Latanya came in the next afternoon with new hoop earrings.
"Where'd you get those?" Deion asks in disgust.
"Don't give me that 'tude! I got them from Frank's Jewelry. They were on sale!" Latanya sings.
"They were on sale!" Deion mocks.
"Listen here you little brat-" Latanya gets cut off.
"Latanya! Hey, baby." Deion's father slurs.
Latanya walks up to him with a smile. Don't do it. Latanya kisses his father and one kiss soon turns into a big make-out session. They did it.
With a look of disgust and a roll of the eyes, Deion walks out of the house and into the streets. Anything is better than there.
He refused to bother Quincy, so he walks all the way towards the closest fast-food restaurant and plops himself down in a booth after ordering twenty-piece chicken nuggets and a chocolate shake.
"Here's your meal, sir." The waitress said with a wink. On his tray was a piece of paper with a number written on it. Deion looked up and the waitress winked at him again from the cash register. He smiled at her but balled up the paper and threw it on the floor.
Maybe it was rude, but he really doesn't appreciate being flirted with by strangers.
He heard chuckles from behind him. He looked back to see four boys wearing baseball caps and basketball jerseys laughing at him. His head hung in shame.
"What a nigger." He heard the behind him.
He hugged himself, feeling ashamed that he was acting so defeated and weak. Footsteps approached him.
"Hey, monkey boy!" One boy said.
"Oh, is monkey boy shy?" Another boy mocked. "You fucking nigger!" He shouted. Deion's head finally shot up. He got up from his chair and held his head high.
"Call me that again and your ass will be in a sewer dead," Deion said sharply.
The boys all grew silent. "Don't... Don't attack me! He's a thug! He's a thug!" The boy shouted.
"Oh, are the cracker boys scared?" Deion shot back. He felt shame sinking to their level. At the same time, he felt an adrenaline rush and an incredible amount of anger telling him to not care.
"You boys better go, now!" The waitress from before demanded. All of them began to leave, including Deion, but he was stopped. "Hey, not you." The waitress said with a smile.
"I really outta be going," Deion said nervously.
"I just wanted to say I thought you were attractive and wanted to go out sometime... If that's alright."
"I'm sorry, I already decided to go out with someone else," Deion said, remembering Maria.
"Nigger." The waitress said softly before walking away. Deion sighed, grabbed his food, and left the restaurant quietly.
Walking down the street, he was called. "Hey!" A voice shouted. "Where you going, nigger boy?"
He looked back and saw the four boys from the restaurant. One of them pushed Deion back, causing his food and shake to spill all over the concrete below.
"Back off," Deion warned.
"Ooh, nigger boy wants to fight." The boys giggled before the boy right in front of him pulled back and punched Deion right in the mouth. "That's what you get for humiliating me in there, monkey boy." He kicked him in this leg, Deion fell. Then he kicked him right in the nuts. Deion responded with a groan and a fall to the ground. "Now you can't have any nigger babies to fuck up America." The boy said with a smirk and winked at Deion before hitting him in the same spot again. Deion whimpered in pain and watched the boys walk away cackling in the distance.
After a couple of minutes, Deion just sat there in silence and immense pain. "Deion?" A familiar voice asked.
Deion looked up. "Aarav?"
"First of all, don't fucking call me Aarav, and secondly, what the hell are you doing laying on the ground?" Aarav asked.
"Nothing..." Deion lied, "Just let me be, ok?"
"Not until you tell me why you look constipated and laying on the dirty concrete." Aarav demanded.
Deion groaned, "Can't you mind your business?"
"Woah, I thought I was the asshole here. Turns out it's just you."
"Not the time, Reddy," Deion warned.
Much to Deion's surprise, Aarav took a seat beside him.
"Be honest, man, did you get beat up?" Aarav asks.
"What difference does it make?"
Aarav chuckles, "You did get beaten up, didn't you?"
"It's not fucking funny," Deion growls.
Aarav continues to chuckle, "Yes it is! Oh my god, big mighty Deion gets jumped."
Without thinking, Deion raises his fist and punches Aarav in the arm.
"Ow! You bitch! You'll be beaten worse!" Aarav shouted and began to get up. He raised his fists but remained still.
"Do it then," Deion suggests. All Aarav did was stand there, fists raised, anger on. Yet, when he finally moved, his punch felt more like a gust of wind to Deion. This time, Deion chuckled. "You're a football player and you punch like a kitten."
"I do not!" Aarav blushed.
Deion chuckled harder. "Big mighty Aarav is blushing!"
"I am not!" Aarav blushed harder.
Deion stopped to look at Aarav. Even though he wouldn't admit it, he found the heavy red covering Aarav's cheeks to be delightful.
"What are you looking at, asshole?!" Aarav shouted.
Deion snorted, "You know, you seem big and bad but you're just a sheep in wolf's clothing." Deion gave him a grin and Aarav's cheeks reddened even more. If it was even possible to make it worse.
"Shut up!" Aarav demanded.
"Fine," Deion said, turning around to ignore Aarav.
"You're such a dick!" Aarav shouted, "You think you're so much better than everyone else! I'm just as strong as you! Actually, I'm more strong! I'm better than you in every way! You're nothing but a-"
"I know, Reddy. Just shut up and leave me alone." Deion said.
The place they sat went silent while the rest of the city raged loud and proud like always. Finally, Deion heard footsteps going further and further away until finally, no more.
He looked up, making sure the coast was clear, before struggling to get up and limping back home.