New Girl
New Girl
Angelo ~
Jake is causing a scene standing behind Ms. Anders. I’m fucking dying laughing. He’s an idiot, I swear I’m going to piss on myself, I’m laughing so fucking hard.
She’s oblivious as hell too. Steady on the phone bent over the desk.
The door opens in walks a platinum blonde with wild curly hair. She’s got tattoos all up her left arm. She stops, looking around the room. Low rise jeans, I can see her belly ring with a chain hooked through it. Septum piercing with stormy grey eyes, heavily painted black.
“Are you Samara Santana?” Anders asks.
“Eva.” She responds in a low voice, but I hear it.
Her bangs hang in her eyes. Wild curling into her face, laying around her shoulders. I can see her hip bones her pants are so low.
The heeled boots she’s wearing click across the floor. She moves through the seats sitting in the back next to me.
“Eva, I’m going to upload your assignments for you. Do you have access to a computer?”
She nods her head not saying a word.
Paige turns around looking at me. “Check out 2006 Brittany Spears, pre breakdown.” She laughs.
I’m not entertaining her shit today. I don’t care how good she sucked me off this morning.
Ignoring her, my eyes wander to the new chick. She looks up, staring at me. Her tits sitting up in her shirt like two healthy scoops of butter pecan ice cream.
“Can I help you?” She asks, voice sexy as fuck.
I smile, licking my lips. “Nice ink. You from Jersey, or just moved here?”
“Just moved here.” She says looking at Paige who’s eyeballing her.
“You lose something over here?” She asks Paige.
“Yeah my soul the minute you walked in.” Paige remarks.
Eva laughs, “That might be true. You know what they say about demons......don’t let them in.” She whispers, smiling at Paige. Her eyes look wicked as fuck.
“Obviously,” Paige snaps.
Staring at the girl, she’s got rings on every finger. Bracelets on both arms.
She snaps a rubber band on her wrist repeatedly. The tattoos on her arm are dope. Black roses with bleeding thorns, a dagger that looks like it’s cutting into her flesh. Clown masks that range from happy to grotesque. Her bicep covered with Medusa’s head. Bruja peeks out from her collarbone.
“You know where I can score?” She whispers leaning over to me.
“I do, 3rd period meet me near the bleachers.” I whisper looking straight down her top. I can see her black and blue lace bra. She’s got some nice full tits.
She leans back in her seat just as the bell rings. Getting up, I look at her as I pick up my shit.
“You can call me Lo.”
“What is Lo short for?” She asks standing up.
“If I tell you, I’d have to kill you.” I whisper.
“Death is my best friend. Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She purrs walking past me. Her ass sitting up in her jeans. I can see a peek of the lace on her panties, they match her bra.
“You’re gross if you dare go for that.” Paige growls.
“I told you I’m a nasty motherfucker.” I smile at her. Fuck Paige and the rest of these fake motherfuckers. I only deal with a select few and that’s because I need to keep a few flunkies around.
The next class is a fucking drag. I take all my notes and shit, I can’t focus with all these people around. I’ll do my work at home like I always do. This is my last year and I can’t fucking wait till it’s over.
By third period I’m ready for a smoke. Walking out the stairwell doors. I see her blonde curls blowing in the wind.
Checking the area, I move toward her, backpack on my shoulder. I knock on the bleachers to get her attention.
She looks up at me. “Took you long enough.” her thick lips curve into a smile.
I nod for her to follow me, taking her to my spot. She’s short enough to walk, my ass is too tall for that shit. I have to bend down the whole fucking way. Slipping through the fence I hold the panel open for her.
“Look at this, need a roommate?” She jokes, looking at my little sanctuary.
“What are you looking for?” I ask looking her up and down.
“What do you got?” she smiles again, man she’s doing something to me.
“You trying to get high or low?”
“High.” She responds quickly.
I open my bag pulling out a 20 of weed, coke, and crystal. “20 each.”
She digs in her bra pulling out 40. She snatches the weed and the coke handing me the cash.
“Be careful with that, it’s pure. Shit burns like a mother fucker.”
“Thanks.” She stuffs the bags in her bra then pulls out a cigarette. “Mind if I smoke before returning to the cell block, boss?” She asks.
“No, go ahead,” I kick over a crate taking a seat.
She pulls out her phone texting rapidly. “Fuck.” She curses inhaling the cigarette smoke.
“You good?”
She looks at me. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“So what brought you to Jersey? Parents decide to up and move?”
