Apartment 311

Ch | 92

Noah Silas Anderson

Chapter Ninety-two: "There's been an accident"

"-No! No, fuck that," I yelled at this random boy I met at this Christmas party. It was more of a chiller, not a lot of people but enough to have a good time - just drinking and shit.

We were having a heated discussion about some bullshit, you know how that guys, but it was all in good fun.

He went "dude" and blew air from his cheeks. I looked at his friend who was remaining neutral.

"Look at this guy, he's not even saying anything," I scoffed, standing above them all. He just smiled and shook his head.

"My name's Paul, that's between y'all," he said with the red SOLO cup to his lips.

"It's because you know I'm right," I laughed, slapping his hand.

"Fuck outta here with that shit, man," the first guy grumbled, throwing a stack of playing cards down on the centered table.

The group laughed and I threw my arms up. "I rest my case," I said a little cocky.

"What you tryna drink?" he asked me, changing the subject.

I glanced at my phone and saw it was later than I would've liked to stay. The guy who invited us was Connor, he was my age - I think - and we played that alumni football game with him a couple months back. He randomly hit us up and invited us over, saying he was hosting a kickback or whatever so with nothing better to do, Gael and I agreed to go.

"Where's Gael?" I asked, looking around the room.

"Uh, he went outside," Connor told me. I nodded and slapped everyone's hands down the line.

"I'ma go smoke," I said, walking towards the door.

Like Gael, I wasn't trying to drink. I had gotten fucked up last night. Sky was back and wanted to tell me about her honeymoon and shit. We went to a bar then we met these college kids who threw a party we got into and it was downhill from there. When I woke up, I saw that I sent all these dumb ass texts and voicemails to Brooklyn. She probably thinks I'm up to no good and fucking miserable without her, which, I kinda am, but she doesn't know that.

When I stepped foot on the porch, Gael looked up at me. He asked if I was ready and I nodded, feeling for my lanyard against my joggers.

Gael hopped in my Hummer and took up the passenger seat as I beat myself up for losing the blunt I rolled earlier.

I clicked a light on and searched for it in the cup holders. As I did so, Mr.Can't-help-me-look took a phone call and sat back. Who's calling him anyway, I know it's not Cassie or any other girls?
I started to laugh, thinking what if it's Courtney.

"It wasn't me," Gael spoke into the phone. "I'm not even home."

I wasn't sure who he was talking to but Gael shot me a curious look. He put the phone in the middle and said, "He's on speaker, what's going on?"

"Yeah, there was a home invasion in Apartment three-eleven. I always see you both with Brooklyn and Cassie, and they've been taken to the hospital. I'm not sure if you know, but I told the officer that I would contact someone." It was Marvin speaking. He talked fast like he was nervous and out of sorts.

Gael froze for a second, his eyes open big. "What the fuck? Are they okay?"

My heart started thumping, I didn't know what to think. All I heard was: home invasion, Brooklyn, Cassie, hospital.