Two Faces One Escape (Re-editing)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Omari Sha'Jai Perez/Benjamin
18 years old
Jacksonville, Florida 📍
Later on
(Excuse any typos)

I decided not to get her this time, I mean, I'm all about the element of surprise. She got me good with the castor oil. My stomach was all fucked up. Lately she's been on my mind. I never had someone like her, she's sweet and genuine. That's my lil' mama. I know it's strictly an attraction based thing for her but I don't know how to feel.

"Yo'! Wassam? Come on in." The young man nods before walking into the small shed seeing smoke and everything imaginable. I mean bongs, vapes, and brownies. He could get used to that. Dapping the much taller man up, he sits on the couch seeing posters and everything.

"Man, I ain't know you got down like this Omari. It's nice in here." The taller man nods before taking a pull from the rather large blunt. Handing it to the boy who just left practice, he takes a pull before handing it back.

"So what you and Jennavieve a thing?" Taking a small pull, he blows the air from his nose while the other young man watches. He was a cool guy, so he thought. I mean, who hides a girl's inhaler while she runs around a huge stadium football field? Pushing her around like a ragdoll? Omari hated bullies, but Benny despises them.

"We chillin', not much going. Why?" The young man shrugs while Benny passes him the stick. The young man looked around the shed before licking his lips. He wasn't bad looking but his attitude made him look so ugly. He had the prettiest milk chocolate skin, dark brown siren eyes, a wide nose decorated by gold jewelry, a small mustache, dreads that covered his face, and big plump lips. Jenna used to have a huge crush on him before she found out what he was really like. It's okay to have confidence but being cocky is two different things.

"Nothing, just you wining and dining her. I figured y'all must really be fucking with each other." Handing him the blunt, he takes a pull while Benny's nose flared and his jaw clenched tightly. "Yeah we cool, nothing too much going. Why you like her or some?" The young boy laughs immediately before handing the blunt back. He couldn't like someone like her. His reputation would be ruined.

"Naww, I mean she was okay I guess. Ian' really noticed her but Cassidy- umm, never mind but this that good shi'." Benny's head tilted slightly examining the young man. His hand clutched his leans tightly. Avoiding eye contact? The shivers when his hand accidentally touched his from passing? Oh hell no.

"Mhmm, you can tell me. I mean, we chilling." Gontae nodded with a gulp as he listened to the taller boys voice. It was deeper more sultry than usual. "Cassidy don't really fuck with her. I don't know why but she hates that girl. So she got some people to get her bag and take her inhaler while she ran the field. They poured milk on her and we just pushed her around some, that's it. Once I saw someone kick her in her stomach, I immediately stopped everything." Nodding slowly, he blows out a breath while his hand balled up in a tight fist. Counting to ten, he smiles before taking the blunt back.

"Oh-"

"Yeah, I'm sorry though. I helped her once I saw she couldn't move and she couldn't breathe properly." Nodding once again, he smiled a smile that could have the fearless clutching their weapons. He chuckled loudly while his hand balled into a fist so hard his nails punctured his palm. "You good, man?" Looking in worry, the young man touched his arm to break him out his trance causing him to scoot away from his touch. "I can go if you want me to-"

"No, you coo'. It's fine."

"So y'all not together or anything?" Benny looked over at the young boy seeing him finally give him eye contact. Eww. "No, why?" Gontae shrugs before exhaling his breath slightly. "Nothing just-"

"You like me or some?" The young boy shakes his head immediately in rebuttal while Benny chuckles. "I seen you not looking me in my eyes, swallowing hard, stuttering, it's coo'-"

"Man, Ian' gay." The boy quickly got up and sized up the taller man who sat on the couch unfazed. "Ian' called you gay-"

"Then what you implying?!" Who is he yelling at?

"Chill out, I'm not being rude. It's obvious at least around me." The young man blows out a breath as he looked around. Staring at the taller male, he licked his lips before shaking his head. "I gotta go man-"

"Why? Just stay." Taking out a bottle, he sets it on the table before pouring the very bitter liquid in two solo cups. Handing one to the other boy, he takes it from his hands before taking a light sip. Benny nods with a smile before lifting the cup to the boy's mouth causing him to gulp the whole thing.

"She t-thinks she runs the school! Ha! All she does is party, fuck, and snorting shi' up her nose. I don't know if you like Jenna." Taking a gulp with a solo cup in his hand, he roughly wiped his face before looking deeply into the other males eyes. "But watch out for her, Cassidy hates her-"

"Who all was there?" Gontae takes another sip before burping loudly causing Benny to scrunch his face up in disgusts.

"Meeee, Cassidy, her best friends, and Cee, and Zae! Meeee! Mhmm, yup! You look mad good right now." Benny's eyebrows raised hearing him slur from his drunken lips with a smirk. "I'm not g-gay but damn." Benny quickly hopped off the couch almost tripping over his two feet before pacing back and forth. The boy hiccuped as Benny lowkey gagged. "Where you going-"

"Uhhh, yeah that's nice. Drink some more."
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"I-I'm sleepy. I have to go back h-home. I'm hungry."

"Just stay here." The young boy nods before laying back on the couch with a yawn.

"Stupid ass."
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Smiling at his hard work, his fingers brushed over the portrait of the sticky liquid. "She likes butterflies." Taking his fingers, he makes the wing of the butterflies before he reaches in for more liquid. Dipping his hand in the bucket, he hums loudly while the sounds of crickets chirping in his ears annoyed him. "I'll let this dry."

"Heavy ass." Pulling the heavy dead weight around. He takes the shovel from the ground that held it tight and digs a hole.

Wrapping the weight up in a plastic trash bag, he grunts seeing something. Taking the championship ring off his finger. He puts the heavy metal in his pocket before stuffing the ring deep. Covering the bag, he slides the dirt into the pit. 
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"Lasagna?" His nose quivers smelling the familiar scent he knew all too well. Seeing the red cheesy solid, he walks over to the stove seeing it still smoking as if it just came from the oven. Opening the drawer, he takes the biggest serving spoon and dips into the hot red gooeyness of the Italian dish. Eating it straight from the serving spoon, he mumbles while his ears twitched hearing small footsteps.

"Mar?" The young man froze hearing that name, but that wasn't him. Why did he have to be a simple thought? Why couldn't he breathe air like everyone else in their own body? How come he only exists just by being someone else's traumatic help? Why couldn't he have a physical body?

"Ouuu, momma gonna get you for eating out her pot." The young man rolled his eyes before dipping back into the long rectangular dish. "Hm." Holding the spoon out, the young boy walks over taking a bite from the plastic rather large spoon as his "brother". "Thank you Benny." The young man looked down with his eyes wide seeing the boy walk out of the kitchen with his blanket in tow before he could ask how he knew.

"Thank you Benny?" How the hell?"