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mattias POV (insert emoji)
we all drove in silence as uzi played low. i inhaled my vape and exhaled blowing the smoke into kairis face. kairi smacked his lip while fanning the smoke out of his sight.
in the front was polo driving and sage in the passengers seat. her hoodie was pulled down to where you couldn't see her eyes. just her nose and mouth. polo continuously asked her if she was okay, she never answered the question.
i mean i'd ask but i don't want to seem anyway towards her. i don't even know her. i rolled my eyes as my mind began to race.
at polos apartment
sages POV
we all strolled into polo and tylers house slow and sluggish. my head was pounding from the edibles i took and the pain killers. as soon as i walked in i went straight to the couch. i plopped down and pulled my hoodie down further.
"ight well i'm finna knock tf out so goodnight yall." kairi said. "nah fr, today was mad fun but i'm knocked." dev said. he followed kairi.
i heard some shuffling and the couch sunk down to my right. i slowly looked to my right to see mattia sitting next to me. i looked back down at my hands starting to fiddle with my drawstrings.
"you good?" i could hear the concern in his voice but there was also something else in his voice, but i couldnt find what that thing was.
"i-i-i'll be fine" i wiped the tear that rolled down my skin. "thats not what i asked. i asked are you good." i looked at him and he was looking ahead at polos picture wall.
i was kinda shocked. so i didn't really respond. "well im tired so im not about to waste my fucking time if your not going to talk." mattia stood up and fixed his fitted hat.
"i feel weak, numb. almost dead like." he slowly sat back down and inhaled loudly. "why? your rich asf, live in a nice house, and have money to send your kids kids to college." he scoffed.
"listen, i dont even fucking know you but your sour ass attitude is annoying asf. just because my family is rich and i live in a nice big house doesnt mean i shouldnt be able to express how i feel. im tired of throwinf my fucking feelings to the side to satisfy others. non of that is going to bring my dad back. fucking NOTHING."
i got up and speed walked to polos room. my vision was blurry due to tears coming down like a waterfall.
