Different Now (Sergio Ramos) **SLOW UPDATES**

background story pt. one

High school.

Everyone looks forward to see it fly by. The parties you'll go to, the friends you'll get, the guys you'll fuck. The time where you're supposed to try to find yourself, but if you really want to fit in, you have to,

a.) get high or do some drug b.) be a whore c.) be pretty d.) not be a loser. So you basically screw your life up. I didn't exactly screw mine up, I just ruined high school for myself.

During high school, Sergio and I were pretty official at the time.

He would be a sweetheart all the time, sending me gifts, taking me out, blah.

But he was too sweet, and kind. I know for a fact not one person in the world, can be so nice.

Everyone has their boiling point, where they can't be nice. And I wasn't stupid, because it was really random. Random being, he wasn't this nice.

He was a cocky son of a bitch before we even became an "item." And he never treated girls with respect, just fucked a new one every night, and then he was onto the next. So if he was trying to fool anyone, it wasn't going to be me.

That thought bothered me so much, that I couldn't hold it in anymore. It happened one night, on our usual chinese cuisine date.

I asked him, being as straight forward as I could,

"Do you just want ass?"

He looks up from his plate, "What?"

I repeated, "Do you just want ass? Like just have sex with me and never speak to me again?" I just stare into his brown eyes. How milky.

He is the one to get. A lot of girls just wanted him to tap them.

I was the one to get too. But guys wanted an actual relationship with me.

Do you see where this is headed? But everyone never thought WE would get each other.

He was the player, and I was the sweetheart.

Sergio sighed, "Jesus, I'm not.

Is that all you think about since I asked you out? All that's all on your mind? Because if it is, then let's get it over with."

I looked at him and got up. "I wouldn't like to fuck with a sex crazed boy like you. That is all YOU ever think. Yo-you just want to get in my pants. Sergio, you could've just said that. Instead of making me fall for you and waste my time."

He sighed and yelled, "It wasn't my intention to ask you out.! My friends told me to, then get into your pants...But I swear! After I started feeling things for you, their plan faded away!" His neck veins' popped out.

"Oh sure. Tell me another lie, please. I've heard plenty. Don't bother talking to me anymore. Because this is over, and done with." I yelled back, then walked out into the lot.

"Marina! Please! We can work this out!" He yelled behind me.

Suddenly, some people were yelling things at him, such as:

"COULD YOU SHUT UP?"

"Yea dude, go home."

"Jesus, that kids annoying."

I respect those strangers, because I was thinking the same thing.

"Please! Marina! You know me! I wou-"

I turn around to cut him off, and say,

"You say you wouldn't, but you already did, Sergio."

And I didn't look back. Just kept walking. We didn't speak or see each other for the next week.

Or the week after that. Until Cynthia, a close friend of mine, invited me to the mall with her boyfriend.

Sergio and I were in the same group of kids, like "popular". So every time I hung out with my friends, one of them would bring him along. And it sucked.

"So I was like, no." Cynthia laughs.

I laugh as well.

I can feel eyes on me. I look around, watching people pass by, and saw Davi.

Then some dirty blonde with him.

Milky brown eyes, tattoos, six feet.

Oh wait.

That's Sergio.

{Sergio's POV}

Davi and I were walking towards Cynthia and her friend. I usually know whose she's with, so I try to recognize them before reaching the table in the food court.

Long, brown, wavy locks. her dirty white Converse, her high cheekbones, and her love handles.

It could only be Marina.

"Davi, I can't go with you, I'll meet you later." I run off, not wanting to see her.

I knew I broke her heart, telling her how at first, I only wanted her for sex. But she broke mine, not trusting me. The rest of the day, I spent at home. Well, home wasn't very "home."

Never felt home. Just like a free hotel, but with free cigarettes, food, a place to stay, oh and who could forget? Vodka.

My dad was out cold from drinking, and left all his bottles out.

It smelled horrible, but I just needed to forget about her. I need to move on.

I pop off one of the tops of the beer bottle, hearing my dads' friends cheering something down in the basement.

By the end of the night, I chugged almost all of my dads' cabinet full of tequila and beer and vodka. It wasn't a satisfying taste that weed or hookah usually gives you. It soothed my feelings, but burned my throat.

I did this every night for the rest of Junior Year (Grade 11)

August 6th - Summer of Senior year.

I woke up on the couch, only to see empty shot glasses, beer bottles, and vodka all over me and the floor. I was still drunk, but could still come to my senses.

My dad yelled from the kitchen, "SERGIO! THE PHONES AVAILABL-L-L-E!" He stuttered, almost falling over the broken, dirty kitchen tiles.

I didn't mean to, but that night, I called Marina. I chugged one more beer as the phone rang.

Just in case.

"Hello! Marina speaking! She says, sweetness in her soft voice.

"You.." I whispered.

"Haha, excuse me?" Sweetness went away, bringing seriousness in her voice.

"You heartless bitch.. thinking you could just leave me for another fucker..."

She sighs. "Sergio?"

I start crying. "I really loved you... but.. *gulp* you left me.."

"I have left you, but I haven't 'left you for another fucker', and I don't plan on a relationship right now. Other than that, what do you want?" She says, seeming annoyed by my drunk ass.

"You." I say, trying my best not to slur.

"What?" She seems puzzled.

"I want you, in my arms. Again." She clears her throat, and then breaks me once again.  

"Not happening." A click is heard.

And after that, I don't hear a thing.

DIAL TONE

to be continued.