Me, You & Hennessy

MU&H8.

Levianna Stevenson.

Last period comes around and I'm just about ready to leave. My head is adjusted onto my elbows as I try to even keep my eyes open. Mr. Troy showed us a video of whales in their natural habitats, and if that's not boring I don't know what it.

The bell finally rings, I toss my bag over my shoulders and flee into the hall before everyone crowds the halls. Wesley is waving at me from the bleachers inside the gym. I cross the hall in a quick matter and go to sit right next to him.

Today was one of those days where I had to stay after school for Michael and Leon as they practiced new basketball skills. It was some type of clinic that wasnt mandatory for varsity players, but was highly recommended. So you could only imagine why they were there.

Wesley hands me his phone and its open to a news story. I place my bag down and sit with him as he waits for me to read the story. I zoom in on the screen and begin reading the story.

Around 4 am on North Charelston street, pedestrian of the local area identified as Christopher Brown, was struck by a drunk driver. An ambulance was called at the scene, the driver how ever has not been identified. Christopher was said to be under the influence of alcohol himself and was running through the streets chanting what had sounds like 'these hoes ain't loyal'. However, he is fine and should return home from the hospital Tuesday morning. If you have any additional information on this incident, please call the number below.

"I think you should stay away from him, now what if you were with him!" Wesley says snatching his phone from me.

"But I wasnt." I point out. This happened after he left my house that night. I had to admit that I was a little nervous, I was hoping he was okay despite of how he ruined my night.

"Okay. Whatever." He replies softly. I begin to watch the guys warm up.

"I don't wanna hang with him anyways, he does too much." I look inside of my bag and take out some homework to begin on.

"Good. Start hanging out with me again and we should have no problems." He shrugs.

"Wanna know the only thing thats killing me..."  My words drift as I look at Wes. "He's so damn fine."

"No matter how cute, he can always get the boot. Come on say it with me bitch." Wesley snaps and I crack a smile.

"No matter how cute, he can always get the boot." We say in sync then high five each other.

Christopher Brown.

"Mama Im alright." I say as she helps me into my place.

"You have bruises and I think they still need some ice boy." She say dropping her purse and examining my torso.

"Ma, that's what they did at the hospital chill." I say as she looks up to me.

"Fine. Let me get a drink before I leave." She says heading to the fridge.

"Wait I'll get you something." I say jogging past her. She opens the fridge and she almost chokes.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hit you over the head with one of these bottles!" She yells. "You not 21 ans your not supposed to be drinking Christopher." She says slamming the fridge.

"My place, my roof, my rules." I say following her to the door.

"It worries me that there's atleast twenty damn bottles in there! What are you doing to yourself!" She throws her purse onto her shoulder and reaches the door.

"Im fine that's what I need when I need to wine down for the day!" I exclaim as she slams the door in my face.

Levianna Stevenson.