nutmeg #6: at the tone
Author: Marika Kailaya
Title: Texts from Juárez
'Verse: Nagekawashii; Lap Dog
Challenge: Nutmeg 6. at the tone
Toppings/Extras: N/A
Wordcount: 789
Rating: PG-13
A/N: high school AU.
"Hi, this is Lavender Perez, that Lavender Perez yes, I'm refusing to answer my phone because people are trying to kill me right now. If you are not trying to kill me please leave your message at the tone."
Beep.
Ijirashii put the phone back to his ear after looking at it, affronted, and said, "Hi, that Lavender Perez, this is your underage boyfriend Ijirashii Sawahata, please get back to me for illegal sex activities as soon as possible." He paused, and then added, "What the fuck, Lavender, where are you, I need to get out of American history class."
He ended the call and strode out of the stall in the boys' bathroom to the laughter of three other boys standing around. He flipped them off succinctly and headed to his American history class anyway. That was the first time Lavender had not answered one of his calls. What if someone had actually killed Lavender?
He shook his head and took his seat in the back of class as usual. These were trying times in American history, for a gay albino Japanese kid in Los Angeles, and Ijirashii had no desire to learn anything else about this horrible country.
The text arrived just as Mrs. Hilton was beginning class.
i am in juárez and not currently available for sex
Ijirashii gave the phone another glare, shoved it between the pages of his textbook, and begin to tap out a reply.
Juárez as in four hundred murdered girls Juárez? What are you doing in Juárez?
He discreetly removed the phone and flipped the pages of the book to pretend he was listening, before the stupid thing buzzed again.
yes that juárez i am doing business
Ijirashii snorted to himself. You mean cocaine? You're doing cocaine in Juárez? You know what they do there do to people like you
The next text deftly avoided the cocaine issue, Ijirashii noticed.
people like me? you mean hispanics? u racist bitch
Ijirashii sighed. I mean FAGS, he typed angrily.
There were a good five minutes between texts. Ijirashii almost learned something in that time. Almost.
benjamin how very dare you say that
Do not call me that. I don't even want to have sex with you now. Quit texting me and don't die in Juárez.
There was another pause.
And then, omg some cholo just called me a maricón
Ijirashii gritted his teeth, trying to type and look at Mrs. Hilton at the same time. He's not wrong. Don't call him a cholo and don't get murdered in Juárez.
Bzz.
i yelled yo ese if you think that why don't you come fuck me like you fuck your mama every day before church
Ijirashii felt slightly lightheaded.
okay i didn't really say that but i bought him a drink his name is julián he's very pretty
"Mrs. Hilton, I need to be excused to the restroom," Ijirashii burst out without even raising his hand. He stuffed his phone in his pocket as she nodded at him, looking irritated, and Ijirashii dashed to the empty bathroom, flopping down on the closed toilet seat in a stall to deal with this fuckery.
LAVENDER ARE YOU DOING COCAINE AND CHEATING ON ME IN JUÁREZ I HOPE YOU GET MURDERED
Of the cocaine, Ijirashii really had no doubt.
lol i drugged his drink
This was going from bad to worse.
LAVENDER DO NOT DATERAPE *ANYONE* IN JUÁREZ WHAT THE FUCK
Ijirashii bounced up and down on the toilet seat nervously.
Exactly one minute later another text arrived:
i'm not gonna rape him, christ benny. i'm just going to drug him, take him to a secluded area, take off all his clothes, and when he wakes up the fucking homophobe will think he had gay sex and he'll try to kill himself but he won't have even done it because i'm like eighty percent sure he's got diseases and i don't fuck anyone with diseases anymore except u.
benny was all Ijirashii could manage in response.
He turned off his phone and went to go enjoy some American history.
***
Around six p.m. that evening Lavender returned to the apartment dressed in a men's business suit, looking tired and carrying a bag.
"How was Juárez," Ijirashii asked coldly from his perch on the couch. He'd been watching Real Housewives of Atlanta since he got home from school three hours ago and it was not helping him.
Lavender cackled. "Benjamin, Benjamin, I was never in Juárez. I was at a meeting downtown with my lawyers. It was so boring." He paused. "And then I got cake for dinner," he added, holding up the plastic bag.
"You...fucking...maricón," Ijirashii hissed, and leapt off the couch and punched him in the face.
