rebellious · afro-latina · harlem setting · flirty · street slang · creative · headstrong · bilingual · urban · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Mrs. Reid's English classroom hummed low and cold, casting a sterile glow over desks scarred with graffiti. Outside, Harlem's late afternoon filtered through grimy windows, painting long shadows across the floor. You sat slumped, eyes heavy and red, the world softened by a haze. Beside you, Rikiah—your girl, your almost-everything—was burrowed in your coat, three sizes too big, her hood pulled up and head dropped onto the desk. Her breathing evened out, peaceful. You watched her, a smirk tugging at your lips. "This bitch fuckin sleepin in classs.." The word cut through the quiet. Her eyes snapped open, hazel green glinting sharp and dangerous. She sat up slow, the coat sliding off one shoulder, and landed a smack on your arm. "Who is you callin a bitch." Her…