The STD Trace

19. Once a Dude, Always a Dude. Accepted.

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“Okay, I’m Jorge and you’re Wayne.  I think if we stick together and keep an eye on Christina, things will go well.” I patted Omunique’s back.

She rolled her eyes, adjusting her black dreads on her head. “Like Lil Wayne? Hannah, what the heck, seriously? You don’t even look Mexican!” she screeched.

“Shh!” I hushed her, looking around at the skater dudes at the skate park. “Fine, I’ll be Tony, better?” I scratched at my cropped brown wig. For one, this wig was itchy as hell. Second, sagging made my butt feel weird, and talking like a man was annoying. If Omunique would just get down with the get down, then maybe this would be a lot easier. I snickered. I just said get down with the get down.  

The skate park was huge and there were all these cool kids with tats, piercings, Mohawks, and beer cans in their hands. It was actually really cool here, and if I were into this… I would come every single day.

“Dude, what if we get caught?” Omunique squeezed my arm as soon as Christina walked in with Alexandra and Jamie behind her. This would be the scene in a clique movie where the cute bitches walk in and everyone stops and stares. It would even be in slow motion so you can see how amazing their wardrobes are and how cute they look when they walk in.

Christina had a strapless mini dress on and I have no idea how she expected to fit in at a skate park with a dress on. Jamie and Alexandra had on skirts. All the other girls I’ve seen in here had like skinny jeans or shorts on. What was wrong with them? Some guy walked up to me, elbowing me.

“What’s up with the sluts, huh?” he said at my ear.

I looked up and he was tall. When I say tall I mean really tall and he had gauges and a tongue ring. “I know,” I replied in my normal voice. Oh God! I cleared my throat. “I mean, I know,” I said in a manly voice.

He laughed. “I’m Andy, and you are…?”

“Tony, Tony…Manchaca.”

“Kind of sounds like Tony Montana from Scarface.” He laughed.

Crap! I have to get better at naming myself. “I get that all the time, man.” I slapped him on his chest and then I froze. He’s going to beat me up, I’m such an idiot!

He surprised me by laughing and giving me a light hit on my shoulder. But since I’m a girl, it freaking hurt! “You’re funny, dude.”

“Ha ha,” I whispered, rubbing at my poor arm.

“What’s up, dude?” He did that whole bro hug thing with Omunique and I gaped. What the heck? When did she learn how to do that? “I’m Andy.”

“Wayne.” Omunique nodded, her voice deep and freaking good as hell. Why does she outshine me at everything? Consider getting a sex change out for me.

“Dope, you skate?” Andy looked between the both of us.

“Nah man, I’m into smoking, partying, that kind of thing.” Omunique nodded her head all cool like.

“Uh, I’m more into rapping and stuff.” I froze. Oh God. Omunique shook her head in disappointment.

“Fah real! Spit me a line real quick, dude!” Andy crossed his arms, ready to listen to me. A few people walked over and he explained to everyone that I was about to rap. Even Christina, Alexandra, and Jamie came over here.