“How bad is it?" Brando asked after Rosa left.
“Hurts," I groaned and closed my eyes, leaning back slightly to help take the pressure from my ribs.
“Playing it up?" he teased.
I was too tired to lip him back and simply displayed my middle finger. He didn't care.
“You going to p***y it up here or do you want help to the dorm?"
“After the bell I'll make it back with a smaller audience, thank you."
Brando understood this wasn't just for the ladies. It was a good time to come for our crew. Armando would be waiting for the news of the beatdown to break. Stopping this news flash was impossible, but I'd be damned if I played into his hands and made it easy on him.
We waited fifteen minutes after the class bell rang.
“Careful of the ribs," I told him with a grimace. “They took a lot of hea
