Samuel and Lucas, two boys from two different backgrounds.
One night they cross paths at a college party, and Samuel is instantly attracted to Lucas.
What happens when Lucas finally gives in and gives Samuel a chance?
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"So you mean to tell me—that man had y'all FUCKING KIDNAP ME?" I asked, completely annoyed with this entire situation.
The man who's named Santana, replied giggling.
"Of course not, it was my idea to pretend like I was kidnapping you—I was just tryna spice it up."
All I could do was give him a blank stare.
"You know...a little razzle dazzle if you must." He continued, still wearing the big doofy smile he had on his face since he removed the bag off my head.
I rolled my eyes in response, going back to planning Sammy's painful death in my head.
"Please ignore him, his momma used to roll him down the stairs when was a baby—the crack will make you do stupid shit like that." Dreux joked, or at least I hope he was joking.
Santana looked over at him in shock, almost as if he couldn't believe what he said.
"Bro you told me you would never tell anyone that, I let you in on that secret in a time of vulnerability, and you gon joke about it?" He asked genuinely, sounding hurt.
Dreux gave him a look, clearly not taking his hurt seriously.
"Nigga you joke about yo mama being a crackhead all the time, but when I do it one time, it's an issue? You remember that time you told them bitches I had a herpe on lip because my mama passed them down to me, when really it was just a pimple? Yeah I think we even hoe."
Santana could no longer keep up with the mad act, and let a booming laugh out at Dreux's words.
"Man come on that was funny as fuck now, remember she asked if it was itchy sometimes? Okay—you right, we even then." He said through laughs.
All while I'm in the backseat wondering where the hell we're going.
"Nah that's not funny, you had people thinking I had a bum bump for weeks you dumb-" Before Dreux could finish, I rudely interrupted.
"Um y'all little banter funny and shit, but not either one of y'all have told me where it is we're going. Y'all ain't even told me where Sammy is, and why the fuck y'all came instead of him." I spoke with the attitude I had very clear in my voice.
Santana turned in his seat to look at me with a stank face before rolling his eyes.
"You ain't gotta have an attitude, and to be fucking fair—since we cussing and shit, you didn't even ask those questions until now...so really that's yo fault." He answered with crossed arms, before turning back around.
Still not answering my damn questions.
"So are y'all going to speak up or not?" I asked again, still with an attitude.
