Adrian Likes Julius

III

The rest of school week was a blur with nothing significant happening other than going to classes and fooling around with his boys after school. Also, a lot of marijuana. He smoked a lot of marijuana.

His phone was ringing, disturbing his recovery from last night.

"Pick up your damn phone." Jesus groaned from his spot on the floor between the couch Adrian was sleeping on and the coffee table that was covered in cups and small amounts of weed.

Adrian moaned, sitting up groggily. He looked at the coffee table where the phone was buzzing. Catching the name, he squinted.
"It's Julius."

"I thought they had track practice?" Jesus questioned siting up, probably too disturbed to sleep now.

Adrian picked up his phone, looking at the time. "It's three, my nigga."

His friend yawned. "Oh shit. Where's Chris? Why he ain't come back?"

The dread head shrugged in response, yawning as well. Last night the three of them got very fucked up and watched movies, making an absolute mess.

Adrian picked up his phone when it rang again. 
"What do you want?" He spat, raspy voice deeper than usual since waking up. He was upset because yesterday in class Julius was being a dick when they were trying to work together. It was a total fail.
Julius chuckled. "Someone sounds mad."

"What do you want?" Adrian repeated, annoyed. His head was pounding and Julius's voice wasn't making it better.

"Alright, so I'm wanna talk to you."

".... Where?"

"Meet me at the café by the bus stop in twenty minutes."

Adrian rolled his eyes. That was so not his scene.
"Whatever." He hung up before Julius could say anything else, tossing his phone on the couch.
"What he want?" Jesus nosily questioned.

The stoner shrugged, debating whether or not to blaze one. "Something about wanting to speak to me."

Jesus rolled his hazel eyes. "I'm just gonna lay here and continue to sleep til you get back."

Adrian had already gotten up, moving to his drawer to pull out some money and a blunt. He moved back over to his couch, plopping down.

"Go get yourself some food." He handed Jesus a ten. "I know you can't stand the shit in my fridge."

Jesus happily took it. "Good looks, bro."

Adrian picked up his lighter, still tired. "Mmhm..." He sparked his joint, inhaling from the drug twice deeply. Handing it off to Jesus, he stood and moved into the bathroom, washing the crust out of his eyes and brushing his teeth.
He walked past Jesus to retrieve the remainder of his blunt, moving into his room.

Adrian sat on his bed for about five minutes smoking the rest down in silence before quickly throwing on a pair of sweats without boxers underneath and a clean T-shirt before leaving his room.

"I don't know when imma be back, bro. So lock the door." He instructed Jesus before tossing his keys to him.

"Have fun." Jesus winked as Adrian shut the door behind him with a teeth suck.
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"I been here waiting for about twenty minutes." Was what he was greeted with after locating the light skinned male in the near empty coffee shop.