She snickers, “What are parents? I got expelled from the inner-city schools in California. My step dad decided I was too much trouble. So, the family needed a change of scenery.”
“Aww, shit. My bad, I didn’t mean to pry.”
She shrugs her shoulders “What is there to do around here?” her grey eyes burning into me.
I look at the trash littered on the ground, fuck she can’t keep looking at me like that. “There’s the skate park, pops, we ride out to the fields on the weekends, camp and shit. There’s a park down on Eastern we usually chill at, get lit. Why what’s up, you want to hang out?”
“Your friends, do they go here?”
“A few, most of them are older. Why, what are you looking for?”
“Anything to get me out of the house.”
I hear voices coming toward the spot. She tosses her cigarette, standing up nervously.
“It’s cool, it’s just Jake and Sloth.”
The panel swings open, Jake pokes his head in. “Yo, who is the new chick. Damn, Lo! You already got her pegged?”
She looks at the guys then turns to me. “Good looking out, I’m gonna head back.”
Sloth holds the panel for her, she walks out leaving me with the two assholes.
“Damn, Bro who is she and how did you get her to follow you here. Why the fuck are you sitting? I would have been fucking her throat.”
I laugh pushing him back. “She’s cool, cut Paige’s ass up in first period.”
Jake twists his lips up. “Bullshit, you’re trying to get up in them guts.”
I grin, “Hey, I don’t discriminate. She’s got some wicked ass ink.”
“You see that pentagram around her neck. You better watch it.” Sloth laughs out.
“She’s got Brujah tatted on her collarbone. Nice little body on her too.” I comment.
“So, basically you got dibs?” Jakes says annoyed.
“Maybe, until I slide up in it, she’s free game.”
“Shit, her eyes are scary is fuck, you ever see a Latina with blonde hair?” Jake asks.
“She Hispanic?” I ask.
“Looks like it to me, if she has Brujah on her then she’s Latina for sure.” Sloth says.
I get up lighting a cigarette. “She’s looking for a party. Should I give her one?” I ask smiling at them.
“Yeah, then pass her to me.” Jake chokes out laughing……
Fourth period is usually reckless. I walk-in seeing Eva in Paige’s seat. She’s staring at her phone, leg crossed foot bouncing.
Taking my seat next to her. I see Paige’s face twist up as she walks in.
“You’re in my seat demon bitch.” Paige snaps.
“I prefer fallen Angel. You sure you want it back? I’ve been masturbating with a crucifix and conjuring up demons.” Eva says with a straight face.
“Out of my seat bitch!” Paige snaps.
“You should play nice, unless you want to make me move.” She says uncrossing her leg.
Paige’s face turns beat red. “Watch your back.” She spits, moving to another seat.
“No need, you touch me your hair will fall out.” Eva calls across the room.
“You’re playing with fire.” I whisper in her ear.
She looks at me. “I am the fire.” Her grey eyes raging behind thick black lashes.
I sit back biting my lip.
“Lo! You’re going to talk to her right in front of me?” Paige yells at me.
Eva looks at me with a smirk. I sigh shaking my head. Every time I fuck her she acts like this. I agreed to take her to the Spring formal, now this bitch thinks we’re married.
“I think your girlfriend is jealous.” Eva whispers leaning toward me.
“She’s psycho.” I mutter.
“You like crazy bitches?” She asks, her voice laced with amusement.
“I guess so.” I grumble, irritated already.
Kevin Lucas strolls in like he runs shit. He catches sight of Eva, making another kid move so he can sit next to her.
She’s not even his type.
“New girl, what’s your name?” He asks loudly.
She looks at him. “Eva. Who are you?”
He grins leaning forward. “Who am I? Kevin, but Everyone calls me Lucas.”
She looks at him letting out a snort “Is that mandatory?”
“You can call me Kevin, after all you’ll be screaming my name later.” He grins.
She leans over in his face. “I hope that 4play involves a butcher knife and me bathing in your blood.” She licks her lips seductively. I can’t hold back my laughter, roaring loudly I hold my stomach.
Lucas looks at me pissed. “Fuck off, Salvadori!” He barks.
I’m still laughing. “Fuck like me, Lucas and keep your bitches in line.”
Paige snaps her head at me. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
I shrug smiling at Lucas. He knows what it is.
“Let me guess you ran through this one too?” He spits at me.
