The Tomboy and the Player

Cookies and Rum

That blunt hit me hard and I was staggering towards the wall for support when Axel finally stopped dragging me.

The inside of Lionel's house was still beautiful, a larger chandelier and a huge circular dance floor with stairs on either side swirling upwards. The ear deafening music and strobe lights were loud and blinding with the scent of perfume and sweat in the air.

"What the hell was that all about?!" Axel tries to make me look into his eyes but I avoid them.

"That was definitely the buzz talking, I would've just cried and ran away if I was sober." I cackle and bop to the music as I walk and make my way towards the kitchen.

"What do you mean? Cry?! You don't do crying. Where are you even going?!" He screams over the music, slowly getting left behind.

"There's a lot that you don't know and I prefer not to bring those memories back. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. I'm looking for his stash." I open the kitchen door and was greeted by a bright light and stopped in my path with immediate regret.

"Um."

"She was just leaving." River glared hard at Lutricia and she returned the stare to me. There he was, still as fine as can be in blue jeans, white shirt and blue bikes with his hair naturally messy omg I'm weird.

"It was just one kiss!!!!! I don't know why you're being such a dick for?"
Lutricia adjusted her undies I mean mini shorts and see-through lace top and stuck her snobby nose in the air and click-clacked away with her nine inch hot pink pumps.

"Slut." He muttered under his breath.

That was hella awkward

"What was that?" He gave me the dirtiest look and it made me laugh and now he was real confused.

Oh fuck, he heard that?

"You're not exactly speaking quietly," His pokerface game was real strong, but my chingy pokerface was better.

"Well... you look like you need a cookie." I stand there nervously and shake my head out of the awkward trance I was in and make my way towards the cupboards.

"What? What are you doing? Hey, come here for a second."

"Why?" I tense up.

"Just come here."

"You're drunk. We just met like a few hours ago." I look over my shoulder and I see him stand up and give me a dangerous look.

"Have we? I think I'd remember." He scratches his head and looks towards the ceiling.

"No wonder why she called you a dick." I roll my eyes and mutter to myself.

"What was that?"

"I said that I gave you the tour guide."

"Ahhhh Alexis Shakur? Is that really you? You look... different."

Now I could definitely feel his eyes burning through my back and I have never felt so nervous in my life. I swing one leg over the counter and hoist myself up.

"Damn. And what exactly are you doing again?" He kept asking questions after questions and I continue to ignore him.

I stand on my tiptoes and feel on top of the shelf and come in contact with a cold metal box. Jackpot.

"That ass though double damn."

My face turns red and I quickly grab the box and before I knew it I was in mid air falling backwards and I brace myself for the impact.