#AbelLivingThatTrillLife
*Girl, it's gone cause of you
It's been gone cause of you.*
When I open the door, Abel looks up and immediately frowns.
He gets ready to say something but I stop him, "Before you say anything just listen for a sec."
He shut his mouth and nods, "Okay, so it has come to my attention that you have been rude to Ms. Evans. Mr. Tesfaye."
He lifts an eyebrow up and gives me a weird look, "I wouldn't say I was rude." He said slowly.
"I think that you and Ms. Evans should talk it over. And maybe you should apologize for hurting her feelings. And then you two could go out or something. Sort of like.........a date." I lower my eyes.
"I'm not sure my girlfriend would like that."
"I'm sure she won't mind. I mean you guys are friends, for now." I look behind me and see Luciana looking down at floor.
"Delani, can I talk to you." He stands up and I tell Luciana that I'll be right back. I walk to the far corner of the room and he follows me.
"What in the hell, are you doing?" He whisper yells.
"She knows Abel."I whisper.
"What do you mean."
"She knows about us and she threatened to get me kicked out if school if I don't stop what we have. I had to think quick so I offered to help her get with you so she wouldn't think that me and you have something."
"So what, I'm suppose to act like I like her."
I frown and nod, "Yeah, but only for awhile though. At some point you can say that you really don't feel the same."
He runs his hands over his face, "I really don't like this idea."
"Me either. But this is all I could think of. I'm sorry."
"No, don't apologize baby. You had to do something." He sighs, "Alright I'll pretend, but only for a little while then I'm breaking things off with her." I nod and he walks back over to her.
I walk over to Abels desk and grab my things, it would be weird for me to just stay here while they talk.
Before I walk out the door, Luciana grabs my arm. "Thank you so much, Delani." She smiles.
I force a smile, "No problem."
I walk out and frown, Luciana is really crazy. Maybe to the point of being psycho.
I walk down the hallway mumbling the words to Drake's song know yourself. I'm looking down at my feet stepping in all the boxes. When I look up I see Julia and her boyfriend Matty sucking each other's face off.
Literally
I don't know what Matty sees in her. I mean I know him since he plays on the football team. He is a really nice and smart guy. But like what is it that he likes about her.
Julia is wearing really really short shorts and a spaghetti strap crop top.
Ew.
I try not to look disgusted and walk past them. "Oh, well if it isn't Ms. Running for homecoming." I hear Julia say breathlessly.
I roll my eyes and flick her off, while walking.
"Lani." I turn around and see Matty looking at me.
"Yes?"
"When are you coming back to practice. We miss you man."
I smile at him, "I'm actually thinking about making an appearance tomorrow."
"Awesome, I'll see you tomorrow." He winks at me and I salute him and walk away, hearing Julia scolding him."
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"You sing it Drake, 'I don't trust these b*tches. They might catch me slipping'." I sing while swaying side to side on my bed.
I may have possibly drunk half a bottle of whiskey. Or more. I don't remember and I can't find the bottle. It probably went back to its hometown Narnia. I know if I was from Narnia and I was brought to this world I would want to go back. Because Narnia, has talking lions.
Rawr.
But, um yeah. I know I shouldn't have been drinking, whiskey especially because, whiskey is like really really strong. But I couldn't help it, my mind was swarming with thoughts and the bottle was just right there.
Well it wasn't right there per say but it was close to where right there would be. Meaning that it was in the alcohol cabinet.
Yeah, we have an alcohol cabinet. Well Maribeth does, she doesn't know that I drink and im pretty sure she doesn't want me drinking. She did in fact put a lock on it and she has a key to open it.
Little does she know I made a copy of it. So I have full access to the cabinet. And I always choose the ones she don't drink cause she won't miss them. Most of the alcohol she gets are gifts and she never drinks them. You can't waste good liquor.
I drop onto my bed and hear my phone start ringing.
I fumble for the remote for my stereo and shut it off, and answer my phone.
"Hello, welcome to McDonald's. How may I take your order?" I lay back down and close my eyes.
"Are you drunk?" He doesn't even say hello or how are you doing or anything.
Rude little child.
"Why do you think I'm always drunk?" I yawn.
"When you say things like that you usually are."
"That's not what the lion says."
"What lion?"
"The lion from Narnia." I say and yawn again.
"Uh okay, come open the door. I've been standing out here for about ten minutes."
"Climb through the window."
"I'm not climbing through your window. That would be weird."
"Ugh, you old people are so lazy. I'll be there in una momentos." I hang up and stay in bed for a little longer. Dreaming that Drake is proposing to me on a cloud.
Ooo that would be nice.
After realizing that would never happen I get up and walk to the front door. I open it and Abel gives me an annoyed look, "Took you long enough."
"Sorry, Drake was proposing."
"Oh, really." He says and walks past me to my kitchen. "What did you say?"
"I said he could be my sugar daddy." I shrug and follow him. I get on the counter and lay on it as if it was my bed.
Abel opens my fridge and takes out a bottle of water and hands it to me.
"Thank you captain." I sit up and reach for him. "Carry me."
He rolls his eyes, playfully and walks over to me and picks me up bridal style.
"You're so heavy." He groans.
"What. I'm as light as a feather. I can soar in the sky when the wind comes." I poke his nose and pinch it. "You have a small nose."
"Do I?" He sets me on my bed.
I open the bottle of water and drink it. "Yeah, like a bunny. Oink Oink."
"That's a pig."
"I know but, I don't know what sound a bunny makes." I pout.
Abel gets in the bed with me and lays down, "I'm so tired." He mumbles.
"Me too. Life is exhausting."
He chuckles and pulls me close to him, "Do not throw up on me or in the bed."
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Sigh.
Toodles.
XoTwOd.
(1225 words)
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