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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It's been a month since I last talked to Rain or anyone but my crew for that matter. In the short time I've known Rain, he fucked my entire mental up. I was cool wit fucking wit these little boys around the school or whatever and not giving a fuck about them after but his little cute ass come around and just throw all that shit to the dust.
To be honest, that day Jade and I were messing wit him in class, I felt guilty. But I did it to look out for myself, selfish. The way he looked at me while he crying tore me up but I turned on my don't give a fuck attitude so it wouldn't seem like I'm changing to these niggas round here.
And I regret it because he looks happy now that I don't be around him. And I don't like that. And I don't like how it makes me feel either—soft. Cause I don't get like that for no one. Not even family. They part of the reason why I do some of the things I do now but bump it.
Every time I see Rain, I think back to the moment I slapped him like he was some random bitch. I didn't mean to but my anger flew out of my control, it always does. But I want to control it for him. Why, I don't know.
I was walking in the hallways because a nigga didn't want to go to no boring ass math class. Shit aggravating, I can barely do algebra, fuck I look like taking calculus.
I came around the corner to see Rain going into the gym dressed in the tightest shit I've ever seen. Time to be a man and apologize for real and talk it out.
Running into the gym, I looked around to find him heading into the boys locker room. I caught the door as someone was walking out and walked further in to see him putting his stuff in his little locker. I took a look at him before I moved towards him. He had on these nike tights and jacket that fit his figure too good. It made me jealous that other niggas can see his figure like this but I can't be mad at him. He can do whatever he want. But that ass is sitting a little too right that I want to make him cover up.
