A Spaniard boy by the name of Rain comes to the city of New York where he finds someone who impacts his life for better and for worse. While he changes mentally and physically, he strives to rise above the conflict that comes his way heavily. He fin...
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I stood there looking at Messiah—or Kione, whatever his name was. He grinned a little making me shy away and look at my papa, him explaining he'll be going back to Madrid to take care of "business" with my mother, don't know what that means. He'll be gone for about three days and I'll be staying with a friend he has here in New York. Papa left for the airport as Messiah and I just sat quietly.
"W-what are you doing here?", I walked to the closet in the hallway to get my things before seeing as he held up his keys.
"Tryna see if you wanna let me drive you to school, cool?", I tilted my head at his sudden niceness.
He is a little bipolar like what Key said. I wonder what's his next mood. But it wouldn't hurt to just catch a ride to school, it should be fine.
I nodded my head before we walked outside to his very nice Cadillac Escalade. We got in as he started down the road, soon playing music from his phone.
Spanish music—that he then explained had no taste to it, couldn't 'step' to black people music, and proceeded to mock the words of the song.
"I bet you listen to some shit like this," he glanced at me before laughing. Laughing at something I didn't find funny neither.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?", his laughing died down. I guess he was taken aback by my language but I meant what I said and I'm not playing about it either.
"Fuck wrong wit you, got an attitude now?", his face was full of anger as he pulled over.
"And if I do, were you tryna mock me or something and insult my culture?"
"Listen nigga, it was just a fucking joke so sit to lil ass back before you get popped in ya shit," he put his finger in his face. And this is where one of my little spurs of confidence happened to burst out of me.
"Pop my shit then! It's a not a fucking joke when you make fun of the music I listen to because it doesn't have any 'taste' you're looking for. But then again, I can tell your taste is fucked all the way up judging by the bitches you choose. That big forehead having ass bitch had the nerve to say some shit about me and call me out my name. You and her need to get your eyes checked cause I'm not the one to play with and neither is my family. You're such an asshole, you bipolar ass nigga! Learn to pick an emotion before you speak on some shit you don't know. And good riddance with yo pussy ass," I got out the car and slammed his door because I was just that mad. I'll fucking walk to school or take a cab.
I began my walk as I saw a cab up ahead that I then hailed and got into. Once I got in, I calmed down my breathing and just realized what I did.
It was later in the day when I walked into my fifth period lunch and saw Key along with other strangers at a table. He waved me over with frantic hands and I sat with my head down. This whole day I've been hit with glares, shoves, and slams of locker from Messiah and his friends. I just wanted this day to be over with already.
"Rain, these are my best friends and your new ones– Noeline, Deina, and Malana."
I waved at them as I recognized Noeline already and we got into a conversation. They were currently talking about some guys on the basketball team that were messing around in the gym this morning with some guys. There's a rumor going around they ran a train on them...whatever that is.
I just sat there listening before I felt a cold liquid being poured on my head traveling into my clothes. I gasped as I shivered at the chunky milk that covered my clothes. I guess this is just what I get for insulting Messiah.
Everyone at the table looked at me and glared at the person who stood behind me. I felt someone hover near my ear, "Here's a gift from Kione fag...stay away from my nigga," Tears littered out my eyes as I shut them tightly as I heard loud chattering and laughter around me.
I got up abruptly as I rushed out the lunchroom but not before hearing Deina and Lina getting into it with Jade. I hurried down the hallway sniffling as I heard people continue to snicker at my ruined clothes. I stormed into the bathroom rushing towards the sink where I roughly scrubbed at my skin trying to wash off the milk and curdles. I began to choke on my tears and I looked at my clothes in the mirror.
I did this to myself, all to myself. If I just left Kione or Messiah, or whatever his name was alone I wouldn't be embarrassed like this. I brung this on myself. I'm the reason for me getting into situations like this...me. I should've listened to Key when he said to leave him. I wiped my tears before going into a stall to just sit on the toilet. I don't want to get bullied even more for walking back into that lunchroom. I'll just wait till next period starts.
After a few minutes, I heard the door open and I got scared so I just lifted my knees to my chest. I heard some whispering before a lock turned making my heartbeat fasten. I saw three pairs of feet from in front of my stall and closed my eyes in fear of getting hurt.
"Did you take care of what was supposed to be done last week?", an unfamiliar voice said.
"....no."
I heard some laughing before a few grunts were let out by someone. It sounded like they were fighting. I wanted to do something but.....I–I can't.
"Pussy ass bitch...you'll learn tho. Bet that up," that sounded like Messiah.
There was some coughing noises as I saw blood start to splatter on the ground. I covered my mouth before I could let out a whimper as a tear trailed down my face. Messiah is...I can't be around him.
The lock from the bathroom door clicked again before I heard feet stomping out before the room fell in silence again. I put my feet down as I opened my stall up a bit. I saw a guy holding his stomach as he sat against the wall and I rushed out towards him as he looked up with wide eyes trying to speak but ending up coughing up more blood. I panicked and just helped him up to wash his mouth out—barely, I'm small and he's like 50 pounds more than me.
I helped wash his mouth out as he leaned against me before I grabbed a paper towel putting it towards his mouth as he cupped my hand holding it.
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(Rakeem Copeland)
"Are you okay, d-do I need to get some—"
"NO...no I'm fine."
I nodded my head as we looked at each other.
"Rakeem."
"Rain."
Well, this is not how I imagined my second day of school going...but it looks a little better now.
