Page 26 of Romeo
“No worries, you focus on your classes.”
“Right.”
A black Dodge Charger speeds into the parking lot, passing really close to us. I hold onto Romeo tighter.
“Motherfuckers,” Romeo hisses, lowering his eyelids.
“Baby, calm the fuck down. I don’t want you fighting here at school.”
“That fucker almost hit us!”
“That’s what it looks like but it could be just that they’re in a hurry. I love you; I need to go.”
“Right. I’ll be here to pick you up. I don’t like that you get out late from class.”
“I’m almost done with the training, so calm down.”
“Fuck, be careful. My gut is never wrong,” Romeo growls, clenching his jaw.
My cell phone beeps; it’s time to get to class. I need to set alarms because I always get distracted. I don’t want to be late; I want to be the best Phlebotomy Tech.
“Will do; I need to go to class.”
I give him a quick kiss and pull away, turning up my lips. I turn around, and I know that he’s looking at my ass.
Romeo turns on his bike, which roars to life. He revs his bike before pulling out. I walk across the parking lot, and I hear a car door slam.
I keep walking, thinking of the quiz. I slide my cell phone into my bag.
“I knew that you were a biker whore!”
My heart stops and pounds fast, and I look around to see who the fuck has the balls to yell that at me.
I’m going to kick their ass.
Then I see her with her hands on her waist, raising her brow, Rose. That fucking bitch, and I can’t kill her right now, not here.
I walk towards her and stop close enough for her to hear me. I turn up my lips and tilt my head.
“You stupid bitch, be happy that I can’t kick your ass here, but I will soon.”
“Fuck you! I’m here when you’re ready. I wonder when you will have the balls,” Rose hums, bopping her head.
“Don’t worry, Rosie thorn, I have the balls, and I will break you.”
I toss my hair, pivot, and take long strides to get to class. I can’t let her distract me from my goals. I need to do well in class and pass the test. I want to get a job at the hospital.
Yeah, she’s just a little gnat, flying around me. I can and I will kick her ass. I’ll show her who I am.
“Yeah, bitch, run,” Rose screeches.
I raise my arm, and right hand middle finger, waving it in the air.
Stupid bitch makes my blood boil; she makes me so damn furious.
Fuck, finally, class is over.
I feel so tired; I want to sleep. I grab my bag and slide my tablet inside. I love my tablet. I write my poems, take notes for class, read, and do all sorts of other stuff on it.
