West Side Highway (A$ap Rocky)

12• Absent

Grandma finally got home from work, settled down in the kitchen and the school called saying that I was absent in all periods.

"You skippin' school!?" She tossed the house phone in anger.

"I just didn't go! Where was Denzel gonna go if no one was home!?" I said.

Denzel came in. "Ms. Lewis. It's not her fault. If anything I should take the blame."

She looked at him. "Oh!?"

"Yes ma'am. Toni ain't do nothing. I'm sorry for causing trouble." He hung his head down.

Denzel and I know damn well he's putting on an act.

"Don't worry about it, baby." She said softly. "Just don't do it again. Alright?"

"Alright." Denzel and I said in unison.

"Anyway, it's getting late. Toni, you have to wake up early."

"Where is he going to go?" I asked.

"He's going to school with you." She fixed her a bowl of salad and started munchin' on them damn leaves.

Denzel started cussing under his breath and made a stank face. I held in my laughter.

"Well ok. I'm going to bed! Goodnight everyone." I took a shower and hit the sheets.

• 2:19 a.m •

   Grandma didn't like the idea of Denzel sleeping on the floor or in the bed with me so he's sleeping on the futon in the living room.
   Minutes passed and I couldn't sleep, getting up at weird times and not going to school fucked up my sleep schedule. I have to get up at 5:40 and I have less than four hours to sleep.
I continued to think about life until I heard something that made my heart drop.

"Toni!" Someone whisper shouted from my fire escape.

I laid still.

"Toni! It's Rocky!"

This nigga best ta leave cuz I'm not opening the damn window. It's early as hell and I got a nigga at my window. For what? Nope.

"Fine. I'll let myself in." He opened the window and climbed in my room. I pretended to be asleep. "Aw. You sleepin'."

If this nigga don't get out!!!

I squinted my eyes and saw that he had a blanket, pillows, and snacks with him. Only he would pull some shit like that.
He laid one of the blankets that he left here on the floor and put the pillows and blanket on top.
He plugged his phone charger to the wall and connected to our wifi. NIGGA!!!!! And then he started crunching on the chips ahoy cookies he had. All I heard was some Rick Ross grunts and crunching.
If bugs come in my room in fucking his ass up.

"Ow." He hit his head on my dresser. I held in my laughter.

I got two niggas and my grandma in an apartment. Where they do that at? Here, obviously.
Rakim climbed up to my bed and gave me one of his pillows.

"Don't want your neck to hurt." He smiled and tucked the pillow under my head.

He's a softy at heart. Under all the drugs and "hustler" exterior, he's the nicest thing ever. I'm thankful that I have a friend like him but I swear to god if bugs come in here I'm knocking them shits off his head.