me Ice, Naya." Ice says with a smile
"Then call me Nay." I say to him smiling as well.
"Alright then, Nay."
"Okay then Ice."
"Naya get away from that American!" Bernardo snaps.
"Why do you care Brother? Go back to making out with Anita!" I sass.
"Go. Now." Beronardo says grabibg my wrist in a very tight grip.
"Nardo, your hurting me!" I say in pain. Ice then walks over and stands next to me.
"Did you hear a word she said? Your hurting her, so let. her. go." Ice growls.
He lossens his grip on my wrist and I excape from his grip. My wrist red and a bruise will most likely show by tomorrow. I walk off but as I pass Ice i say softly with a gentle smile "I hope I will see you soon."
"I'll find someway to see you again. I promise you that. Goodnight Naya." Ice says to me.
I grin, "Buentas noches Ice" I tell him and walk out a smile still evident on my face. What I didn't know was he was smiling slightly as well.
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A Jet's Love (West Side Story)
FanfictionWhat if Bernardo has another little sister. Twin of Maria. They look and act nothing alike. Naya, the crazy, wild, sarcastic, twin. And Maria the goodie-to-shoes, and sweet twin. Complete opposites. The only thing they have in common is, both are in...
