Fire and Gasoline

Car Goes Fast

I woke up swaddled in blankets, the distinct sound of ceramic tapping against glass. "Angelina, you're going to be late mija!" my mom yelled from the kitchen. I reached out blinding for my phone and checked the time, and realizing what time it was. "¿Quién apagó mi alarma?" I yelled, tying my hair up and running toward my dresser. No one answered, instead, I just hopped into a pair of jeans and a random shirt and ran down the stairs.

   "Hey kid! Nice of you to join us!" My father teased, making me roll my eyes. "if I don't get coffee right now I'm gonna be crabby all day." i muttered, reaching out toward the coffee maker. " Your already crabby." he said outloud. " And there goes my morning."

   I gulped down a whole mug of coffee, raced upstairs to finish getting ready, and stepped into my Adidas. "Bye mija!"My parents yelled as I ran to my car, balancing another cup of coffee in my hands.

    As I stopped at a red light, a blue toyota pulled up beside me. Hot as everloving fuck, and-rumor has it- sex god, infamous "bad boy" at Giraween High School, Calum Hood smirked at me. "Hey gorgeous! Waanna race!" I rolled down my window and yelled, " You're on Gringo!" I watched the street light till it turned green, then floored it. my tires squealed, the wind whipped my dark, heavy hair behind me. i laughed, and turned into the school parking. " I win!" I yelled, whipping my front end into a parking spot.

   " I Win, What do I get Gringo!" I got out of my car and shouted toward the guy that challenged me. "My number and a date!" He yelled back, leaning on his trunk as his friends all got out. "That sounds like a losers win." I crossed my arms defiantly. "That's hurtful, senora." I burst out laughing. " Senorita. I'm not married." i corrected, shaking my head and walking back to my car. I jumped, feeling a hand on my ass and whipping around and smacking his upper arm harshly. " Don"t touch me." I warned, attempting to be menacing, but he only chuckled. " I'm just so attracted to it." I walked back to my car feverishly.

    "HEY KID!" I whipped my head around, screeching when I saw a familiar face. " OH MY GOD HEY!" I ran toward Lyla, suddenly feeling like I havent seen her in for ever. " I missed seeing you all the time." She gushed, and I smiled. " Me too tho." She tossed an arm over my shoulders and we walked to my car.

   "So, I have something to tell you and I don't know how you'll respond." I took a gulp of my coffee, "Tell me before the caffiene kicks in." I replied, standing up straighter. "I like girls, and I also like Michelle."  i jumped. "REALLY?? OH MY GOD THATS ADORABLE!!" I screeched, hugging her tightly. " I wasn't sure how you would take it, your kinda religious." People in the parking lot looked at us weirdly. "My parents are religious, I just believe in bad juju and karma." She laughed at me. " Your sure it's not weird for you?" I shook my head. " Of course not, fuck all that religion shit." We started walking toward the school slowly, talking about our summer.

   " I got grounded from wanting to sleep in on a sunday." I said, one upping her on the Shitty Parent Scale. "You win." We stopped at our first hour of the day, English. "My mother told me I was lazy. " She whispered. My grip tightened on my phone. " My brother called me a sack of potatoes." I replied, pushing open the door.

   "im Mrs. Stevens, id like for you all to-Oh, tweedle De and Tweddle dumb. So happy you mad it before the late mark." She teased, putting down a stack of papers and marking us present. " i tried not to." i tossed back, sliding iinto the last available table with two chairs. "Hello, senora." the same condescending voice from earlier appeared next to me, taking Lyla's seat. " I'm not married, Gringo." I rolled my eyes, giving Mrs. Stevens my best puppy dog eyes, but she didn't see it.  "But your wife material." he said immediately. I groaned and gulped down more coffee. " Listen Gringo, I-"

"Calum."

"What?"

"My name is Calum."

"Nice to meet you Gringo, don't interupt."

"My name is Calum."

" Oh for fuck sake- hi, Calum."

"Thank you."

"Anyways, I dont fuck with people like you. My type is... more educated. Less man-whore. " I patted his shoulder and whipped out my phone. " Just one night." He whispered, dragging his hand up my leg. I rolled my eyes saying " Look, I'm sorry you got beat by a girl, but your not gonna get anywhere with me if your looking to prove your a man." He laughed. " You really think my pride is bruised because of that race? Sweetheart, I let you win. I have a modified engine built from scratch. I let you win." He said gently, moving my hair back slowly. " I scoffed, elbowing him in the ribs and moving my chair over.

   " What? Did I bruise your pride?" He teased, twirling my hair round his finger. " Yes! You can't let me win, that hurts just as much. Prick." I whined, texting Lyla.

   "Sorry princess, lemme make it up to you." I almost threw up in my mouth. " Don't call me that. Stop touching me while your at it, too." I glared at his hand on my thigh. " He smirked. " Rawr." I rolled my eyes, slapping his hand away.
I roll my eyes a lot.
Wonder why.
Pricks.