Cliché (ASAP Rocky and Tyler, The Creator Story) (On Hold)

IV

November 4, 2013
10:53 a.m.

Today wasn't my day. It hasn't been 'my day' since yesterday morning. My grandfather was getting sicker and sicker. I got to talk to him when my dad came back and I heard it in his voice. I tried not crying but it just didn't work. He promised me everything would be alright and that I could come see him after he gets released. I might go surprise him today but I don't know how that'll go.

"Ms. Gardens, are you alright? You've been kinda slacking today. What seems to be the problem?" Ms. Moretz asked squatting down in front of my desk.

"Yeah..I'm straight." I said nonchalantly.

"Are you sure there isn't anything wrong?"

"I'm positive." I said looking in her eyes. She nodded and stood up. "If you ever need me I'm here." She said quietly walking away.

Kasia hadn't come to school today. Neither did Tyler. I don't mean to sound like I'm talking shit about her but I'm glad she's not here. She can be a little too happy sometimes, although there's nothing wrong with that. I just need to be alone.

Checking my phone, I sighed. I would be in History right now but the teacher was out. That class gives me the impression of hell but I'd rather be in there than here. It was too loud and everyone was being childish and irritating Ms. Moretz. Poor lady.

"Z, you good?" Ferg asked sitting down next to me.

"Not really. But I'll be fine." I said tapping my pen on the desk.

"Come on now, I know when something's wrong witchu'." He said. I sighed. I honestly didn't feel like talking about this.

"My grandfather is in the hospital and I'm worried he might pass.." He looked at me and grabbed my hand. "He will be alright I promise." I nodded in secret disbelief. Deep down inside I'm terrified that this is his last time being in the hospital for good. And that isn't a good 'for good' either.

11:59 a.m.

"Z, he's gonna be okay don't beat yourself up. It ain't ya fault." Marty said.

"Yeah grandpops gon' be a'ight. Cheer up and eat your food." Ferg said.

I sighed and took a forkful out of my macaroni and cheese. I didn't wanna be this depressed but I was just worried.

He's been to the hospital way too many times. I don't want this to be his last time. And I mean that in a bad way.

Rakim came over and gave daps to Marty and Ferg. He sat across from me and winked at me. Smiling slightly, Marty and Ferg started to get hype.

"Aww shit, look at Pimp Flacko over there winkin' n' shit." Marty said.

"It's Pimp Lord Flacko to you." Rakim smirked. I laughed and shook my head.

"What you laughin' at miss? Same thing goes for you." He said looking over at me. I playfully rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I flagged him and looked down.

"So what's going down after school?" Ferg asked.

"Well I got some Purple.." Rakim said.

"Haze?" Tariq said sitting down next to Rakim.

"You always coming over when you hear about some weed, man." Marty said throwing his plastic fork at him.

"Blah, Blah, Blah." Mel said, sitting at the table.

I looked up and from my lap and all six of them filled the table.