Ch.14 Fuck Life

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We sat in here for a day or so.
The others who had bail money obviously got out of their cell.

This was our last day to stay in the pen.
And plenty did reckless stuff before this.
But since we were all underage it didn't get on our record luckily.

6 more hours...
That's was how much time we had left to leave.
Jaydon and I actually gotten more closer than I excepted.
We didn't click at first but now we're best buddies.

Well atleast I think.
Since the hours past over time.

All we could do was sleep or talk.
And from last night's party we all had hangovers.
Except me I'd been a little wise and didn't drink alcohol and smoked some 'grass'.

*BUZZ*

As time past...
Before we knew it we were ready to leave.
With just a slap on our wrist.
I didn't have a ride since my grandma don't know what happen to me tonight.

And I really don't know how to explain this to her when I go back to the house.
We went out the police station.
After we got all our belongings.

Jaydon got his ride by his brother...
Damn.
Guessing all the family got good genes.

I didn't really want to bother him anymore.
I shouldn't really hang with the crowd from the party that Jaydon hang with.

I decided to walk to the bus stop so I can get home.
I do have money and should be enough to get back home.

As I was walking non the less.
Jaydon and his brother were driving aside of me.
As his brother opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by Jaydon.

"You need a ride la shawty?"

I rolled my eyes at the stupid ass question.
Ofcourse I need a ride....

"Yea I need one."

"Get in den."

Holding a smirk on his face.
I wanted nothing but to put my hand print on his face.
But we made amends which I don't know how we became sour in the first place.

I sighed and opened the backseat of the car door.
As soon as I get in the car is boozing with music.

Not just any music but rap music.
Since I lived in the suburbs I grew up around classics and other sorts.

But I never really adventures in the pop culture.
Because my mother always told if I do listen I'll become a whore like her sister.

But either I would be called one by her.
She would hit me for no reasons.
Even I'll get more punishment for little problems.

I would always cut myself for it.
Blame myself because I loved her so much.
Why would she do it I asked?

Is it because I deserve it?
The answer still hasn't came to me till this day.

"Yuh shure quiet la girl."
Chris said looking at me through the rear view mirror.

I blushed intensely intwining my fingers together.
I think I have a little crush on Chris.

I knew Chris was cute and Jaydon is too.
But I dunno anymore...

I looked down staring at my feet in embarrassment.
I left the subject in my head who's cuter in my head.

"So uh where you leave Janisha?"
Jaydon sayer breaking the silence.

"Waggmon St. 4001."

I was hoping this was the last time I'll say my current home address.
Remembering the bad moment how me and my mom parted.

The whole rode in silence but we made it to my to my grandma house.
I just know I'm going to get in so much trouble after this crap.

The realization started to sink as Chris pulled up in the driveway.
Maybe I should ask them to take me another party....sarcasm isn't going to get me out of this shit.

"Fuck."
I mumbled to myself.

"Uh,thankyou for the ride,bye Jaydon."
I got out the car and gave a glance at Chris.

"No goodnight kiss for me?"
Chris said smirking at me.

"No...."
I said low but loud enough for only him to hear.

God I just hate it when I blush.
Realizing every time I blush I smile too.

Never had I crushed on anyone this hard since Dave Franco.

I waved goodbye and climbed on the other side of house to get in my room from the window.

As I climb up,damn I wish I workout.
This always looked easy on those ChickFlicks movies when the boy climbs up to the window.

I climb up further almost slipping from my foot.
Trying to be as quiet as I can be I finally made it up there.

I opened the window sneaking in my room.
Getting night clothes from my dresser and hurrying to put them on.

My room door opened....

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