this vida loca.

.chapter 10

school was lame. like seriously lame. i literally only had 4 classes. kqe onda kon eso. iwalked off campus everyday at 1.15 just to head home. the only fun class was 4th block. but thas' just cuz me la paso walking around campus. that got me to know bout its places. . rest of the classes are boring. yeah still iput attention to the subjects. pero neta. the damn teachers just babysit.

it was friday. just after 7.

the people. well there were just those from schoool. igot along kon todos. kinda kinda. still iwasnt the welll known of the school. iwas still a bystander to half the school. to most of the school. but thas' a good thing. idont need the attentions and distractions. eso milagro kqe ihavent gotten into problems. porque serio shit kqe loopz was started to get to me. and thats cuz I never took shit from anyone.

as always iwas sitting out in the roof. it seemed to be my favorite place to be at. the only place a person wouldn't bother me. except for that one time. iwas on the phone hablando kon modesto.

"your house seems hell'a empty without you there. kmo extraño dormir en tu cama. ugh. baby. cuando vas a regresar?"

modesto just kept saying everything to make me go through. ismiled just thinking bout what it'd be like if iwere really back home. would ihave taken modesto seriously ?? or just play him by the game.

"deja mi bed en paz. imiss it tmmbien. its like im cheating on my queen kon un King" ijoked. "ey. how bout iget payaso to let you come next week. . just for whats a week. im sure kqe nada pasara. ademas sirve a kqe la tia te mire"

idid miss him.

"nambre. dejar mi land ?. pa'kqe kieres" he laughef . "nambe . mejor you come back home. everyone misses you. consuegra aint got anyone to chill with kqe shes all with black. thas' looww. shit hasta casanovas been awitadiio".

going back. y luego en relación kon modesto. iknow casanova wouldnt of wanted to see mee. he probably wouldve been upset. hella upset.

"does casanova still hang kon el grupo?" le pregunte. irested my chin onn my arm and just watched myself wiggle my toes.

"yeah. he ain't speak as.much as before but hes there" modesto answered.

"baby. todavia te duermes en solo tus shirts y ropa interior. ?" he added ilaughed. at how he thought about that.

"duuuhh. es mi signature clothes. comfty. pero it get cold here en la noche. like right now ando en techo. my butt feels fresh" I laughed.

iwas as always in a white tee and some bootyshorts. yeah its basically underwear.

"hey!" ijumped back ilost my balance y istarted sliding down. the techo. and the scratchy teja got my leg. iheld on to the phone.

ifelt someone grab me. shit iwas thankfull for that. but damn iscraped my thigh. all ifelt was the burn.

iturned to see who had grabbed me and it was lil felon. he was hanging halfway por la ventana.

"fuqking asshole!" ilet out as ipunched his shoulder.

"c'mere" he picked me uhp bridal style. and somehow took me into the room. through the short window. iwas just staring at him. pissed off about my thigh. even more pissed off becase he scared me. then iheard a distant sound. iforgotten kqe iwas on the phone kon modesto. isearched for my phone and placed it baack to my face.

"can icall you later ?" ispoke into the phone as ikept my eyes on felon.

"who you with ?. akien le gritastes?" preguntaba. fuqk. iwasnt gonna lie. but what if he gets mad. naw he shouldnt get mad. why am I tripping its not like were fo'realsz right ??.