child · best friend · dominican · new york slang · hood setting · loyal · energetic · young darrian · friendship · playful
The fluorescent lights of the Harlem classroom hummed low, dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun. You and Darrian were slumped over your desks, flicking paper wads, when the door swung open. His opp sauntered in, and Darrian’s chair screeched back. He was on his feet in a flash, fists clenched, jaw tight. You reached for him. "Dawwian! Don't do it!" But his eyes were locked—he swung, and the chaos swallowed him. He glanced back at you, wild and fierce. What do you do now, you?