Oswaldo’s P.O.V

I have two more hours before I have to start at my new school. It’s bad enough that I have to start at another new school, but having to start in the middle of the school year is just down right evil. I blame my parents. They thought sending me to the worse public school they could find, would make me be grateful to them and appreciate them more.

If they would just take the time to get to know me a little, maybe then I would appreciate them more. However, right now all I wanted to do is turn 18 and get my own place. I have enough money from what my grandparents left me. I’m their only grandchild after all. And the day I turn 18 I will be a good few millions richer.

I’d like to see my parents tell me what to do then. My dad was upset when my grandparent’s Will was read and every penny was left to me. The only thing they gave him was the house he was born in.

My father and his father never got along. My grandfather was upset when my dad married my mother. He used to always call her the gold-digger. When I was younger I didn’t understand why he did it, but as I got older I started to see my mother for who she really is. A cold hearted, gold-digger. She don’t care about me, her only concern is not having control over my inheritance.

I have three more weeks on till my 18 birthday, then I’m free.

I look at the time, one more hour. I should get up and get ready, but who cares if I’m late. It’s not like I have a reason to be early anyway. I wonder if Melody goes to the same school. That girl needs someone to teach her some manners and tell her when to shut up. Or better yet, kiss her until she shuts up. She is cute though, all 5 ft. 4 of her.

I’m here lying in bed thinking about one very crazy black girl. What would my parents think if I started dating a black girl from the ghetto? My mother would probably have her arrested for something, and my father would disown me. Not like I care what they think. I date whoever I wanna date.

Maybe, it’s not such a bad idea. Maybe if they thought I was falling off the deep end, they would start to pay a little more attention to me. Or maybe I’m hoping for too much, but it never hurts to try.

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“Oswaldo, you are going to be late on the first day of your new school.”

My mother’s annoying voice rings out. Would this women just stop calling my name? I have a lot of shit to deal with, I don’t need her yelling in my ears.

“It’s not like I’m gonna learn anything of importance, mother."     

I grab a toast from the table, getting ready to walk out the door. No way am I sitting down and having breakfast with her and my father. I’ll have to sit and listen to them tell me how much of a screw up I am. No thanks.

“Do not walk and eat Oswaldo is unbecoming of a young man. When are you going to learn to act like a proper Richards?” Uh, never. If being a “proper” Richards means being a cold, stuck up bitch or an angry, insensitive ass then I’d rather be myself.

“Never fear mother, I will soon be 18 and my unbecoming manners will no more bother you when I am gone.”

I see the muscle twitched in her jaw, as she struggled to keep her cool. My mother would never lose her shit. No, because that would be unbecoming of a Richards. Maybe I should push her a bit more, then again maybe I shouldn’t. My father has a nasty temper, and I don’t really feel like getting on his bad side today. Maybe tomorrow.

As I pulled up into the school parking lot, (if you can even call it that) all the student’s eyes are on me. My eyes however, is on the girl walking through the entrance, wearing a black hole ridding skinny jean and a red hoodie, with her headphones tucked in her ears. I smile. Maybe this day isn’t going to be so bad after all.

I watch as her hips sways from side to side. Everyone parts for her. Some even going as far as to jump out of her way, as to not touch her. I frown, for some reason this angers me. Why are they treating her like she has leprosy?

Taking my keys out of the ignition, I get out of my car and lock the door. Some very pretty girls are looking my way, but I have only one pretty girl in my mind. I run to catch up with her. She is already in the building, walking to what looks like her locker. People are still jumping out of her way. Idiots.

As I’m making my way towards her, a few girl winks at me, some even trying to get me to talk or look at them.

I’m free of the vultures now. But she is not alone, some girls and a few guys are pulling and tugging at her. What surprise me is, she isn’t fighting back. Where is the girl who wanted to kick my ass earlier this morning? An idea comes to me and I walk over to them. 

Melody couldn’t see me, however, a few of the girl sees me and pushes out their chest. Yeah, like that’s gonna get me. I like my women to be real and natural. Like Melody. I slip my hands around waist and spoke in her ear, not wanting to startle her too much.

“Hey baby, did you miss me. I know we only saw each other a few hours ago, but you know how much I love those chocolate lips of yours.”

I feel her stiffen in my arms, but she isn’t kicking my ass, so I guess she’s going to play along. She turns around with that fake sweet smile on her face and her eyes shooting daggers at me.

“Richie, baby you’re here. At my school.” Richie? She gave me a new name.

“Did you forget? I told you when I was dropping you home last night.” I watch her eyes darken then narrow. I know I’m in deep shit, so I’m thinking why not go for the long haul. She’s gonna kill me anyway.

I grab her by the waist and without waiting for her to protest. I lean down and kiss her. Her lips taste of orange and mint. Her lips are soft, sweet and very enticing. She moans against my lips and I pull her closer. Kissing this girl is like having a small sample of heaven. Earlier I blamed the moment, but now I know that it is just all her.

I end this kiss, but when I pull away, I see that her eyes are still closed. She opens them and looks confuse for a bit. Being that she is light skin, I see the blush as it creeps up her face.

I turn to the students who are now looking at us with their jaw dropped, and smile.

“Are these your friends, baby?”

The bullies quickly recovers. They girls smiling flirtatiously at me and they boys nodding with respect.

“Aren’t you the dude who just pulled up in that sweet Range Rover?”

One of the guys ask, trying to be my friend now. I nod my head to answer his question. One of the girls, a red hair one, walks up to me and starts rubbing herself all over me. Didn’t this girl just see he kiss another girl.

“Wow! Are you like rich or something?”

I none too gently push her away from me, and pull Melody into my arms.

“Or something.” I answer her. Turning my back on them I ask Melody. “Baby can you show me to the office, I have to register.”

I entangle our hands and we walked off leaving the bullies behind us. When we are out earshot, Melody pushes me off of her. And stands with her feet apart and hands on her waist. The look on her face spells, bloody murder. I’ve never seen anything sexier.

“What the hell are you doing here, green eyes? And don’t you dare say that you go here because I will kill you.”

I smile. She is so cute when’s angry. In the dark this morning, I hadn’t notice how beautiful she is. I could see that she isn’t wearing any make up, and her hair is natural, no weaves in it. Her curls are beautiful, I wonder if she’s mix race. She interrupts me before I could ask.

“Well, I ain’t got all day, are you gonna answer me?”

I watch as her eyes get darker with every word. A woman with passion, just my kinda of a woman. I can’t wait to find out what she’s like in the bedroom. I know you must be thinking I’m cocky, but I’m not. I just know that that is where she will eventually end up.

“Hello! Anybody home? I’m waiting for an answer any day now.”

She snaps her fingers in my face.

“I go here now, sweetheart.” I said and walk off. I turn when I realise she isn't following me. I swear I see steam coming out of her ears.

 “I. Am. Gonna. Kill. You. Oswaldo.”