ROCKSTAR.

DEE BILLS

DROP EVERYTHING

Samani sat the far end of the lunch room. Her leg shook with impatience as her eyes scanned the room for what seemed to be the fifty millionth time.

"Where are you?" She whispered to herself.

It's not like anyone was paying her any mind anyway.

A few voices could be heard of friends having indistinct conversations near by. The few people who had stuck around after school, were scattered around the lunch room, doing whatever kept them occupied.

Samani looked down at her phone, tapping the screen to see she'd been waiting almost thirty minutes. And still there had been no courtesy text.

Dee had stood her up again.

She tried shooting him one last text before she stood up, stuffing her math folder back into her black Victoria's secret bag.

Her black and white "panda" dunks, made a tapping noise against the school floor and as she walked off toward the exit of the lunch room, she made it her business to call her close friend Jay.

After a few rings he answered. "Yo." His smooth voice rang through the phone.

Samani payed no attention to the loud music playing in his background as she spoke with a frown.

"Hello? Where is Dee?"

"Oh. Shit, um I don't know." Jay answered on the other end of the line.

He already knew what she was calling about, his friends told him everything and this hadn't been the first time this happened before.

Samani smacked her teeth as she walked out of the front exit of the school building and down the steps.

She was always glad that it was just a short walk home. She used to have to take the train home where she lived before.

"You want me to text him?" Jay offered.

Samani huffed, tucking part of her bone straight, jet black sew in behind her ear.

She liked her hair and lashes real long, but sometimes both could get annoying to deal with.

"Um no, just tell him when you see him that- nevermind, just forget it. I just don't understand why he always expects me to drop everything for him and then can't even show up. Bye Jay." She sighed in defeat and hung up.

The boy had asked her to help him study. The two and their friends were in their senior year of highschool, but Dee clearly had other priorities.

He had been slipping behind on his work and needed a push to catch up or he would fail.

Despite the two's past Simani was always willing to help him. But she just felt dumb now that he kept wasting her time just to go out and do him.

Typical Dylan.

It began to drizzle as she walked, so she sped up, picking up her pace so she could make it home quickly, but it was half way pouring by the time she got there.

She swung open the door to her building and rushed up the steps with her keys already in hand.

Her mother would be at work for the next few hours, but she was kind of glad she was alone. She had this unsettling feeling in her chest, one that she was starting to realize only happened in situations that had to do with Dee.

She dropped her purse down, taking a seat on the floor next to the door after she locked it.

Her phone began to ring loudly, when a familiar contact flashed across the screen, but she wasted no time declining it.