Thug Life

Chapter 6: It's a Party

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       It's been about 3 weeks since me and Ronnie first met. We're officially a couple now. Everyone at school knows about us, and I've gotten really accustom to the hustling type lifestyle. But I have more important things to worry about. For example, senior prom is in 2 weeks, and I still don't have a date, even though Ronnie's eventually gonna ask me.... I'm just waiting on his cheesy way of doing it.

I woke up to my phone ringing the song 'My boo', Ronnies ringtone. I answered it sleepily. It was Saturday, and I had planned on sleeping in, yet he was calling 4:00 in the morning!

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey bae, wassup?"

"Nothin'.. it's four o'clock in the morning, why are you calling me this early?" I said groaning, I was irritated because he'd interrupted my beauty sleep for some bullshit 'wassup'.

   He laughed.

"I was just up thinkin' 'bout you, I had to call you." He said. I could tell he was smiling.

"Nigga, go to sleep and dream about me then, don't wake me up early for this shit! I'm goin back to bed, goodnight!" I said rolling my eyes.

"Wait!" He pleaded.

"What?"

"I just..... Miss you, can I come over later?" He asked. I scoffed.

"Really?" I said. Sarcastically.

"Yeah, I really do." He said, still laughing.

"Aight, just don't call me for some stupid reason."

"I see you ain't a morning person.... But aight, bye." He said.

I hung up, and I went back to sleep.

I woke up at about 3:30 in the afternoon. I'd really slept in! I took a shower, brushed my teeth, did my hair and makeup and everything. I decided to wear my blue hollister shirt, my black varsity jacket, some white True Religion Jeans, my blue and white ATL snapback with 'BAD.' stitched on it, and some blue and black jordans. I was lookin' fresh to death, as always!

      I remembered Ronnie wanted to come over. I texted him to come now.

I walked out of my room, to the kitchen, to see my mother passed out on the floor. I shook her to wake her up.

"What the fuck are you doin here?!" I asked, already annoyed just by her presence.

"I'm ah hum." She mumbled mixing words. As usual, she was Drunk as fuck!

"Dawg! You need to go to rehab! You should be ashamed of yourself! You stink, you look horrible, your a horrible mom, and nothin but a drunk!" I yelled.

"Shut the fuck up! I ain't goin no where!" She screamed.

"It's either go to rehab, or go to jail, cause, I'll report yo ass to social services in the blink of an eye!" I screamed. I was heated!

"Ok, fine!" She yelled, before slamming the door shut, and before I knew it, she was gone.

       I shook my head, cleaning up the mess of couch pillows, glasses, and vodka bottles she'd made. I'd began to calm down a bit after she'd left.