The Suarez Girls





[Valentina's POV]

Me and Adriana have always had a love/hate relationship; most of it due to the way we grew up. Obviously, we look hella different. I got this rich, even, yummy brown skin tone, while both her and Grant are on the lighter side. I'm the oldest of course, but we don't have the same father. My daddy never really gave a shit to settle down and raise me so I knew, even as a kid to just let it go. I knew I'd always have my mom around, and let's be real. I liked her better anyway. Adriana & Grant's dad, a man by the name of Fernando was a great man. He took good care of all of us. Continued to raise me as well just like I was his, but then he died around the time Grant was two. 

Anyway, 
Since that little Shade Fest at dinner the other week... I called her just to see what's up and how she was doing. Of course when I asked, I was met with attitude and MORE shade. She asked if I was just calling her because Nathan was gone and I was bored... *Rolls eyes* ... Bitch. But instead of returning the attitude, I just said no and I actually apologized on my behalf for that little sting I delivered to that ass at dinner. I learned early that sometimes, if you apologize first, it cancels all the bullshit coming. And what do you know. It did. She asked if she could come over and hang out with me, but only if Nathan actually WAS gone. I told her yeah, he'd be staying late in the office helping out with some important case or something. I could hear the excitement in her voice when she told me exactly where she wanted to go when we got together: The Blue Velvet. She's always been obsessed with that place and now that she's old enough to go, I guess I could take her.  

We get there, and her eyes light ALL the way up. She excitedly hands the bouncer her ID and skips inside. This bumping music, the dim lights and people dancing everywhere just reminded me of those parties on the weekend me and Nathan would hit up all the time in college. I head to the bar and order my favorite drink: A blue raspberry Long Island ice tea. I look over towards the area where I last saw Adriana, and she's over there dancing with some guy looking like she's having a pretty good time. 
Next thing I know, I'm hearing this loud shrieking voice screaming "BACK THE FUCK UP!! BACK... THE FUCK... UP!!!" This annoying ass voice belongs to none other than Adriana. I whirl around quick as hell almost flinging my drink onto the dude standing behind me and take off as quick as my heels will let me. 

I get over there, ready to break my glass across somebody's forehead when I see Adriana standing in the middle of the room squaring up to fight this dude. Some pretty nigga I've seen in here before.

Valentina: Excuse me, we have a problem over here??
Adriana: (screeching) YOU GODDAMN RIGHT WE DO... I'M SITTING OVER HERE MINDING MY BUSINESS AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER (shoves index finger into Don's face) FELT IT WAS IMPORTANT TO MAKE A COMMENT ABOUT MY CHEST. 
Valentina: (Trying to deescalate the situation) Okay, okay, okay!!!! (Directs attention back to Don) Okay, first of all... I've seen you before. 
Don: (slurring) Yeah, I see you in here often! Most times with some football player. How's it going! I'm... *dramatically drops his hand into mine* Donnnnnnn.
Adriana: Okay, if you guys are DONE with the family reunion -- 
Valentina: (interrupts; drops his hand; sternly) What did you say to my sister. 
Don: (Stammering) I mean -- I-I...
Valentina: (Mocking) "I-I..." WHAT DID YOU SAY, "DONNNN"?
Don: (Nervous; slurred yelling) Just-just that she had a nice rack, WHAT?! 
Adriana: Try "nice tits, can I squeeze 'em for a drink?". You lucky I don't reach over there and slap the SHIT--
Valentina: ADRIANA. CHILL. (Directs attention back to Don) You so much as breathe too close to her again and a coroner will need to be called to the Blue Velvet, do we understand each other Mr. Don. 
Don: (Nervously nods) 
Valentina: Let's go, Adriana. 

For a moment, she pauses and takes a long look into no particular direction, grabs the drink out of my hand, and tosses the remainder of the blue liquid, ice, straw and all directly into Don's face leaving him standing there drenched and dumbfounded. 

This is a message to all raggedy ass inhabitants of New Crest, do not, and I repeat: DO NOT. Fuck with the Suarez girls. 


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