Futile Resistance

One Shot

Man, Demetria really put her foot into Solo, though!! I was listening to Caught Up by the good sis Jessica Sanchez nonstop until I had listened to Solo and was beyond hooked so Solo took Caught Up's place, not that Caught Up doesn't still slap. Man, but my dumbass really wasn't keeping close track of Jessica like I should've like that's really my boo. I'm tryna remember what made me stop watching her for such a long while but I'm drawing a blank... Oh well, I'm just glad to finally be back into my sis. I really appreciate her, though because Asians hate us negroes practically almost as much as white folks so going through her likes and seeing tweets about police brutality and even that one recent tweet about how nigga and "straight white male" are nowhere near close to being the same thing in regards to the both of them being slurs makes me really happy. I'm so excited for her new music. But anyways, to all tuning into this fic, I hope y'all enjoy it.:) Feedback of any kind is very much appreciated.:)

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Uma stared at Carlos's peaceful face from her spot against the wall, envious that he was able to find sleep so easily tonight. She glared down at the carpeted floor. She was such a fuckin idiot for breaking into his and Mal Crony #2's dorm. She should just leave and pretend like she never got out of bed in the middle of night and let her feet take her directly to Carlos's room before lazily, yet effortlessly picking the lock. She was "good" now or whatever and "good" people didn't break into other's rooms.

A quiet moan is what made Uma lift her eyes back up to Carlos's attractive face, the rebellious girl watching his eyes flutter open. She smirked in amusement when he let out a surprised yelped, clutching his chest as he stared at her with confused, fatigued eyes.

"U-Uma?" Carlos whispered, sitting up. The white haired teen pushed the warm blankets aside, his legs now dangling over his bed as he stared quizzically at his lovely acquaintance. "What in the world are you doing in here? Please don't tell me you picked the lock."

Uma pushed herself off the wall, smirking mischievously at Carlos. "Do you want the truth or a lie?"

Carlos sighed, shaking his head. "We're good now, Uma. So we can't just go around picking locks anymore."

Uma rolled her eyes, bringing a hand up to her hip. "Yeah, yeah."

Carlos smiled at her as if to say "What am I going to do with you?" She wasn't looking at him, Carlos watching her small hand fall from her hip before she crossed her arms around her torso.

"I know I'm gorgeous, pup but that doesn't make it okay to stare so hard," Uma quipped jokingly.

Pup? Hm, well, he definitely highly preferred it over "nerd", that's for sure. Carlos tilted his head at her. There was a certain vulnerability in the way she had her arms crossed. If Carlos didn't know any better, he'd say she was practically hugging herself right now. His heart couldn't help pricking in sympathy for her. The kind boy said gently, "Are you okay, Uma?"

Uma chuckled, looking back at Carlos. "Of course I'm okay, nerd. Why wouldn't I be?"

He suspected she was trying to come off confident but at the moment, her attempt was falling very flat. "Well, you're here in Jay and I's dorm talking to me, for starters and you don't exactly like me very much."

Uma raised an eyebrow at the intelligent boy. "And who the hell said I didn't like you, pup?"

Carlos cursed himself for getting flustered, finding it harder to maintain eye contact with the headstrong beauty.