90210 (Travi$ Scott)

19• Pure Enough

"WE WON!!!!" Miyah yelled as she hugged her teammates.

"Watch us win next time though!" I said.

"Yoooooooo." Jamal started.

We rolled our eyes. "What?"

"I know a place-" I interrupted him.

"Y'all can go. I'm tired and feel like going home to chill or watch some Netflix."

"What? Why? We just started. It's only been about two hours." Jesse said while frowning.

"I know but I'm just tired."

"You still going to the movies, right?" Jay asked as he kicked a penny on the floor.

"Of course. I'll see you guys then. K?"

"Alright!" Miyah said. They all hugged me.

"I'll drive you home." Jesse pulled out his car keys and we left out the building and into his car.

"You sure you just need to cool down? You seem a little off." We peeled out of the parking lot.

"Yeah!" I smiled. "What makes me seem off?"

"Don't know. You're a little distant. I mean, we are getting to know each other but you just don't seem like the type to act like this."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I looked at him weirdly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"I'm not offended or anything but I'm just confused as to why you made that comment."

"I don't know... Sorry."

"It's cool." He dropped me off at the dry cleaners and I made it home.
I picked up my phone and called Jacques.

*Phone Call*

Jack: What?
Me: That's not how you pick up the phone now is it. *awkward chuckle*
Jack: What do you want?
Me: Just checking up on you...
Jack: I'm fine. Bye.
Me: Wait!
Jack: -.- Whattttt?
Me: Whatchu up to?
Jack: Nothing.
Me: You are doing something!
Jack: Like what?
Me: Talking to your best friend.
Jack: mhm.
Me: You wanna watch a movie with me?
Jack: I thought you were with your group.
Me: Nah, got bored. We can pack for L.A if you want. It's up to you.
Jack: No, I'm chillin'.
Me: .____. Pleaseeee? I miss my friend.
Jack: I'm busy.
Me: Doing what?
Jack: Eating.
Me: Eating what?
Jack: Stop asking me questions.
Me: *sigh*
Jack: Do you have any food?
Me: Yeah, wh-
Jack: I'll be there in less than twenty minutes

*End Of Phone Call*

I threw my phone on the couch and rolled my eyes. Fat ass bitch coming here to eat. Can't talk to nobody but bout to come over here and eat my damn apartment.