September 6th, 2015 - “You a lucky nigga if my mean ass like ya”
September 6th, 2015 - “You a lucky nigga if my mean ass like ya”
Sitting in the lawn chair on Blake’s patio I smiled as I finished rolling my third blunt. I was enjoying this party I had my Hennessy and my three blunts I just rolled. Plus I had smoke two blunts before I got here so I was feeling good. I wasn’t much of a partier but when Blake threw one of her little shindigs I turn up slightly. Putting my blunt between my lips, I look around for my solo cup to pour some Hen in it. I wanted a little something to sip on while I spark this blunt. Getting my white lighter out of my pocket I spark the blunt. Taking a quick drag I let the smoke immense as sat back and relaxed.
“White lighters are bad luck you know” a guy came up to me.
Looking up at his tall figure I roll my eyes taking another pull. I never got into that superstitious shit wasn’t my type of thing. Taking another pull the guy caught on and walked away.
Finishing the blunt I gulped the rest of my Henny. Blake was somewhere yapping at the mouth and Lyric had left to go talk to that weird nigga. I wasn’t planning on befriending Lyric but with both of them gone, it left me wide open for people to come talk to me. Not that I don’t like people it’s just they couldn’t handle my personality. They didn’t understand I didn’t care about their personal problems. I have too much shit going on in my life to feel sympathy for someone else. Gossip really wasn’t my thing either shit is so petty. High school was supposed to be one of the best time of your life. I couldn’t wait to be done with it and out of Chicago.
Looking up at the night sky the breeze hit me in my face as my buzz started to kick in with my high. I must say it felt good. Everyone was playing drinking games while I just let my mind wonder. Blake was someone where around here running behind Liam. Something about him didn’t sit right with me. I tell Blake constantly to keep her guard up with him. I feel it in my gut, he doesn’t look out for her best interest.
“Bayleeeee, Whatup gurl.”
Lyric came back over sitting down. It was obvious she was fucked up. She was obviously a lightweight when it came to this drinking shit.. She had one and half cups and she was already slumped. I know Adrian made the drinks strong and all. Lyric still shouldn’t be this wasted.
“What’s been up the whole night, just chillin”
Lyric laid on sat in the chair with her forehead against the back. Chuckling to myself she was going to get the spins in a minute. This girl was too lit. I’m trying to be on her level right now. Feel sorry for her brother, he was going to have to carry her ass home.
“Whys you osver here by yosself go have funn”
Lyric slurred hard. This girl has never been drunk in her life. I can tell. I drink enough to know when a person was drunk for the first time. Drinking and smoking were my things. I had so many demons to fight. Getting high and drinking is how I fought those demons. People wouldn’t last one second in my mind,
I was always different growing up. I could never get emotionally attached to anyone which made it hard for me to make friends. It got to the point where my parents got me a shrink. People didn’t understand me. I didn’t try to be rude on purpose it just happens. Only a few people understood and Blake was one of those few. That’s why I rock with her so hard.
“People really don’t get along with me”
“Looks like you got your hands fool” The guy who commented on my lighter came back up to me. Checking him out, he wore a black button up with arm fatigue pants and black Nike Foams. Simple but it really fit him.
“No, I don’t even know her” I check out his lanky features again. He was attractive, I’m sure that’s the only thing he had going for him though. “Can I ask you a question?” The guy nodded his head for me to continue. “Can you not take a hint?”
“Excuse me?” he replied with a chuckle taking a seat next to me.
“Me not wanting anything to do with you” I made sure to look him in the face.
He just chuckled back while licking his lips. “Maybe I don’t handle rejection well” He looked me in the face. With this look in his eyes letting me know he doesn’t scare easy.
“I can see” I mumbled so he couldn’t hear.
Rolling my eyes I tried to play off as if he wasn’t evading my personal space. Looking over at Lyric who was holding her head in her own world.
“Can I at least get a name” the guy ask trying to take a peek at my face but I turned my head quickly. “I’m Quinten”
“Well Quinten how about you get lost” a familiar voice spoke up. Quinten chuckled to himself before he looked up and saw who it was.
