Mariah Oneshots

8th Grade Rough [final part]

****Mariah's POV****

"Why would you do that, Mariah?" Whitney asked me, giggling as she did so. I was telling her about how I painted 'pig' in big red paint on the windshield of Mr. Mottola's car, and how much of an adventure it was to try to get it done before lunch hour ended.

"What do you mean? I painted that on his windshield cause that's what he is! Besides, it serves him right for what he said to me in class this morning." I answered her, a smirk on my face.

"What did he say? I mean, you never told me what he did to deserve his beautifully decorated windshield." Whitney said, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she spoke the last few words. Whitney and I didn't take math together, despite us being in the same grade, because she was in honors math while I was in regular math. So, she wasn't there to witness the showdown I'd had with Mr. Mottola that morning.

"He called on me and I told him I didn't know the answer to the problem. And instead of him leaving me alone or even tryna help me, he tried to humiliate me by tell me to solve it on the board in front of everybody! Anyway, I told him to fuck off and them he said you better be glad that you're a beautiful girl, because the only thing you'll be good for as an adult is lying on your back and opening your legs. Then he laughed and said to call him when I turn 17 so that he could 'try me out' for himself." I frowned, mocking his voice when I quoted him.

"Oh my God, Mariah!! He can't say those kind of things about you! That's so inappropriate and....and.....pervy!" Whitney stated, her eyes filled with worry.

"I know that the bastard's a perv! That's why I painted 'pig' on his windshield so that everybody can know what he is!" I said to her.

"That's so messed up, oh my goodness." Whitney mumbled, shaking her head.

"Life's fucked up, sweetheart. What can we do about it?" I shrugged.

"But anyway, enough about that pig! What are you doing tonight?" I continued, forcing a change in subject.

"I've got bible study tonight, but I don't really feel like going." Whitney answered me.

"Huh, that's too bad. I kinda wanted to hang out with you." I said, feeling my cheeks burn as I blushed.

"Really?" Whitney asked, a shy smile on her beautiful face.

"Mhmm. I, uhm....I like hanging out with you." I blushed, turning away to hide my red face from Whitney.

"I like hanging out with you, too, Mariah." she responded, and I felt her take my hand in hers. I turned my head to look at her and smiled, moving our fingers so that they were entwined as we held hands.

"I really li-" I started, but was interrupted by the sound of another voice.

"Well, well, well! Look who's macking it up! Gee, I thought frog-face Jane Rizzoli and Maura the Bore-a Isles were the only two dykes in the class! Guess I was wrong!" the annoying voice said. Whitney and I turned around to see Joseph 'Joey' Grant smirking at us, aka the asshole of the 8th grade class, so I frowned as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" I questioned, watching him walk closer as he continued to laugh.

"You two are over here dyking it up!! I mean, I'm not so shocked about you Mariah but.....Whitney? That's shocking. Such a shame, I was hoping to have a little bit of Whitney's fine chocolate ass one day!" Joey responded. I felt my ears burning with anger as I let go of Whitney's hand and before I could stop it, I found myself tackling Joey to the ground and grabbing him by the collar with my left hand.