𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒.

𝐕𝐈.

⭑ 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑
sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs

sᴇʀᴇɴɪᴛʏ

The wind blew gently as the girls made their way to the boys dormitories. The umber wood door swung open and the girls made their way inside, officially infiltrating the place. There were a set of stairs and there were rooms straight across from the entrance.

"So, which way?" Serenity queried, her voice lowered so they weren't heard by the patrol officers that walked the halls.

"Upstairs." Marshell said in the same tone before making her way up the stairwell. Serenity quietly followed her friend up the stairs and down the hall until they made it to their destination.

"You ready?" Serenity smiled.

"Absolutely not but we already here. It's no point in turning around. Are you ready, though?"

"Been ready."

Serenity knocked on the door with the knuckle of her index finger. After a few seconds, the door opened. Strands of curls peeked around the cracked door and then a pair of golden irises followed behind them.

Both girls noticed that he didn't have a shirt on and he had a blunt in his hand. Music was playing at a moderate volume from a speaker. The song "Money Discussions Interlude" by Goonie had been playing.

"Oh, I didn't think ya would actually come." He said lowly before stepping back from the door. The door opened a little bit more, just enough for the girls to walk in.

When they entered, the door quietly closed behind them. The room was lit with dimly lit LED lights that were blue at the moment.

"Where's the other one?" Serenity asked.

"In the bathroom," Namil answered before taking a drag of his blunt and lying down on the bed. "Sit down or something. Ya look mad uncomfortable just standing there like maniquíes."

"You should come sit by me, mamá." Namil had a smirk on his face as he looked Serenity up and down. He was like a viper waiting for its food.

"Go sit over there," Serenity whispered, pointing to the bed that was across from Namil's bed. Marshell was a bit skeptical but she did it anyway. Listening to Namil finally, she would sit down on the bed with him.

"Okay, I'm ready." The bathroom door swung open and there was Wes. He looked out of breath, as if he were hurrying to get ready.

"Ya late, estúpido." Namil said. Wes just sucked his teeth and made his way over to Namil and snatched the blunt from his hand.

"No more of this, okay?"

"You ain't my dad." Namil furrowed his eyebrows, "Serenity, can you get my blunt back for me, por favor?"

"Nigga, that's yours isn't it? Go get it back." Serenity spoke up, having a slight smile on her face while Namil laid there. She looked at Marshell and her eyes darted over to Wes to give her a hint but Marshell just quickly shook her head "no."

"Uh, instead of arguing," Serenity interjected, "let's just . . . play a game or something."

"¿Un juego?"