Super Rich Kids

7. Pig

Paris

"So why people call you Coolie?" She asked, a question many always wonder.  I chuckled slightly, not really knowing how to explain the concept of how I inherited the nickname "coolie" as a kid.

"Well, I'm Jamaican but I have some Indian descent in my family.  So in Jamaica, when you have Indian and Jamaican in you, they call you a coolie. But not a lot of people like the name coolie since it's kinda like the equivalence of calling someone a nigger.  It pretty much was what people got called if they're an unskilled worker from Asian countries."  I explained, all in one breath as Chynna bobbed her head slowly taking in the new information.  

"Ohhhh.  No wonder your hair is just so damn amazing, you lil biracial cutie." she giggled, gawking over my hair as she stared in complete awe.  I could tell she wanted to touch it, and being that I was feeling shawty was the only reason I let it happen.

"You can touch it, if you want." I smiled, as she her eyes lit up with joy.  She gently ran her fingers through my hair, as I pulled her closer.  My hands trailing to her lower back as she leaned in closer.

"Ayo, the feds are outside!" Robb called out loudly, waving to the DJ to cut the music.  I snapped my head into the direction of the front door and noticed Robb wasn't lying, as I could already see people running outside.  Lights were flashing as sirens blared loudly in a continuous loop.  Chynna's grip tightened on my arm, as I pulled her closer to me.  I could tell she was scared and wanted to leave the party immediately. 

"We need to go." She whispered, looking up at me as I nodded my head understandingly.  I quickly grabbed her arm as we began rushing towards the front door to flee.  Once outside, an array of red cups and empty liquor bottles littered Adrienne's front lawn.  The Police were already trying to threaten some with their pepper spray as most people ran towards their cars to escape without possible consequences. 

"Do you have a ride home?" I asked her, as she nodded her head quickly.   I would offer to bring her home, but I knew Lewis was still inside somewhere.  "Text me when you get home alright." I smiled weakly, wishing the night hadn't ended so fast like this.

"Bye Coolie." She winked as a smile spread across her face. She then wasted no time to finally kiss my lips passionately before hurrying across the street to her car.  I turned back around towards the house to find my younger brother, and get the hell out of Adrienne's house before things turned sour.  I looked around noticing people still in the house as the police began to come inside shouting orders left and right. 

"What the fuck are you doing here still boy? The party is over." The beer gut white man stated sternly.  "All you little niggers in here seem to think this is all joke." he added rudely.  I sighed trying my best to keep my composure to avoid my name from becoming a hashtag.  I clenched my teeth since I knew I would say something smart and have my ass locked up real quick.

I ignored the cops vulgar comments as I headed up the stairs towards Adrienne's room.  From what I had been hearing all night, she and had been up there with Lewis since the party begun.  I wouldn't be surprised if he was still up here, all Lewis ever talked about was Adrienne as if he were her biggest fan.

I banged on the door calling Lewis as the cop from earlier began to follow right along up the staircase towards me.  I rolled my eyes annoyingly banging a bit harder as I got agitated the closer he got towards me.

"Why the hell are you still in here?" he growled, trying to intimidate me, all though he wasn't doing that good of a job.  He was much shorter than me, all though it was obvious he was a good hundred pounds heavier than I am.  His pale skin was red with anger as the navy button up shirt he wore, choked his neck and barely covered the bulging belly in front of him.

"I'm looking for my brother." I respond in annoyance as I sucked my teeth hoping the cop would just leave me alone.  I could tell he was trying to have me arrested.  As if it were a game for cops to determine who could get as many black teens in jail, and see who wins.  "Could you just get off my dick, bra." I demanded, pushing past him as he tried to get in front of me. 

"You know what you little shit, put your hands behind your back.  You're under arrest for abusing a cop. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney and to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you at no cost. During any questioning, you may decide at any time to exercise these rights, not answer any questions, or make any statements."  My heart dropped as he slapped the handcuffs onto my wrist tightly.  He screamed my Miranda Rights loud enough for the entire party to hear as he pushed me back down the stairs. 

Once down the stairs, I looked around at the entire first floor of Adrienne's house trashed.  There had to have been a good two or three hundred people inside at one point, by the looks of the place. Not a single soul stayed in the living room or kitchen.  The cop continued forcing me out the house until we were back outside.

In horror I saw a few of my friends resisting restraint as the other police officers drag them into their cruisers.  Vanessa screamed violently to be freed as Robb had complete rage in his eyes as he was stuffed inside the back of the cop car.  I looked around helplessly for Lewis, hopping he wasn't arrested as I shouted Vanessa's name. 

"Nessa! Where is Lewis?!" I yelped, trying to get my words out before I was jammed into the cop car.

"I'm not sure! Last time I seen him, he was with-"  She had tears rushing from her eyes as she hollered loudly.  Before she could finish her sentence the police shoved her into back of the car.  My head was throbbing uncontrollably as I could feel beads of sweat rushing down my forehead.  I'm getting arrested and don't even know where the hell my little brother was.  I already pictured the look of disappointment as my parents would lecture me with un-amused facial expressions.  They would be even more mad if they found out both of their son's were in jail on top of that.

I squeezed my eyes shut trying to clear my mind from all the negstivd thoughts flooding my head.  The first thing that came to mind was Chynna, and if she got home safe as my phone began to vibrate in my pocket.  I was dying to answer the phone, but I had no way possible with the handcuffs slapped to my wrist and the dirty cops hands squeezing my arms.

"I'm taking your ass to the station.  Better hope someone has enough to get you out." The cop snarled with a disgusting laugh to follow. I groaned resting my head on the window as I mentally prepared my self for everything to follow.