On My Block Fanfic: Oceans for miles

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Candice jogged down the bleachers briskly as Oscar had approached. There was nothing she wanted to say at that moment. She ran down to the gate near the field and squeezed herself between two guys. It was hot out, sweat dropped down her forehead and the back of her shirt began to cling to her but the coach was hotter. The coach went on a small rampage on the sideline as his line up sadly walked over to the bench. Their heads down, cursing, some trying to make it back onto the field.
"22 put in #22!" A woman yelled. She was a pretty black woman, slender, with brown hair. She reminds me of someone...22 is Jamal and he hasn't been in the game yet. Is that his mom? Candice raised her hand up to shield her face as she peered up. The woman and the man next to her both had 22 written on their cheeks in bold red paint.
"Yeah, put in number 22!" Candice yelled clapping and Jamal shot her a death glare. She threw her thumbs up, as if to say good luck, and watched him run onto the field. The heat seemed to intensify. Jamal hesitantly stood waiting until another player pushed him to the other side. The quarter back hiked the ball and threw it warily. As if in slow motion Jamal turned around just in time to catch it.
"Go Jamal!" Candice yelled jumping up and down. Suddenly, she felt hands sneak into her back pockets and cuff her ass. Startled, she turned around and shoved the person away. The guy, who pulled the gun out on her, stood behind her with a smile. His eyes were glossy, and red. Obviously high.
"Don't ever touch me again!" She shouted. People around them began looking. The guy chuckled to himself slightly.
"Or what...what are you going to do about it?" Candice brought her hand back and slapped him so hard the sound echoed over the cheers for Jamal's touch down. He staggered back and messaged the side of his cheek.
"Oh bitch I hit back," he swung fast punching Candice hard enough for her to fall to the ground.
"Aye, man what the fuck?"
"You don't hit a girl!"
"Are you alright?"
Candice's face pounded as if her heart was in the side of her face. She could feel the tenderness of her cheek beginning to bruise. All the thoughts of the time Craig hit her flooded back into her memory. As she looked up he was being pushed back by three heavyset black guys.
"I ain't finished with you bitch!" The guy yelled while being dragged out of the stadium. She spat out the mucus coated in blood. She half expected Oscar to be beating the guy up or at least there to help her but no. He was nowhere to be found.

The next day Candice found herself putting concealer and foundation on in the mirror. Her brown eyes were glossy and her hair, that's normally kinky, had been flat ironed. She dabbed the dark sienna foundation around her cheeks, forehead, and chin. She rubbed it in wincing at the throbbing pain. This year doesn't even feel real. She thought to herself. Normally, she was an A-B student but now, as far as progress reports are concerned, she was failing two class and had three C's in the other classes. She put the foundation down and admired her work.
"Candice you up?" Her mom asked from behind her bedroom door. Candice rolled her eyes and opened it. Her mom smiled pitifully and walked in. She looked around as she hadn't seen her daughters room ever.
"You painted your walls again?" Her mom asked faked surprised. Candice sat down on her bed carefully watching her mother's moves.
"What's wrong what do you want?" She asked harshly but she meant to say it in a less hostile way. Her mom smiled.
"Latrelle is getting out today!" She said happily. Candice blinked and got up to grab her  School bag. Her mom grabbed her arm gently. Candice turned around.
"What?" She asked.
"You wanna skip today? We could have our girls day...how does that sound?" Candice couldn't fight back the smile that snaked across her face.