It's a funny thing how fate can bring two people together, especially when you're standing on the edge of a bridge.
A Scott Arceneaux Jr-$crim love story not for the faint of heart.
After much hesitation and a good twenty minutes of Scott begging me to go, I had finally gotten ready for the party. First a much needed shower was in order and then I had to tear apart all of my clothes I had brought with me to make a decent outfit. Scott insisted whatever was good enough, that I'd look pretty in anything I wore, but I kicked his ass out to the downstairs with Aristos while I got ready. Finally after what felt like forever I had decided on wearing a new shirt Scott had bought me with my ripped black skinny jeans and my new boots. Makeup was kept to a minimum seeing as I didn't bring much with me anyway and eventually I went to join the boys down in the living room.
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"Woah-this can't be the same girl we been chilling with the last two days can it? Sheeeesh." I roll my eyes playfully at Ari, scoffing as I sit beside Scott who was too occupied with racking up lines on the coffee table to even look up and notice. "Aye Scrim, at least give the lady a compliment will ya?" His head snaps up at that, looking over at me with a genuine smile on his face. "Damn, you look good. I mean, you always look good but, fuck." He rubs the back of neck nervously before returning his full attention back on the drugs. "Come on y'all lets pregame before we head out." We each do a line and take an Oxy, not wanting to overdo it before we even got there. "Fuck that's some good shit. Ayee Sunny, you gonna be fine, trust us, everyone is chill as fuck and no one will fuck with you knowing you with us. Got it?" I just rub at my nose, pretending like I wasn't actually deathly terrified and didn't even want to leave the house at all.
Scott insists he'll drive as I let Aristos sit up front with him seeing as I was just the tag along and everyone was wanting to see them anyways. "Bro don't even- I'ma let that slide for now but you ain't no fuckin' tag along girl. You our friend." I blush brightly at Ari's comment, thankful he couldn't see my face from up there. I'm also thankful the effects of the drugs had kicked in while on the short drive as it helped level out my anxiety just a smidge. When we pulled up to the house, there was cars littered all over the streets and music could be heard blaring from a mile away. I let the guys lead the way once we started to walk up but Scott took charge immediately, wrapping his arm around my waist and keeping me close to his side. I didn't mind it truthfully, but I also hoped it wasn't his way of claiming territory too soon. I didn't want to deal with all those confusing feelings and shit, I just wanted to have a good time and let loose for once.
Instantly we're greeted by a couple different guys, one who warmly introduces himself as Kyle while the other I swear he said his name was Meth. "Over there is Max and Kevin, or call him Pouya, his girl Coco and that's Ivan, but he likes to be called Ramirez." I just nod and smile politely at everyone while Ruby decides to detach himself and go mingle. Scott doesn't let up any as we weave through the crowds of people. The only time he actually leaves me alone is to ask if I wanted a drink after about an hour or so of meeting everyone. "Uh sure, surprise me." I smile at him, squeezing his arm as he leaves off to the kitchen area where all the booze was situated. "Hey girl, mind if I join ya?" I turn slightly, being met with the girl Scott had said was named Coco, the girlfriend of their friend Kevin. "Uh no go ahead. I'm Sunny." She shakes my hand with a slight smirk. "So how long have you and Scrim been a thing?" I chuckle softly, feeling uneasy already. "Oh um we just met actually."
