Heart Hope (Flaritza) [A petite novel by M$]

Inner Fights [Chapter 7]

Hello readers! This will be my premiere" chapter since I stopped writing. I am exited for your reaction, because It's gonna get real interesting. If you don't remember what happened last, for those who read my previous chapters last summer already, just go back and read them, because time is all we got, right ;) .
Besides that, I wish everyone a good summer and let's start it with a good Flaritza read.
Love,
M$

Maritza's POV:

After Chapman and Vause had left Spanish Harlem, Flaca practically stormed out of our bunk in bathroom direction. I felt sick. Sick because of that disgusting wink Chapman gave Vause after seeing me and Flaca together, sick because of that damn Cafeteria food that hasn't been any better since the riot, sick because Flaca didn't say anything regarding to what just happened and instead went to the bathroom directly after as if I was disgusting and she didn't enjoy it ,at all, and finally: sick because I did. I did enjoy it, and that was the problem. Now I was just sitting here, thinking what was wrong with me for thinking about my best friend like that and feeling unbelievably sad. Sad for myself. I wasn't even horny anymore, that's how sad I was. And promise me, Flaca grabbing your boobs and laying on top of you does definitely have it's effect on you. But all of that was gone, and at this point I didn't even try to deny it to myself: I was attracted to Flaca, and I would like to make out with her right now and grab her back and boobs and waist and maybe let her fuck m- Oh god what was I thinking? I mean yes I accepted being attracted to her, but I still couldn't think of her like that. It just wasn't fair. Let's make a rule here, for myself obviously:
Thinking about her body is okay, as long it is just admiring her beauty. Thinking of what she and I could do with this admired body, not okay.
Ok, that's a start. But where is Flaca? Is she seriously still at the bathroom? Was I that bad? I didn't even smell bad, i even showered. That's not fair. I am not going to feel sad for myself now, I did nothing wrong, right? I did what we had to do, so Flaca has no reason to be pissed. I mean she doesn't know how much I enjoyed it. So as far as she knows I don't feel shit.
I am going to search for her now.
I walked through Spanish Harlem and in the Hallway Ruiz stormed by and looked at me with a winning and kind of testing expression. I thought and smart as I am i knew exactly what was going on: She for sure wanted to see if I felt weird so I would fight with Flaca and we'd stop being friends and she fulfilled that "task" fit whoever the fuck she owed it to. She couldn't realise that I knew though, so I looked at her with a neutral face and just said in a happy voice: "What's up chica?" She looked at me confused and didn't say anything and just stormed off angrily. I felt like she was up to something so I followed her secretly, always minimum 20 steps behind her. And I was right, she went to the cafeteria where some people were still eating dinner, mostly the old ladies, and of course: someone special had their shift: My favorite (chrm chrm, irony) CO Johansson. His hair looked especially sleek today. I ran into the kitchen area where Gloria looked at me with an asking expression because of the hurry I was in. "Everything fine mamí?" I just nodded and smiled, so that she wouldn't think anything funny and would just keep on working. Meanwhile Ruiz pushed Johansson and whisper shouted so that I was still able to hear even from a certain distance: "It didn't fucking work idiot!"
"First of all back off, I am the guard, and coming with that in charge here. Don't try to push me again! And second of all: What?! How do you know it didn't? Did you see them, did I miss them 'doing it'? " he said with a now dreamingly and annoyed facial expression. Ew I thought, what a pervert. I focused my ears at the conversation again, where Ruiz just said: " Stop that idiot, and don't pretend to be the though one here, you stick with two legs. I could destroy you in a heartbeat. So, it didn't work, so think again puto!" She slowed down her voice for the last three words, and the next thing I saw was her pushing him, again, and running off. I was stunned, and angry at the same time. I mean, why the frick would she want to do this to me, to us?! I needed to tell Flaca as soon as possible, so I ran straight to the bathroom. I went inside and said: "Flaca! Flaca you can't believe what I just he-"
"Shit, fuck fuck fuck." Flaca cursed loudly as I entered our stall (the one we always used) and saw her sitting on a closed toilet seat with her hand in her pants. " Can I not
have privacy for ONCE Maritza?! Is that too much to ask for?!" Flaca screamed and closed the door in my face. I just stood there feeling numb. Flaca just screamed at me, she hadn't done that in so long.
But, did she...did I just catch her....masturbate?!

Thanks for reading! Here a picture of CO Johansson, so you can imagine his greasy, sleek hair (no offense to the boy in the pic):

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Love,
M$