Lizalise Nkokheli Langa
Getting time to relax has been hard to come by so I couldn't pass the opportunity to get free weed. Trevor was going to get this Rastafarian boy to give it to us for free. I wondered why he would just give it up. Being a last year student is no child's play so I couldn't care less how he got it at this point.
"Where's your boy bro?"
Everyone in our friend group had arrived, alcohol was there we just needed the weed.
"Relax, he's gonna get here. He knows what it means if he doesn't."
Five minutes passed then there was a knock on the door and I went to answer. I was, for the lack of a better word...... Enchanted.
Was this the rasta? He's beautiful. I lacked the words to describe it. I just stood there looking stupid. I stared down at him, my brows furrowed.
" Trevor, I'm looking for Trevor."
"Hey, Lizo. Come in."
I felt Trevor touch my shoulder prompting me to move. He opened the door himself and got out to talk in the hallway. Before he closed it he threw me a plastic bag and told me to check it. It was weed alright and a lot of it. I grabbed a chunk and placed it in a bowl for the hangout. The rest I took to my bedroom for me and Trevor to share later.
On my way back the guys were already rolling blunts and placing them on a plate. Trevor and the boy were outside for longer than people making a marijuana transaction should.
"Trevor is a plug bro"
Aseza just as I was still amazed by the concept of a weed dealer giving it up for free. If only he knew that there was more of it.
Immediately after Trevor stormed in the boy behind him and went straight to his room. That guy is not straight and I had to make sure nothing weird happens in my house. Who knows what relationship they have whatever it is, it won't happen here. He's not going to touch that boy.
" What's going on?"
I entered without knocking and they both turned to me, startled. Trevor opened his laptop and moved from the chair and the boy jumped on it. He went straight to the files and started scrolling. Something's strange here but I just hoped the boy doesn't get hurt.
" There's nothing there but go on."
He told the boy before addressing me.
" Langa, make sure he doesn't do anything on my laptop, I'm going to go check on the guys."
I turned back to the boy as he calmly searched for whatever he was searching for. He had on a vest and sweatpants. He must be cold. It's possible that Trevor gave him no time to get ready to make the delivery.
" Aren't you cold?"
Ok ignore me. I leaned on the door and observed him as again quietly scrolled through Trevor's laptop. He's cold I can tell.
He started exiting whatever folder he was in and folded the laptop. He ran a hand through his dreadlocks and sighed like he was going through the most. I know Trevor is exploiting him but what does he have on him.
"Tell Trevor to keep his word,"
He said as he stood expectedly in front of me. Does he want a kiss from me or maybe more? Did Trevor pimp me to this gay boy.
If that's what's going on. They've got me fucked up. My face scrunched up, I give him a questioning look. He hardens his face and we have a stare down. He folds and looks away for a moment before finally speaking.
