[This RP is mainly for character development on both characters' behalves, but it's sort of already turning into a plot on its own. I don't know where it's gonna go yet so an E tag is safe. Definitely warnings for language, violence, and possibly sexual themes, as well as obvious racial tension. The characters in this story natively speak Spanish, but because of language barrier rules on the site, all Spanish dialogue will be in small caps. I hope you enjoy! Feedback would be wonderful, as with all of my stories.]
The feeling of concrete slamming and skidding against skin was something of an awakening to Sue Iglesias' cold, bloodless fingers. The blood that immediately welled in the raw, torn skin ran hot against his elbows and palms and the back of his head, his mouth wrenching open in a thin cry of pain. Once the white noise ring had faded from his ears, he heard the sound of the crowd that had gathered roaring with shouts of ridicule pounding against his ear drums, muted every half second by his thudding heartbeat pumping more and more blood to the wounds that almost steamed in the freezing air. A heavy handed fist balled up in his shirt and began to drag him upwards again. Gravity shifted and with it Sue felt a bitter taste rise up in the back of his throat, nausea sweeping over him as he hung like a limp doll in the other boy's grasp.
Shit, he couldn't move. Why couldn't he move?
Winter had always been Sue's least favorite season. His family had come to America from Mexico, more specifically a place that had been blessed with low elevation and mild, warm winters months. Granted, summer had apparently been swelteringly humid all the time, but Sue hadn't been around long enough to see a Mexican Summer. And he supposed he was thankful for that, that the image of his birth country had never been tainted past anything but a paradise of warm wind and gentle sunlight on his young, pudgy infant face.
That had been seventeen years ago, and since then things had changed a little bit. Sue, unnamed at the time of their emigration, had been completely oblivious to the long and grueling process of entering the country through legal means. Partially because he had been a baby, and mostly because it never happened. Sue had never learned the details in full, but what he did know was that his mom had a cruddy job at a food packaging plant and his dad had gotten it into his head to name his first born son Sue and skip out on his mom to run off and chase his own goals. Sue. Despite having never actually known the man, Sue was fairly sure he wanted to kill him just for naming him something like that, and then punch his corpse for all the shit he'd caused for Sue's mother.