Chains banging on her chest, hair whipping in the wind and rain, she head her head high. Black leather boots clanking on the concrete sidewalk, cigaret between her 2nd and 3rd fingers, people stared. She looked hard core with thicker eyeliner and gold leather form fitted jacked. Heads turned as she passed, both from cars and pedestrians, who where dressed in a more... Socially acceptable way. She didn't care. She took a puff, held it for a moment while she looked back to find the girls behind her whispering, their hands in front of their mouths, pointing. Exhaling slowly, she narrowed her eyes, the girls stopped and hurriedly crossed the street to the other side.. The 'safe' side.
The girl let out a small dry laugh and let her hand drop from her face. The cigarette was finished, she flicked it from her right hand and stomped on it, as if challenging someone else to whisper about her. She reached into her black skinny jeans pocket and pulled out her phone. She glanced at the time, 1:12, and stopped on the corner. Unlocking the phone, she held down the number 3. The screen read: Calling Britney. She put the phone to her ear and pushed the hair out of her face.
"Bueno, soy Britney, ¡demame una mesaje!" ("Talk to me, I'm Britney, leave me a message!").
She hung up the phone, shaking the water from her face. Looking around, it was impossible to tell where Britney was, no one was distinguishable from the other.
Someone ran into her sholder. the jerk caused her to drop her phone. "Orile, que es su problema? (Hey, what is your problem?) Can't you see I'm standing here? Oh yah, like runing away will make things harder for me to find you!" she screamed as the tall man with dark hair hurried from her, eyes on the ground. "I know you can hear me! Yo, Black jacket, I'm talking to you! ughhhhh!" She fliped him the bird as she bent at the waist to pick up her wet phone. Someone whisteled. She snapped back up and turned around, preparing to pounce.
"That's one nice ass, girly," Britney said as she leaned in for a greating.
"Thanks, took it off some girl at the club down town," she replied, standing on tip toe and pecking Britney'scheek. "Where you been/ we were soposed to meet up at 1:10."
"Chill out! I'm, what, 3 min late? What's the deal?"
"The deal is some cholo just gave my phone a bath which would have been avoided if you were not 3 min late! Comeon," she said as the rain beat down faster, "let's go inside before the world drowns us all."
