A Quiet Place

3.

Blake Brielle Woods

Well that makes sense, I mean she was answering and reacting to the things we were saying. Kha'Mazi signs something to her twin before standing up and grabbing her bag.

I speak up, "Where you goin"

She was about to sign but realized I don't know sign language. She puts two fingers indicating a blunt and puts it to her lips.

I kind of sit up, now excited, "Oh, you smoke? Can I come."

She sighs before nodding.

I smile and tell Jordan not to wait for me after school. I tell Carson bye and trail behind Kha'Mazi to her car. When we get to her car, she holds up the aux cords questioningly. I smile and nod before grabbing it.

I scroll through my playlists before asking, "Any specific genre?" I look at her.

She shakes her head.

I hum and turn on PND. I hum to the song and look over at Kha'Mazi. She's really pretty but you can tell she has restless nights- or at least I can tell. I hope she's alright and I hope I can be a positive impact on her life. I squint my eyes when I see something black behind her ear kind of.

I ask her, "Can I touch you?"

She side eyes me before nodding her head slowly.

I move her locs away from her ear. She has a tattoo, a semi colon butterfly. I frowned.

She purses her lips before pointing to her forearm with her head. I carefully move her sleeve up, so I don't make us crash. When I lift her sleeve I see that her whole arm is covered in tattoos. But behind the tattoos you can see scars. She tried to cover them up.

I look at her, "Are you okay?"

She smiles sadly before pulling into a parking spot at the park. She pulls her phone out and type, 'I will be, in due time.'

I smile sadly before hugging her, obviously catching her off guard. She stiffens before relaxing and hugging me back.

She pulls back from the hug to grab her phone. She types out, 'grab the pre rolls from out da compartment'. I open it and grab a mason jar full of pre rolls.

I look at it shocked, "Yo mom knows you have these and that you smoke?"

She shakes her head and type out, 'My dukes dead and my sperm donor is in prison😊. Grace knows i smoke tho'

I frown, "I'm sorry."

She smiles a little then types, "Don't be, its ok."

I smile sadly at her, "Soo, whose grace?"

She types, 'The lady that adopted me n my twin'

I look at her shocked, "Thats yo twin!? Y'all don't look nothing alike."

She shakes her head in amusement, ' Fraternal twin'

she types again, ' You play basketball ri? tell me abt it'

I get excited since I get to talk about the sport I love. The whole time I'm talking she nods and passes the blunt back and forth.

After about 45 minutes of me talking about basketball she touches my arm.

"What?" I ask.

She types out, 'Im hungry, you hungry?'

I get excited again cause I love food, "Yess."

She nods and types out, 'Where you wanna go?'

I think, "Chic fil a."

She nods and pulls out the parking lot.