Romaine

the gang

~yashanique's POV~

I'm tired of everything.

I'm tired of texting,
I'm tired of weeping,
I'm tired of sleeping,
I'm tired of being kind,
I'm tired of being caring,
I'm tired of trying to make people like me.

Yet still, I'm NEVER tired of being me. I don't care anymore if people dislike me.

I'm young and fabulous plus my mother didn't put me on earth to be someone else.

Someone kind, loving, friendly, sensitive, delicate, caring, most of all... Someone NEW.

I am me. And I no longer care what people think of me. I am who I am and who I want to be so if you see me and you're telling me what to do to be lovable, I might just tell you to f*ck off. So beware.

People might think, look at her, how she's ugly and skinny and doesn't this nor doesn't that. But now am sick and tired of pleasing the world, has the world done nothing for me? Hell no!

Everyone I try being nice to starts to move away from me. I tried with romaine and it didn't end well. Like my past is back to bite me in the ass.

In my younger days, I was in a street gang. My mom found out and sent me here in St. Elizabeth where I'm away from my crew. We had a leader. Kevin, we kind of liked each other and kept it a secret from the gang.

We were the kind of gang that stayed on the roadside in dark evenings and scare people who are coming home from church, work and whatever. We were innocent children. Nothing personal but kevin had a knife with him.

Kevin was different. Parents sent him to Jamaica to live with his aunts but they kicked him out because everywhere he goes, he creates a new gang. He was a bit taller than me. American kid with a straight nose, soft pink lips, thick eyebrows, deep blue eyes, red snake tatoo on his neck and a hot bad-boy ego.

I joined his gang because I was like the only kid who stood up for myself.

*flashback*

Its really dark and I'm sure mom will kill me for coming home 7:09 p.m. when school was over at 3:00 p.m. I'm so screwed.

I was walking home swiftly until I hear sounds as of I'm being followed. I turned around to see a greek-god with a painted face like a... Clown?

I punched him in his face as I told him that I hate clowns. He just started staring at me. Weirdly.

How hilarious. I laughed and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Aren't you scared kid?" He asked. Damn... His voice is so damn deep and attractive.

"Who are you calling a kid? I'm 12". I said.

"Well nice to meet you too, 12". He replied sarcastically.

"My name isn't 12, asshole, its Yashanique". I said.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl, yet fiesty". He said, smiling.

"Thanks". I said. "I need to go, I'm really late for home".

"Wait!" He cried trying to catch up to me.

"Hmm?"

"I like you, you're tough, pretty and talkative. Just my type". He said quickly that I almost missed it.

I can't tell if its just the paint or he's really blushing.

I smiled and looked him in his beautiful eyes. "I like you too but-"

"No buts. Just tell me we can can date asap". He said cutting me off.

I was speechless. I tried walking away but to no avail, he gripped my wrist.

"Leave me alone!". I begged.

"I won't, until I'm on top of you and the neighbors know my name". He whispered seductively in my ear.

"What!!" I shrieked, terrified of what he just said.

"I mean us having se-".

"I know what you mean. What I mean is 'What the f*ck!'" I said cutting him off immediately.

"Oh".

"Let me go before I give you a nose job, moron" I said aggressively.

"That sounds pretty good to me. Why don't you just give me one" he said.

I pulled back my free hand as it formed into a fist. I aimed straight for his nose and finally, I'm free.

I took the chance to run and soon got home safe. I made up a believable lie to tell my mom while I ran home.

***next day***

I am on my way to school and when I reach at my fear point I tried to run past there but to no avail. He showed up. With a couple of guys. Wait a minutes, that guy is oddly familiar.

Oh

My

God.

Oh shit! I can't believe its him. No, just a figment if my imagination. I don't wanna see him again. Ever again.

What is he doing here by the way??

"Are you staring at him? Ridiculous". Said that clown in the middle of the group. I hope he enjoyed his nose job cause I'd gladly give him another.

I can't be awake. This is a freaking nightmare!

Why of all people in the world does HE have to be here ??

Guess I'm at the wrong place at the wrong time.