Page 6 of Romeo
“Oh, fuck me,” Keven groans, scrubbing his face.
“Yeah, well, I don’t regret it because it was going to happen sooner or later. It’s not like we don’t mess around,” I say, leaning down to kiss him.
Of fuckingcourse, he kisses me because he loves to kiss me.
Kevin pulls me close to him, and he gives me what I want.
What we want.
Two days later.
I walked out of my last English class. I love it because I love to write. My journal is full of poems. I turn the corner in a hurry toget to the gym. I need to get ready for the Volleyball game. It’s a home game, thank God.
“Cherry,” Bill yells, running up to me.
“Hey, what’s up,” I ask, turning up my lips.
The guy is okay in a cute, shy way. I look at the red creep up his neck, spreading through his face. He flips his head, tossing his hair out of his eyes.
“Cherry, I . . . . um . . . .I want to invite you to the Junior’s Prom,” Bill says, raising his brows.
“Oh Bill, that’s so sweet, but I don’t know if I can go.”
“Uh, okay. I hope you can; let me know,” Bill says, tossing his head again.
“Yeah, right. I will let you know. I need to get going; I have a game,” I say, nodding.
“Right. Talk later,” Bill says, taking a step to the side.
“Later.”
I’m going to be late, so I start running to get ready for the game.
The volleyball comes straight at me, and I hit it over the net; the blonde bitch hits it, and I jump and slam it.
“You touched the net,” Blondie yells, waving her arms.
“Seriously, you’re lying. I did not touch the net. I slammed the ball, and you’re too slow to hit it,” I yell, bopping my head.
“You’re just a slutty MC girl! All you do is cheat,” Blondie yells, flushed face and bright eyes.
“Girls! Rose, Cherrie, you need to stop,” Coach Adams yells, walking over to us.
Then Rose runs under the net and punches my face twice, knocking my head back, and blood splatters on me. I move my hand to tap a finger on my lip.
“Fuck!”
“Cherry, watch your mouth and go to the nurse,” Coach Adams yells, blowing her whistle.
I glare at Rose, and look at her good. She’s going to get her ass kicked, I don’t know when, but she’s on my shit list. Stupid bitch thinks that her shit doesn’t stink. She knows who I am, but I don’t fucking know a damn thing about her, but I’m going to find out.
“Rose White, you earned yourself a red card; go to the bench, you’re disqualified,” Coach Lee, the Central High School coach, grabs Rose’s arm, staring at her.
Rose White, humm. She’s more like Rose thorn; yeah, she has fucking has thorns.
Oh yeah, she’s pissed off.
“Cherry,” Kevin yells, running over to me.
