I continued to sit on the warm concrete, cigarette between my lips as my wild curly hair blew in every direction. The LA heat truly seemed to have gotten worse, seeing as I was only clad in a pair of denim shorts and a hot pink bikini top. The golden necklace that displayed the name Ray, sat upon my chest, glistening in the sun.
"Still thinking about Ray I see." Estee muttered, as she sat down beside me, as we watched the boys skate. I nodded my head, blowing smoke out of my nose. "You need to drop Fuck shit." Estee continued, running her fingers through my hair. "For fucks sake, your even wearing the mans name around your neck!" She exclaimed, touching my necklace.
A chuckle escaped my lips, as I glanced in her direction. "I'm just scared of being hurt E." I finally spoke, after moments of silence between us. "Ray's a good guy Kay. He's not like that piece of shit Olan." She spoke, lighting a cigarette of her own. We continued to sit in silence, basking in the sun, watching the boys do what they do best. Skate.
"Aye Kayla, come in the shop with me real quick." Ray spoke, as he walked past me, and into the back of the shop. Getting up and brushing my bottom off, I proceeded to follow him. "What's up?" I questioned, as we stood face to face, taking in the others appearance.
Before Ray could answer, Fuck-shit came through the door, Estee and Nico hot on his tail. "So what's up bro! You think you can take my bitch!" Fuck shit exclaimed, pushing me out of the way, and getting in Ray's face. "Aye! Don't push my girl bro!" Ray spoke, pushing me behind his frame, so I wouldn't get hurt.
Suddenly Fuck-shit picked up his board, and hit Rays head with it. "What the fuck Olan!" Screamed Estee, as she proceeded to push a fuming Fuck shit away from a bleeding Ray.
"R-Ray, are you okay?" I questioned, taking Rays bleeding face between my small hands. Blood continued to rush down the left side of his face, as he shook his head. Snatching his head from my hands, he proceeded to grab his board. "Where are you going?" I yelled, as I followed him out of the shop, tears starting to pool in my eyes.
"I just need some time alone." Ray muttered quietly, taking off on his board down the LA streets. Blood continuing to pour from the large gash on his face. "Fuck!" I yelled out, taking my head into my hands, as hot tears poured from my eyes.
When was Fuck shit gonna realize, I can't be his toy forever.
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