Cold Hearted

•Birdy•

{•Edited•}
~Santi's POV~

"All I'm saying is that he might be messy. He just started," I tell Junior under my breath. His jaw clenches, looking at the field.
     "It's not like we can control Castel. He's the one in charge," he says. I stay quiet, which is something I never am. Him and I both know better than to tell Castel anything when it comes to his decision making.
    "If he fucks up, who has to go there and clean his shit up? Us. You seen Dante's work before, we were running from the cops for two hours." The bell goes off, making him groan loudly, forcing himself off the bench.
     "If you have such a problem with it, take care of him or talk to Castel," he says. "Either one isn't gonna go down good for you." Take care of him. Like the thought hasn't crossed my mind a million fucking times. If I did, Castel would have my head served to him; not because he likes Dante, but because he doesn't like anyone going against him. He's usually more thought out, doesn't make stupid choices, but shit, this man has been going off his damn rockers.
I open the class door and shove Junior in, making him stumble. Mr.Cullen shoots me a glare. Removing my hat, I give him a sarcastic smile, sitting down. He shakes his head, turning back to the board.
"I don't understand why we bother with this place. Not like we have a choice in what we do after we graduate," Junior says, crossing his arms. I've always been good in school and enjoyed it; well...define good. By good I definitely don't mean well behaved; teachers fucking hate me. But they can't kick me out of their classes because my grades are great. Castel might have my head if I go against him, but I'm more worried of what my mother would do to me if I brought home bad grades.
"You can leave anytime you want," I tell him. "You don't serve me any purpose."
"No, but your mother will fucking kill me if I let you get in more trouble," he says. Funny how two people are literally make a kill by killing and selling drugs are scared of a five foot women with a bread roller. She hit him with it once and it scared him for life. He wouldn't last a day with my grandpa, Uncle, whatever the hell he wants to be called; that bread roller is his best friend.
"I haven't got in any trouble for while," I say. His eyes run over to the door.
"I think I know the real reason you stay," he says. I glare. "Because la princesa," he says, gesturing to the door. Looking over, I see Ida walking in with her friend, Eliza.
     "Shut up." They make their way over to their seats in front of us, Eliza turning her chair towards Junior. Neither of them will admit it, but they've had a thing for each other for years; both are just too damn stubborn to admit it. As for Ida, man, I mean it when I say I've never seen someone more beautiful. I'm not sure if it's the fact that she radiates innocence or that she's the complete opposite of me, but it's always been that way.
      "Hey, Ida," Junior says, getting her attention. She turns around, giving a smile that only looks half genuine. Once her eyes find me it fades automatically.
    "Oh come on. I don't get the pleasure of seeing that beautiful smile?" I sound sarcastic, but saying the truth. She turns around, scooting her chair in. I get up, grabbing my bag.
    "Where the hell you going?" Junior asks. I walk around the tables and sit beside Ida. "Never mind." She glances over me, not saying a word. The only time she talks to me is when I get her to her breaking point and she tells me to leave; it's still something.
"You look very cute today," I say. She looks away towards the board. "A thank you would be nice." Nothing. "Fine, be like that, Birdy." She snaps her head in my direction. Now we're getting somewhere.
"Birdy?" She asks.
"Yeah, your middle name is Bird and you're like one," I tell her. Her brows pull together. "Birds are beautiful and they have cute sounds...you have a cute voice." Her face turns pink. I know I won't be getting anything else out of her today, so I stop.
"Thank you."
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    "I just don't see why you can't still live here. At least until you graduate," my mom says. "You're only eighteen. Stay young while you can." I throw my arm over her shoulder, hugging her. She's no stranger to the shit I do and knows she can't do anything to stop it. My dad, well he would be a fucking hypocrite if he said anything.
     "I don't want anything happening to you guys because of me. It's better this way." She sighs, running her hands through her hair. I hate being the cause of her stress, but it's not like I can get out of this situation. "I'm fine on my own."
   "I know you are; I'm just supposed to still be taking care of you," she says. I kiss her temple, taking a deep breath. "You're a good boy; don't get too caught up in this."
    "I can only try."
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                           ~Ida's POV~

      I drop down onto my stomach on my bed, throwing my bag to the ground. My mom chuckles, trying on a pair of my earrings. "Why are you so smiley?" She asks, turning around. I shrug, pressing my lips in a hard line.
     "It's nothing," I say. She crosses her tan arms, tilting her head. "If I tell you, you'll just tell dad and he'll make a big deal out of it." Her eyes widen as she sits down next to me, a while smile on her face.
     "This is about a boy isn't it?" I don't say anything, letting the blush speak for itself. "Tell me about him." Oh god; if I told her the truth about him she would die. No one is a stranger to the South Park gang; some of the members are my age, including Junior and Santiago.
     I've known both since we were in Kindergarten. Santi was a cute kid, always smiling and making other people laugh, but he was also a hell raiser and that hasn't changed. The boy is constantly finding himself in trouble; almost like he looks for it himself.
     My best friend Eliza is Junior's...whatever they are. Unlike me, she isn't the least bit nervous to get close to those guys, I would rather stay far away. But it's not that easy when one of them talks up your ear every day of the week. I'm lucky if I get a break on the weekends because we're not hanging around them.
     It's not even that he's mean, because he's not, he's probably one of the sweetest guys I've ever met, but I can't get involved with him. I wish I could say I'm not drawn in by the idea, his style and good looks, but I am; have been for a long time. I remember in elementary school when he would beat kids up for picking on me I thought he was just some trouble maker, but the older we grew the more attractive he got.  
     My dads a cop. Me snaking my way into that life wouldn't sit well with him. I can't count how many times he's come come saying how much he wishes he could "arrest those dumb cholos" but can't because they weren't doing anything wrong...at the time. I can look, just can't give in to his charm.
     "Fine, don't tell me. But whoever it is is lucky; I've never seen you smitten before," she says. I look down at my white sheets, reading a deep breath. She gets up and makes her way to the door. "Don't forget about dinner tonight with the Robert's."
    "Of course not."

AN: Teaser chapter! This is the second spinoff of my story, Common Criminal. I really recommend that you hi check that out before reading this! I don't know how long this story will be, but I assume it will be long. I also don't know when this story will officially begin, so make sure you're following me to know when the updates start rolling in!
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