Junior Year - Twists and Turns

Chapter 5: Soft Side

Sunday morning I was up and ready to go to the international convention with Star, Cindy and their mom. The convention was amazing and it was truly a great experience for me to go. After waiting for like and hour to get out of the parking lot we headed back to their house. When we got there I changed from my dress to my jeans and my oversized shirt.

"I'm gonna go drop Andrea off and then I'm going to go talk to Chalo,"

Star was in the living room talking to her mom. Chalo was the bastard who did all that shit to Star and I hated him so much.

Her mom got mad instantly, "Why do you need to go see him?"

"I just want my phone back," Star was getting even more mad too now.

I walked out awkwardly and stood by my phone waiting for it to turn on. They keep bickering back and forth and I see that Chiko wants to meet up, I tell him that I'll meet him around 7. He told me to meet him at the creek because he'd be coming from his job, Taco Bell, on S. Van Dorn st.

As we get into the car I tell Star that she's gonna drop me off behind my building again, she just nods because she's still mad about her mom getting all up in her business. We get to Safeway where her dad and brother work and she trades off cars, since her dad took hers to work. We talk about how her mom does everything to piss her off and how she wishes that her mom would be more laid off about her shit, and I mean I get it because my grandma is the same way.

We get closer to my place and then I told her that I was gonna meet a friend at the creek so she drops me off there. Before she leaves she turns to me and says, "Text me when you're home and PLEASE be careful, I don't want to get in trouble for this and the only reason I'm letting you do this is because I don't want you to end up in my position."

"I know don't worry, this is the last time I'll ask you to do this. I don't need to be getting caught in anything, but thank you," I was really thankful that I could trust her again after she had snitched me out to my family about being in a relationship last year.

I wait at the creek for Chiko and he pops up from behind me and we say hi and everything and we start walking towards his place. We're passing through the townhouses and he sees one of his friends and he crosses the street to go talk to them. He comes back and we continue and he talks about how work was interesting because some girl named Lizbeth recognized him from his songs.

Oh yeah, Chiko's other name is Erick but he's known as Chiko because he's apart of the Rap group widely known as the 703 Goons. Erick isn't his real name, but I ain't gonna put his shit out there either. I personally like their songs so I fuck with it.

When we get to his place we drop off his backpack, my backpack and my purse in his closet. We head to the laundry room and again he locks both door entrances and turns the lights out. He sits across from me and we start talking, I don't remember exactly what we were talking about in the beginning but I do remember him asking, "Why'd you post that picture?"

Fuck. I didn't think he knew that the secret account on instagram was mine, "What picture?"

"You know exactly which picture I'm talking about," he was raising his voice.

I sighed, "Listen you're the only person who knows that's me... I just got mad and irritated at everything and I cut."

He started to scroll through his phone and put on a song, "Listen to this."

The words were everything I was feeling, I related to it so much. He kept playing songs and as they played he talked about his story, his life, who he is, why he is the way he is and this tragic event that he had to go through. Erick knew my story, he knew that I was raped as a little girl and that even now I still live with a perverted bastard who would kill to rape me if he could.

He stops the song and looks at me and says, "I want you to promise me that you won't kill yourself."

I don't say anything because I'm crying, hating everything.

"You remember that kid that died in a car accident in his country a few weeks ago? Chris," he asks.

I nod.

He sighed, "I remember that once I got mad at him for saying something to me in the lunch line and I grabbed him by the shirt and threw him on the floor. That was the only encounter I had with the guy and I wish I hadn't done that. I was supposed to go to the vigil with Nayarit but I couldn't find myself. I even got ready and everything."

I sit back in my chair and wipe the tears.

"I've recieved calls, with people telling me that my friends died of overdose or they commited suicide," he tells me a graphic one and I stay speechless.

I sit up and lean forward.

He sets his phone down and looks me straight in the eyes, "I don't want to get a call or see something posted saying that you're dead."

That surely did it. I got up and went to check my phone, I couldn't bare another second of listening to him say he basically cared for me. I was falling for him and that's exactly the thing I was avoiding in the first place.

He gets up and follows me, "Do you know how to dance?"

"I guess," I turn around to face him.

"No I don't mean like this," he begins to attempt a twerk on me.

I died laughing man.

"I mean like real dancing... like this," he takes my hand and then we're dancing. He's holding my waist and we're just moving around the dark laundry room. We come to a stop where we kiss and he does this big jerk move where he pulls away and then expect me to kiss him back but he fakes it.

I smile and he laughs. He walks to the washing machine and leans against it as he pulls me in we start making out and I get back at him by letting him feel me up, which was turning him on and then I pulled away and walked back to the table we had been sitting at.

He follows behind, "Oh so you want to play it that way."

We start making out again and he tries to feel me up but my pants were being a huge cock blocker and I smile and say, "I wear these pants for that exact reason."

"Unless I take them off of you," he starts going for the button and zipper.

I'm sitting back on the table, this time in the laundry room of his building. He sets the mood, pulls out his condom, and once again I'm getting screwed on the laundry room table.