mattias pov*
"mattia svegliati! you're already late!"
ugh.
"going mama!"
my mom loves waking me up in the morning. i think it's the only thing she looks foward in the morning.
buzz. buzz. buzz.
kairis calling me.
i pick up the phone and alejandro on the other side.
"dude..." alejandro says.
"what up?" i ask.
"where the fuck are you? it's already second period!"
"i know i know, woke up late...relax."
"well hurry mattia, you have our science project and just a reminder...DUE TODAY! we will both drop down to a C- if you don't come."
"i'm going!"
i hang up the phone and finish putting on my shoes.
"get in the car ttia!"
my mom said closing my bedroom door behind her.
fuck i hadn't even done my hair. fuck it.
i pick up my backpack and make my way out.
priscillas pov*
"hm? i'm sorry what did you say?" i ask.
"you heard me...you're a little bitch hoeing around."
"what the fuck?"
"ain't that right hun."
what the fuck. this girl thinks she can just come up to me saying all these thing that aren't even true like the fuck.
"go fuck yourself."
"look i don't know who you are but i-." i get cut off.
cynthia slaps me.
oh no she did no just do that.
i get up from my desk and slap cynthia, cynthia pulling me to the ground.
"how does that feel huh?" cynthia asks.
she was pulling my hair, hurting my scalp.
i manage to reach a pair of scissors from my desk from when we were working on our science project. i cut a piece of her hair off.
snip. snip.
cynthia sees the scissors in my hand, her hair on the floor and drops me.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" cynthia says.
"LADIES STOP NOW! I WONT TELL YOU AGAIN!"
the teacher quickly coming towards cynthia and i with a frown.
"OFFICE NOW!"
the whole class was looking. cynthia had no reason to fight me and she came up to my desk making all these things up spitting her words at my face.
i walk to the office...slouching, my scalp hurting.
cynthia was headed towards the restrooms, she was crying...for what? me cutting her hair? i sho-.
"priscilla hazell?" one of the well known office ladies ask.
"yea."
"go to the principles office, if the doors closed sit down and wait."
i turn around and hear the door open behind me, it's cynthia.
i walk into the principles office and sit down.
her eyes search me, looking at me.
"hmm yes so what happened?"
"nothing really."
"so then why would you be in my office for "not" fighting?" she asks.
"mrs.ortiz the only proble-."
the door opened and cynthia was being brought by staff.
"here ya go." staff no. 1 said.
he shuts e door behind him, mrs ortíz lo king eyes with cynthia.
"sit."
cynthia sits down, putting her hands over her face crying.
"proceed." says mrs ortíz looks at me.
"the only problem here is cynthia. SHE LITERALLY CAME UP TO ME TALKING SHIT SAYING ALL THESE THINGS THAT WERENT EVEN TRUE!"
"and that gave you the excuse to slap her?"
"she slapped me first." i mumble.
"repeat that again please."
"i said SHE slapped me FIRST."
"uh huh ok."
"she slapped me and i slapped her back and i-."
"and you FUCKING CUT MY HAIR!" cynthia yells at me.
"maybe if you hadn't fucking slapped me none of THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED! BUT YOUR LITTLE SELFISH SELF CANT KEEP NOTHING TO YOUR FUCKING SELF TO SAVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE CAN YOU?!"
mattias pov*
i'm in the office. the usual, always late having to come in and get a late slip. except today...someone's yelling in the office.
"LADIES CALM DOWN!"
i look down at my slip then try to listen i'm more before the office lady tells me to go.
another fight maybe? not surprising.
the hallways are empty, alone. it feels weird. i open my classroom door and everyone had their eyes on me.
"mr. polibio please take a seat." mr.frank says.
i slowly walk over next to alejandros desk taking a seat.
ale leans in.
"dude finally you're here. did you hear about the fight that went on in room 4. it's all over instagram."
"i was in the office and heard mrs. ortiz yelling."
"really? what was she saying?"
"i didn't hear much."
"priscilla cut cynthias hair. like a chunk of it."
"wait who and who?"
"priscilla and cynthia." ale repeats.
"CYNTHIA?" i say out loud.
"mattia quite down!" mr. frank says, hushing me.
"sorry."
"dude yeah...i know. it's fucking cynthia. the video is wild."
"wow. you got it?"
"hell yeah i do."
ale takes out his phone showing me a video of priscilla on the ground cynthia in top of her and priscilla grabbing scissors and cutting cynthias hair.
oh my fucking gosh.
"that's fucking wild." i say turning my head towards the front of the class.
priscillas pov*
"mija...y qué más?"
"ma she slapped me so i slapped her that's it."
"they called me and they said you cut her hair. is that true."
im in big huge jumbo trouble.
"si."
"que voy a ser contigo."
"i did what pa taught me. what you want me to just sit there and take it all in?"
"you're right but cutting her hair? you shouldn't have."
"i'm sorry ma."
"for? you shouldn't be telling me sorry."
"bye mamá."
"mija..."
"yes?"
"i love you and be careful. and do what you have to do. and make sure it's the right thing."
i put the phone down and look up at cynthia and pass her the phone to make her call.
"sorry. and here's the phone." i say.
she gives me a dirty look.
i walk out with a yellow slip, excusing me from missing 2 and 3 period.
it's going to be awkward walking into class.
mattias pov*
it's passing period, we have three minutes to get to each class which to me seems bullshit like three minutes is literally nothing.
"did cynthia go back to class?" kairi asks.
"mh i don't know? didn't pay attention."
"how could you not you have your eyes on her all the time." roshaun adds.
"not like before...before what happened."
"sure." alvaro says.
"shut up i'm serious. i really don't want to talk about her."
"anyways..." alejandro adds, pausing.
"...i think priscilla messed her up pretty bad." ale finishes.
"priscilla as in priscilla hazell?!" alvaro asks, his jaw dropping.
"yup. didnt you see the video?" ale asks.
"yeah but the quality was shitty and all but no way...she's like a quiet kid and all..." alvaro says.
"not anymore." roshaun says.
"who is this girl? priscilla doesn't ring a bell."
"she's a cutie." kairi says blushing.
"kairi my mans you get it." roshaun says.
kairi pushes roshaun.
"aye chill."
"we got priscilla in our history class. she sits right next to adam...he boyfriend." kairi says.
"still don't know."
the bell rings and everybody goes to their classes.
priscilla being the last to enter.
