L O U I S V I L L E || A Bryson Tiller Story

§ Chapter Nine §

~...there's something about her...~

It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pockets got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster...

Lil Uzi Vert's Money Longer blasted through the speakers in the backyard as smoke from the grill filled the air.

Most of the party guests were chilling by or in the pool. A few were sitting around in the lawn chairs mingling and drinking. I noticed a few of the people here were ones I had went to school with, but never hung out with either.

Swan and I were sitting on the edge of the pool with our feet dangling in the water.

"Want to hit one?" Swan asked as he rolled a blunt on his thigh.

"Nah, I'm straight for now," I declined, watching a girl be dared to skinny dip in the pool.

Swan shrugged and licked the blunt," Suit yourself."

The people in the pool were playing water volleyball: boys against girls.

"You guys sure you don't want to play?" Camille called at us as she swam her way over to Swan.
Swan leaned down and pecked Cami on the lips.

I shook my head, ignoring their PDA," I'm good."

Swan handed me the blunt he had rolled and told me to hold it for him. I shoved it in my pocket.

"I'll play baby," Swan told Cami as he took off his shirt and jumped in.

I watched them for a good while until I got bored and tired of getting splashed with warm water. I decided to go inside the house and sit under the cool air for a minute. It was too hot outside and the last thing I needed to happen was for me to pass out.

I slid open the two glass sliding doors that separates the backyard from the house patio.

It was a pretty nice crib by the looks of it on the inside as well. No one seemed to be in the house but me, which means peace. Although, the kitchen light was left on.

I went over to the kitchen and sat at one of the red swivel bar stools that surrounded the island counter. It felt so good on the inside that now I didn't want to go back out into the 97° weather.

"Bryson...?" A female voice called my name from behind.

I turned around in the chair to see Naomi Kingsley standing there with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face.

Damn she looked good. How can someone get even prettier? Still don't like her though.

"Naomi?" I said her name as if I didn't already know it was her.

A grin spread across her brown skinned face. "It is you. It's been a while."

All I did was nod and say 'yeah'. I was at a loss for words.

"Camille told me she invited you here. I doubted that you would come though," she spoke up approaching me," Guess I was wrong."