Signal of Distress

6 - Threat

~ Gangsta - Kehlani ~
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Show me the vile in your heart,
I couldn't give a fuck about the good
-River Mitchell

"Ebony, you look hot!" I compliment as she walks out of the bathroom in a short baby blue dress.

She smiles and twirls around. "Thank you. You guys ready?" She asks. I look over at Marcus next to me who's drawing on his arm.

I slap his arm, gaining back his attention. He looks up at Ebony and smiles. "Beautiful. Let's go now." He hops off the bed.

I stand back up and smooth out my light ripped washed ripped jeans. I pull down on my white cami, even though it still comes above my belly button. I tug at the long sleeves of my plaid shirt over top. I didn't want to wear anything like a dress, I wanted something simple.

I walk out and Ebony locks her dorm room door before we head to Marcus' car. "You don't have a car?" Marcus asks as we drive.

I shake my head. "Sold mine. I don't like driving anymore." My license sits in the front of my wallet as nothing but a decoration.

Never again will I set foot in the driver's seat.

"Watch out!"

I take in a deep breath. When I open back up my eyes I realize we reached the party. Red solo cups and drunken college students sprawl across the front lawn. "There's always fights at Wilson's parties which is why I never go. Just be careful." Marcus opens his door and gets out.

I follow him. "Who's Wilson?" I ask. Ebony trails behind us.

"Jordan Wilson. He's on the football team," Marcus responds.

A naked boy runs out of the door and begins sprinting while the others inside cheer. Marcus guides both Ebony and I inside to a table of drinks. "Jordan's also rich. Only take from unopened bottles and don't accept drinks from anyone," Marcus makes clear. I can tell he's looking out for both Ebony and I.

He grabs a bottle of vodka from the back of all the drinks. One that hasn't been opened yet. Ebony holds out two cups letting Marcus pour them into the cups.

"I'm the designated driver so drink as much as you want but if you throw up in my car, I will leave your ass on the side of the road."

Ebony and I both laugh at Marcus' words. "Yo Marc!" Someone yells from afar.

"I gotta go. You ladies good?" He asks. Ebony and I both nod. "Good. Call me if anything." He runs off after the guy who called his name.

Ebony takes my hand leading me towards what I'd assume is the "dance" floor. Bodies are squished together, dancing, grinding and bumping into others.

Ebony and I dance and drink our vodka straight. The liquid burns down my throat but my mind is numb to the physical pain.

Loud screams and laughter bounce around the room when a loud crash is heard. "Probably a fight." Ebony takes my hand leading me through the crowd of people.

We reach the front just in time to see Eli slam a boy against the wall by the collar of his shirt.

"Holy shit," I curse under my breath. Everyone surrounds them with their phone camera's and laughter.

"Keep my name out of your fucking mouth and tell your little bitches to watch their back!" Eli threatens the boy out loud but he seems oblivious to the crowd around him. He leans closer to his ear whispering something.

The boy he's restraining eyes widens and face pales. He gulps and nods at Eli. Eli shoves him and the boy trips over his own feet on the ground.

Eli doesn't even so much as look at the boy once more. Owen and a few other football players cheer and slap his back. Eli laughs with them, I wonder if he's proud of what he's done? Owen hands him a beer which he takes long swigs out of.