Cue: "Todo cambió" by Camila
That was the song that entered my head as I saw him in the flesh. As the lyrics said, "Todo cambió cuando te vi/De blanco y negro a color me convertí" He looked...he provoked a speechless oh-my-god-you're-too-handsome-to-look-at me, my train of thought kept pushing replay. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Oh.
"Who's this chick?" He asked as he turned his head around to glare at Timmy my ten year old brother and Sasha my brother's neighborhood friend.
Oh--chick?! I was no chick.
My mind whiplashed and took the finger off the repeat button. "I'm no chick," I hollered as I stepped forward. "You're--You're a chick!" My clever comeback.
He got into my face, his dirty hands inches away from my sprouting boobs and laughed. His spit rained onto my cheeks as he replied, "Go shit yourself! I'ma Stallion!"
I laughed. How could I not? That was the stupidest name I ever heard.
"What a stupid name!"
"Is not," he countered as his hands, fingers twitching were placed onto my shoulders and he started to pushed downward. It was almost like he wanted to shove me into the ground. The prick.
Didn't he know I was a girl--not a chick--with boobs that were to finally coming in and he wasn't supposed to be acting this way? As if--as if I was a nuisance?! Hypothetically, I could have any guy asking for this, me and here he was with an opportunity and he was wasting it.
"Tresi," Timmy said grabbing my attention. He sidled towards me as Stallion made a ruckus about my name in the background. So what, I countered. It was Teresa and when Timmy was a toddler he couldn't pronounce it so he settled with Tresi and it's been that ever since. Ignoring Stallion's antics I looked at Timmy as he stopped grabbing onto my shirt and very quietly said, "He let the iguana loose."
My skin was already forming goosebumps. Weeks before Uncle Richard had come over and asked if we could take care of his iguana as he was to travel to a different state for a few. I disagreed, that lizard-thing was a sight to see but Timmy took it upon himself to feed it and clean its large home, I thought it was just gross.
"And? What do you want me to do?" I asked Timmy as Stallion stood a little far back pretending not be perching his ears up.
"Help me look for it," Timmy said, his eyes wide pleading-like.
"Why did he let it loose in the first place?!"
And then Stallion wedged himself in and announced, "I'm gonna wrestle with it!"
Timmy and I stared at him like he sprouted another head. He would've still looked cute if he did, I thought.
Timmy lost it. "B-But--I--I j-just wa-wanted to show it to him, 'c-ca-cause it's sooooo coool and, and, and, and," he grabbed the front of his t-shirt and balled it, "ssssince he's new to the nei-neighborhood, I thought he'd like to..." and then he trailed off as he looked up to me to comprehended his blubbering.
I did. It came with years of sibling bonding. Timmy wanted to appear cool in front of this older guy so he brought him over to show off. I totally understood. Heck, if I had the chance I would have probably done something similar. Not just with the weedy scaly iguana that seemed to be watching you from across the room, no way.
"Calm down Timmy," I said as I gathered my hair in a ponytail and rather skillfully thrusted my chest into Stallion's direction. Take that, the powers of an almost-woman! He blinked and stared in the direction of our house. Darnit! "Now, where is it?"