“Oh honey, there’s no running through this. My victims like to slide in and stay for a while.......Besides not all blondes are made easy you know.” That sneaky smiles creeps across her perfect mouth.
“Keep talking shit, I’ll fuck you up! Somebody better tell her.” Paige yells.
“Barbie, I’ve been waiting since first period. That threat is getting old. You should act on it if you want people to take your illiterate ass seriously.”
“Fuck you, whore.” Paige stands up.
“That’s typically what whores do, fuck. Tell me, how many dicks have you fucked in this room? I bet I can count two at least. I prefer the term Slut. I fuck for fun, not money.....whore.”
Paige jumps across the desk. “Get up bitch, hit me!”
Eva laughs at her, “That’s not how you start a fight, Skipper.”
“Get your ass up and fight me! You’re a fucking coward, you talk all that shit and can’t back it up.”
Eva continues to laugh. “You don’t want to fight me. You want an audience.”
“Bear witness, this bitch is scared! Fucking pussy, get the fuck out of my seat and away from my man, slut.”
“Move me away from your man. Take your seat, boss bitch.”
“I swear to god I’m about to fuck you up.” Paige growls.
Eva pretends to look at her watch. “You’re ABOUT 5 hours late.”
I’m enjoying this shit, surprised Paige hasn’t snatched her up.
“Ms. Turner take a seat.” The teacher says coming in the room.
The bell rings, Paige grabs her shit walking out.
The day moves a little faster. Eva is in Damn near all my classes. She’s amusing as fuck.
When the last bell rings, signaling it’s time to go home. Eva is up on her feet. She’s shorter, that when I notice she’s wearing some black vans instead of the heels from earlier.
Walking to my locker I catch sight of the top of her head. All her shit is gone, hands free. She’s like 4ft11, barely.
She’s marching straight for Paige who’s running her mouth. Eva slows reading the situation.
“There she is, raggedy bitch.” Paige barks laughing.
I slide up to my locker watching the new girl.
Paige turns back to her, “what? You here to apologize? Your scary ass- “
Eva swings punching Paige with a stiff right, following up with a left, then another right. Paige goes down, dizzy as fuck. Her eyes rolling in her head like fucking Cookie Monster.
“Word of advice, you want to fight, swing first, talk shit later. Enjoy your audience bitch.” She punches her again, Paige’s head snaps back, her nose and mouth gushing blood. Eva takes off down the hall way in a sprint.
“BRO!!! You see that shit?” Jake asks pounding me in the back.
“Yeah, I’m right here.”
“She did a number on your girl. Somebody help her up!” Jake yells.
I grab my backpack heading for the exit.
Mounting my bike I see Eva at the bus stop. Starting the engine, I pull up to the shelter.
“Need a ride?” I call out to her.
She looks up from her phone. Her face panicked. “ugh..” she stalls.
“I won’t bite, unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
She gets up throwing her bag across her body. I take off my helmet handing it to her as she gets on securing the strap under her chin. As soon as her arms wrap my waist I take off.
After 3 miles she taps my left thigh. I get in the turning lane following her directions.
2 more miles, she taps for a right. I follow her directions until she taps my stomach. Pulling over I look up at the Sunoco gas station.
“You live here?” I ask.
She gets off the bike. “Thanks, I just knew the cops were going to come.”
“Paige won’t snitch, she’ll get you back.”
She shrugs, “She can try. I’m already 5 steps ahead of her.”
“Where do you live?” I ask looking around.
“Here is cool, the bus is coming.” She lights a cigarette.
“I can take you home, it’s not an issue.”
“I live an hour away.”
I chuckle, “what Westfield?”
“North Caldwell.”
My eyebrows raise, “Wow, you lucked out.”
She looks at me, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
“Shit, that’s where the moneys at. Seriously, come on I’ll take you home.”
She hesitates, “You sure?”
“Yeah, come on.” I plop the helmet back on her head.
She fastens it, I snatch the cigarette from her mouth putting it in mine.
“Thank you, Lo.” She whispers wrapping her arms around me.
She holds me tight giving me directions. Traffic isn’t bad surprisingly, I make it in 45 minutes.
I pull up to a big ass house with windows you can see right inside. No curtains, Ma would die.
She gets off handing me the helmet. “Thanks again.” Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes this time.
“No problem, I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” She says in a weak tone.
I back out of her long ass driveway, looking up at the house. The door opens as she approaches the door, a man stands in the door saying something. His hand on her back, she turns over her shoulder looking at me.
What was that look on her face?
