90210 (Travi$ Scott)

11• Head In The Clouds

   Jacques came in the kitchen and hit my arm.

"Ow! What!?" I said.

"Whatchu doin'." He asked.

"Minding my business. What do you want?"

"Mean ass hoe. I want a hug." He opened his arms.

I pushed him away and drank my juice. "Go on somewhe- go to sleep!"

"I'm not tired!"

"Man! Go do something then, stop bothering me."

"Did I do something? Is it that time of the month?" He frowned.

"No and no, I just wanna chill. Ain't nothing wrong. Promise." I groaned.

"Well Aite. Imma be in your room chillin'." He walked down the hall.

• 6:07 a.m •

   I tried to sleep but my mind was just going crazy. I'm excited, Ritz Carlton? It's legit.

"Sky!" Jacques whisper shouted next the me.

"What?" I said back.

"I can't sleep!"

"Me neither! Go away." I turned on my left side with my back facing him.

"Noooooo! Let's go do something!"

"Nigga! There's not a light outside and you wanna go out! Go. To. Sleep! I'm not playing with you."

   He stood up and yanked me off the bed. I fell to the ground hard.

"Shit!" He said. You ok!?"

"Jacques!" I hit his arm as he picked me up off the floor and sat me on the bed.

"I'm sorry! Are you ok!?"

"I'm good."

He hugged me and put me on his back.

"Stopppp! I just want to try to go to sleep!" I groaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Bitch, you choking me."

"Ain't the first time you choked."

He threw me on the couch. "On god you be trying my life."

"Not like h-." He cut me off.

"Shh! Stop talking."

   I sat on the couch quietly as he ran around my kitchen. I didn't ask what he was doing.

"Shit!" I said.

"What?" He looked my way.

"You don't have any clothes here!"

He looked at me sideways. "I'll just go to my house and get some."

I flipped him off. "Whatever!"

He chuckled. "You slow."

"No I'm not. I just wasn't-"

"Thinking. You weren't thinking." He said.

"Shut up! Oh my god, I remember why I hated you in 8th and 9th grade."

He sat next to me. "Oh yeah!! Why did you hate me? Your little group did. Y'all was a squad of hatin' ass hoes."

"Cuz you were just stupid and didn't watch what you said. You tried too hard to fit in."

"What!? How?" He poked my cheek.

"Remember that time when we were in eighth grade and those boys across the room were talking about my hair?"

"Oh..."

"He called me names and you and your group of friends added on to it and then you and that ugly ass boy made fun of that dark skinned girl that was in sixth grade. What y'all said to that girl was fucked up and I did cry." We were both serious now. "Her name was Za'Riyah, yeah. She added me on snapchat a couple months ago. Guess she got it from my Twitter and trust and believe her glow up was real as fuck. I didn't like how you put people down. Especially because of their skin tone or how they looked."

He looked down. "I know it. I saw her on Facebook. Beautiful girl. I guess I was just insecure and got tired of being bullied. One thing I like and learned about you is that so many people have fucked you over and hurt you and you NEVER sought revenge or did people wrong. You were always nice, kinda."

"Right."

"And I told my mom that night I called you out on your hair. I felt bad for you because in class, so many people said things right in front of your face and no one stood up for you, not even your friends. You could only look down, ignore it and pretend it didn't hurt you. My mom told me to apologize but I was scared to talk to you."

"Why?"

"Because..." He sniffed. "Because I didn't know how to approach a girl. It's different apologizing to a girl than a guy. I was self conscious because of how I looked and because I didn't know how to pull a girl like all the guys did. Skylar, I know it's late but I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how much it hurt you. In tenth grade we just randomly became the best of friends without addressing the issue."