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"I'm getting light headed, I'm about to go outside." I told my homeboy, Jab
My friend group had dragged me to a party, but it was too hot, and too much smoke. My head was starting to hurt
"You want somebody to come witchu?" He asked, and I shook my head no
That would defeat the whole purpose of me stepping out, I needed some me time
"It's fine." I said as he handed me a mini water bottle
"See if that make you feel better and call me if sum pop off." He said, doing a "call me" gesture with his hand
"Okay, thank you, Jab."
I started walking away from my group, and seeped into the crowd of people
Finally, I made it out and finally felt like I could breathe. I went to the side of the house and sat down in the dirt with my back against the wall
Although I could finally breathe, my head was still hurting and my chest was burning due to me drinking
I only had a couple of shots, but I was lightweight, then again I never ever got drunk
"Fuck." I cursed under my breath, I was starting to feel nauseous as ever
My mouth started to water, and I gagged. Quickly, I turned my head and began to throw up right next to myself
While I was throwing up, the smell of weed hit my nose, but I wasn't focusing on that
Vomit continuously came out of my mouth, and my stomach was hurting
I should've ate before I came
"You good?" I heard a voice
The voice sounded familiar, but I didn't want to turn around and throw up on my clothes
Once I finally stop repulsing, I turned while wiping my bottom lip and seen Sergio
"Um, yeah." I said with unsureness in my voice, what else would I say?
"No, you ain't. You ate sum?" He asked
He looked so good standing over me, he had a fat blunt in one hand and the other on his jeans that were sagging
Also, he was Slenderman type of tall, and just looked so sexy
"I mean I was about to." I started to fidget with my fingers because I didn't know how to hold conversation with randoms
He let out a laugh. "'Bout to what? They ain' got no food in dea."
"It's not funny." I spoke under my breath
"Ride wit' me to America's Best Wings." He put his hand out for me to grab, but I only frowned
"You're a criminal, I'm not going anywhere with you."
