Senior Year, Biscuits & The Fuentes Family As Told By Nelissa Brown

It's a nice day here. Much to nice for silly, trivial things like biology class. It's Friday sixth period too, that means the gym isn't in use. That means that no one will catch us. B and I skip every Friday you see. No one ever catches us. Our teacher marks us as present, I'm not even sure she knows my name.
But there's more pressing matters at hand. "You poked him in the face?!" B asked gobsmacked.
"Only a little." I sighed.
"I can't believe it. Why did you poke him?"
"I don't know..." I thought for a while. "It got an urge."
"We spoke about your urges though, Nel. It's like when you got attached to that lipstick in Sephora, you had an urge to take it. But it's not allowed, that's why the security guy took you to his office."
"I was desperate!" I exclaimed.
"Let's not talk about it," B said. She's probably right. We got into a little squabble over all that. I'd dropped the lipstick into B's bag when the guy was talking to me. She got pulled in the room too. It wasn't good cop, bad cop. Just lesbian cop. "Okay, so tell me what else happened." B urged.
"We ate some biscuits and I don't think he believed that you threw it. Oh, and he laughed at my book." I said.
"What books that?"
"The one about how you get a guy."
"Well, he should. That's all rubbish." B snorted.
"Is not!" I complained. I don't actually know, I've only read three pages. "Mike said lip gloss is gross. It makes it hard to make out."
"He said that?" B rushed. Then I watched her wipe off the lipgloss from her lips and throw the tube into a nearby bush.
"You're not doing that because of him?" I asked.
"If he thinks it then other guys will too," she rushed. A few people had started to come out of school. I'm guessing classes were over for the day. "Not that I care what any of these boys think here. I mean, just look at them!" she sneered and pointed at a few guys in our grade that were all walking around, bumping into one another with condoms on their heads. "These are boys. I want men."
"Better start looking elsewhere, B." I suggested.
"And these girls fawning over them... It's just pathetic!" she yelled and a few girls glared at her. I'm used to it. Most people glare at B, usually after she's opened her mouth. It's okay, I still love her.
"Where to?" I asked after a while.
"I thought we could go to a strip club, twerk our asses sore and snort a line of cocaine off of some stripper's breasts." B said seriously.
"Ice cream place?" I offered.
"Sounds lovely." she smiled.
We got up and started to walk a few blocks. There was a small ice cream place that a lot of people from school actually avoid. I don't know why. The waitresses all have belly button rings. Maybe that's why. Or maybe it's because of the gun shooting last year. Probably the belly button rings.
We walked into the ice cream place and went to our usual booth. A waitress came over and took our order. I had my usual special complete with chocolate sauce and bacon bits. B had her own ice cream. She brings it in every month. She's Vegan you see. Weird.
Not long after my ice cream arrived. Ice cream makes me happy. A smile spread all over my face and I started to dig in. But in walked something that made me enjoy my bacon bits less. Actually three something's. Mike, Tony and Jaime. I tried to ignore them seeing as they had all gotten me in trouble. But they were walking over.
Mike slid in the booth next to me while Tony and Jaime sat next B on the opposite side. "Hello ladies." Jaime grinned at us.
"How are you?" Mike said.
Be mature. Be mature. "I'm not talking to you." Smooth.
"Why?" Mike frowned deeply.
"You got me in trouble!" I exclaimed.
"You're still on about that?" he rolled his eyes.
"Detention isn't that bad." Tony told me.
"I bet you never had one before you were friends with him."
"Well..." Tony trailed away.
"Is your brother playing The Southside tomorrow night?" Mike suddenly asked.
"Oh yeah, every third Saturday." I said.
My brother, Nicky is in a band. He plays bass and sings. They're pretty shit honestly. But he has a Mohawk so the girls like him and the boys think he's punk rock.
"I haven't seen him since my shift Wednesday." Tony said. Oh, Nicky works in a guitar shop too. His band isn't good enough to. . . you know . . . do the earning money thing.
"When you working again?" Jaime asked him.
"Monday." Tony replied.
"Is it hard?" B asked.
"What?" he frowned.
"Playing the guitar."
"Oh, I don't know," Tony shrugged. "You just have to make your fingers do things they're not used to doing."
"Tony's good with his hands." Mike winked. I rolled my eyes. B made a disgusted face. Jaime shook his head. Tony blushed.
"Well, on Monday I'm dying!" I whined.
"Whys that?" Jaime asked.
"My detention."
"Don't exaggerate," Mike rolled his eyes. "Maybe you could use the time to think of some better insults."
"Fuck nugget. Seriously?" Jaime raised his eyebrows.
"That's weak." Tony added.
"Wow, you guys are like teenage girls." B mocked.
"Just because he told us about the fuck nugget?" Jaime asked.
"He is a fuck nugget." I shrugged.
"But I'm your fuck nugget." Mike winked at me. Stupid fuck nugget.
"You belong to the fucks or breadcrumbs that make the fucks a nugget." I shot back.
"You're weird." Mike replied easily. Thanks.

Notes

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