Squad Tales - J•B

#Justdaya

Justin

"You should take it easy bro. Your liver will thank you later" I'm on top off the bar. Shirt off, pants sagging, chains dangling and my mind not giving a fuck.

"Screw off would you Khalil? I'm just having some fun" my words are slurred and my movements are sloppy. So sloppy that my drink spills right onto the head of an unsuspecting girl.

"Oh my gosh!" Comes her shrill hell and she looks up at me with wide, accusing eyes.

"F-fuck I'm s'sorry" I sit down carefully on the bar and snap my fingers several times to get the bartender's attention.

"My hair is ruined" she says with a pout and she's right. It is.

"Look ill pay for your dry cleaning bill and everything, I can't believe I-" she holds up her hand and I notice that it's a cute, dainty little thing. Sort of like her.

"Don't worry about it Justin. Just be more careful next time. You could've dropped it on that guy instead of me" she points to a scary looking dude who probably would've broken me in half like a toothpick.

"I didn't tell you my name, did I?" I can't remember much at the moment except for the fact that she looks vaguely familiar and that i'd like to touch her glowing brown skin.

"You aren't exactly incognito are you? Your dudes have been hyping you up all night and honestly you're famous dude ." She takes a sip of what appears to be Sprite and takes a towel gratefully from the bartender.

"Wait I know you don't I?"

"Ouch."

"I'm sorry, I'm really fucked up right now,"

"Yes. You know me. Along with six to twelve year olds around the world."

"You're on Disney" she lifts her Sprite up in a roasting gesture before going back to wringing out her pretty brown hair with a towel.

"Correct"

"you're the new teen queen right? Like Sel?"

"Selena? Yeah. I guess you could say that..."

"Zendaya. You're Zendaya!" She wiggles her fingers and then rolls her eyes.

"On the plus side, you smell really yummy" she stares at me like I'm a fucking creep before asking the bartender for yet another towel. It's then that I notice that the green drink had splashed down her front too, making her pristine white dress see through.

"Here," I shrug off my jacket and hand it to her. She looks confused at first, but I point at her front and with a blush she takes my jacket.

"JB. Let's head out man it's getting late" Za says from behind me,

"why you getting sleepy bro?" I tease and though Za mumbles pissy curses it's worth it because Zendaya grants me a rare, sarcasm free smile.

"You should go,"

"trying to get rid of me?" She smiles again.

"No just your cigarette breath"

"ouch" I say holding my heart in mock hurt. She shrugs and cuddles into my jacket closer.

"How am I going to give you your jacket back?" I want to tell her that I could have that jacket remade ten thousand times, but that sounds dickish, and I don't think she'd find it all that charming.

"Put your number in my phone?" She gives a playful wink.

"Smooth," I shrug and hand over my cellphone.

"See you soon Justin"

"Nice to meet you Zendaya." Then I'm pulled away from her by Za and Khalil and for the first time in months Rhiannon's name had been void from my mind.