Title: Texts from Juárez
'Verse: Nagekawashii; Lap Dog
Challenge: Nutmeg 6. at the tone
Toppings/Extras: N/A
Wordcount: 789
Rating: PG-13
A/N: high school AU.
"Hi, this is Lavender Perez, that Lavender Perez yes, I'm refusing to answer my phone because people are trying to kill me right now. If you are not trying to kill me please leave your message at the tone."
Beep.
Ijirashii put the phone back to his ear after looking at it, affronted, and said, "Hi, that Lavender Perez, this is your underage boyfriend Ijirashii Sawahata, please get back to me for illegal sex activities as soon as possible." He paused, and then added, "What the fuck, Lavender, where are you, I need to get out of American history class."
He ended the call and strode out of the stall in the boys' bathroom to the laughter of three other boys standing around. He flipped them off succinctly and headed to his American history class anyway. That was the first time Lavender had not answered one of his calls. What if someone had actually killed Lavender?
He shook his head and took his seat in the back of class as usual. These were trying times in American history, for a gay albino Japanese kid in Los Angeles, and Ijirashii had no desire to learn anything else about this horrible country.
The text arrived just as Mrs. Hilton was beginning class.
i am in juárez and not currently available for sex
Ijirashii gave the phone another glare, shoved it between the pages of his textbook, and begin to tap out a reply.
Juárez as in four hundred murdered girls Juárez? What are you doing in Juárez?
He discreetly removed the phone and flipped the pages of the book to pretend he was listening, before the stupid thing buzzed again.
yes that juárez i am doing business
Ijirashii snorted to himself. You mean cocaine? You're doing cocaine in Juárez? You know what they do there do to people like you
The next text deftly avoided the cocaine issue, Ijirashii noticed.
people like me? you mean hispanics? u racist bitch
Ijirashii sighed. I mean FAGS, he typed angrily.
There were a good five minutes between texts. Ijirashii almost learned something in that time. Almost.
benjamin how very dare you say that
Do not call me that. I don't even want to have sex with you now. Quit texting me and don't die in Juárez.
There was another pause.
And then, omg some cholo just called me a maricón
Ijirashii gritted his teeth, trying to type and look at Mrs. Hilton at the same time. He's not wrong. Don't call him a cholo and don't get murdered in Juárez.
Bzz.
i yelled yo ese if you think that why don't you come fuck me like you fuck your mama every day before church
Ijirashii felt slightly lightheaded.
okay i didn't really say that but i bought him a drink his name is julián he's very pretty
"Mrs. Hilton, I need to be excused to the restroom," Ijirashii burst out without even raising his hand. He stuffed his phone in his pocket as she nodded at him, looking irritated, and Ijirashii dashed to the empty bathroom, flopping down on the closed toilet seat in a stall to deal with this fuckery.
LAVENDER ARE YOU DOING COCAINE AND CHEATING ON ME IN JUÁREZ I HOPE YOU GET MURDERED
Of the cocaine, Ijirashii really had no doubt.
lol i drugged his drink
This was going from bad to worse.
LAVENDER DO NOT DATERAPE *ANYONE* IN JUÁREZ WHAT THE FUCK
Ijirashii bounced up and down on the toilet seat nervously.
Exactly one minute later another text arrived:
i'm not gonna rape him, christ benny. i'm just going to drug him, take him to a secluded area, take off all his clothes, and when he wakes up the fucking homophobe will think he had gay sex and he'll try to kill himself but he won't have even done it because i'm like eighty percent sure he's got diseases and i don't fuck anyone with diseases anymore except u.
benny was all Ijirashii could manage in response.
He turned off his phone and went to go enjoy some American history.
***
Around six p.m. that evening Lavender returned to the apartment dressed in a men's business suit, looking tired and carrying a bag.
"How was Juárez," Ijirashii asked coldly from his perch on the couch. He'd been watching Real Housewives of Atlanta since he got home from school three hours ago and it was not helping him.
Lavender cackled. "Benjamin, Benjamin, I was never in Juárez. I was at a meeting downtown with my lawyers. It was so boring." He paused. "And then I got cake for dinner," he added, holding up the plastic bag.
"You...fucking...maricón," Ijirashii hissed, and leapt off the couch and punched him in the face.