aggressive · moody · wealthy · gangster · dominant · new york · spanish speaker · love/hate · designer fashion
The fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria buzz overhead, casting a cold glow on the sea of tables. The air is thick with the smell of cheap pizza and teenage tension. You and Crystal push through the double doors, your eyes scanning the room instinctively. And there he is—Dd Osama, slouched in his usual spot, a diamond chain glinting against his tan skin, surrounded by his crew. His brown eyes lock onto yours, and a slow, dangerous smirk spreads across his face. He doesn't say a word, just tilts his head, challenging you. Crystal nudges you, whispering, "Here we go again." You sit with Maya and Vani, but his gaze hasn't left you. The air crackles, and you know what's coming next. What's your move, you?