“My bad Eli this you?” Quinten asked. Nodding his head ‘yes’ Quinten threw his hands up in defeat as he got up from the chair and walk over to the group of people.
Bitch, how he let someone like Eli punk his ass out.
Turning my attention to Eli he had that same smirk on his face that makes me want to punch him. I didn’t need his help. I had everything under control. This wasn’t the first time a guy tried to talk to me when I didn’t want him to. Getting help from Eli made it much worse.
“I didn’t need your help” I said through gritted teeth.
Eli shrugged it off taking the seat Quinten had just left. I hope he didn’t think I owe him something because he thinks he helped me out. Are relationship was still the same I didn’t like him and he didn’t like me. As long as he was fornicating with Kai he will always be on my shit list.
“Well I extended it anyways. Um how was your night” Eli asked laying back on the lawn chair staring up at the sky.
I remained silent. Chuckling to himself Eli pulled a blunt out of his pocket sparking it up. When it came to smoking we were on the same level. He was probably the only person at Lincoln Way who could keep up with me on the smoking tip. It was funny because he was on the basketball team, but was as healthy as ever.
“Fine then, be that stuck up bitch that you are”
“And you wonder why I didn’t thank yo ass” I sat up from the chair. Just when I was about to maybe give him the benefit of the doubt he says some shit that reminds me why I hated his ass.
“Look I’m sorry I’m sorry’ Eli grabbed my arm stopping me from leaving. Snatching it away from him he knew better than to put his hands on me. “It just- it just you are the only person at this party who gets me.”
Eli was right, although I hated him for several of reason we were alike. We didn’t have too many friends just our one best friend. We were the assholes of Lincoln Way. It was enigma we were so different but yet so a like. I think that’s what fueled the fire for my hatred for Eli. I couldn’t figure who or what made us so alike it bothered me.
Watching Eli smoke, he let it immense from his nostrils. Taking a drag this time coughing he passed the blunt to me. Not thinking twice I grabbed the blunt from his hand taking two quick drags and passing it back. If our relationship was like this, it would be cool. Just two people smoking together no talking just smoking. I could live with this.
“Why you be so rude when niggas be trying to talk to you? You an alright girl so niggas gone be on yo jock” Eli asked taking another hit of the blunt.
I almost chuckled at the slight compliment he gave me but he knew the reason why I was so fuck up. I don’t even know why he would ask this type of question. “Eli you know why I’m so fucked up, you are Kai’s best friend aren’t you”
Eli had a front row seat to me and Kai’s relationship. Kai was my first actually boyfriend and second person behind Blake to not take my shit. When I was with Kai I wasn’t just hurt mentally he hurt me physically as well. Our relationship was toxic. Yes he put his hands on me but I didn’t back down for nothing. I went toe to toe with him. The domestic part didn’t hurt me as much as the mental part. Kai knew how weak I was mentally so he chewed away at it any time he got. With the cheating and vocal abuse it made me even more screwed up.
“Don’t act innocent Baylee, you did some foul shit also. You got rid of something that probably could’ve made him a better man”
“Don’t give me that shit” I barked at Eli. He was Kai’s friend I mean of course he was going to take his side. “It wasn’t his decision to make it was mine” I fought getting up from my chair where I sat so comfortable the whole might. “Who the fuck are you to comment on our relationship”
“I see why Kai was cheating on yo ass, can’t have a simple conversation without snapping out ya neck” Eli voice rose causing me to flinch. “Gone somewhere with that flinchin shit I ain’t Kai I ain’t gon hit yo ass”
“Fuck you yo!” I spat throwing the rest of what was in my cup at him. We had everyone’s attention now. Grabbing Lyric out of the seat next to Eli I walked us into Blake house.
I didn’t like when people were watching me. She was my escape route it was obvious she needed water to sober up and I wasn’t going to wake up the next morning to find her on news for being taking advantage of because she was too drunk at a party.
Once I got inside it was like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulder. I hated being the center of attention and I’m pretty sure Eli and I gave them something to talk about. This is why I hated social events.