My rich boy

Chapter two

When I told Talia about my idea of inviting Tray to this party, she wasn't thrilled.

She never liked the west side kids, well actually it's more correct to say that no one ever liked them around here. But I thought everything would go fine since maybe they wouldn't recognize Tray.

To be completely honest even I don't know what came over me at that moment, I just wanted to see him again.

Something about him was endearing and... I don't really know why I offered, okay?

But as I stand in the middle of the living room the morning after I regret everything.

"My friends told me not to come to this fucked up part of town" he keeps grumbling as he looks around the couch for the fifth time "All my shit was in there fucking south side scums" he keeps going and really, I'm just standing there.

It's the morning after, nearly everyone spent the night here till a couple of hours ago. I'm left with a very mad Tray Swiz, looking around for his wallet.

I sigh not really saying anything because when I tried to tell him it must be around here he shouted at me to zip it and save it for his lawyer.

Dramatic much?

I try, really try, not to let it get to me and try to keep my composure as he calls my people names and looks for his fucking wallet.

"I had my license there and my car keys as well" he keeps going, I stay silent not really bothering until I see something shine behind the vase I have at the entrance. I walk towards it and sure enough it's his keys along with his wallet.

Which means, no one stole anything. Not his wallet and not his precious car keys.

I toss it at him, hitting him in the process "Ouch- oh" he coughs awkwardly as I open the door

"Hope you enjoyed the party, goodbye" I don't even bother to fake a smile waiting for him to get out

"Veronica-"

"Fuck off" I answer not looking at him as I get up the stairs. I hear the door shut behind me and I sigh of relief

I really shouldn't have invited him. I already have a bad headache because of the party, I still have to clean everything up and I fought with Clay just the night before. Last thing I needed was to be reminded of how much this part of town sucked and how we are all 'dirty scums from the south'

That was about my last straw.

I groan as I get on my bed, yawning and closing my eyes.

One thing was sure, Tray Swiz was never, ever setting foot in this house again.

***

"You know" Talia speaks entering my room

"How'd you get in?"

"I was thinking-" she starts, ignoring me. She sits on my bed munching on a bag of chips "Is that bag mine?" She nods "it's been sitting there for like a week" she looks at it and shrugs muttering a 'still good'

"I was thinking about our senior school trip. Do you think we'll do that?" I look at her confused

"Well, seeing as we barely have a functioning cafeteria I doubt it. I don't think our school has the funds" she groans spreading across the bed.

"But it's not fair, you know" she gets up suddenly again, I just watch her endeared "I keep coming across videos of people talking about their senior trip. And they all loved it. We deserve one too" she groans again making me laugh

"I mean maybe we'll have it? I don't know? It just seems improbable but who knows" I shrug "I gotta get to work, will you watch Stacy for the day please? I can't trust Clay with her today I don't know where he went... he usually tells me when he's out" Talia looks up at me and she smiles sympathetically