The Riches (Obikin AU)

Chapter 7

IMPORTANT A/N:

I UPDATED CHAPTER 5 SO IF YOU WERE CONFUSED LAST CHAPTER GO READ THAT BEFORE READING THIS!!!!! 

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"Where are we going?" I ask Tana as she drags me down another set of windy roads.

She has a exciting glint in her eyes, something I've become used to and learned to love.

"A party!" Tana squeals excitedly.

Who hosts a party on the first day of school? I didn't bother asking Tana.

"Isn't it like three o'clock?" I ask Tana.

She gives me a weird look.

"It's like eight, dude," Tana laughs.

Geez, how long were we out?

Oh god, I was supposed to go home with Padmé. She's probably worried sick. And my mom! She's definitely home by now. I'm so dead.

"Where is this party anyways?" I ask Tana, hoping we're not walking there. My feet are killing me.

"It's not that far, but we'll still take the bus," Tana says still dragging me to a bus stop near a bunch of sketchy houses.

I stop.

"Tana, I don't have any money for the bus," I explain.

Having to admit I don't have enough money to catch a ride on the bus embarrasses me. I can't even come up with three dollars to get a ride?

"Don't worry about it," Tana starts. "I'm friends with all the bus drivers."

This calm me down.

"So," I start. "What else do you know about me?"

I'm worried she knows too much.

"I know you live in a poorer area in the city with your mom. I know that you've never known your dad," Tana pauses. "Hm...What else? Oh! I know you cut grass for Ben's grandmother."

I look at her weirdly.

"How do you know all of this anyways? Aren't you just a freshman?"

Tana shrugs.

"I have my sources. Don't worry, nobody else knows as much as I do."

Right after she says that, a bus pulls up. I don't have time to let out a sigh of relief before Tana grabs my hand and pulls me onto the bus.

"Hey, Jim!" She greets the bus driver. He grumbles in response, but doesn't ask her to pay the bus fare.

We don't talk much on the short bus ride. I look out the window and watch the neighbourhoods change from rich to poor to middle class. I look around the bus. One passenger is talking seriously on the phone, with what I can assume is a business partner. He's wearing a suit and looks like he's just coming home from work. Another passenger is an old lady carrying a bag full of empty cans, probably looking to go to the bottle depot later to earn some cash. Maybe I could start doing that too.

"Ani, we're here!" Tana says excitedly and grabs my hand again, dragging me out of the bus while saying a quick thanks to Jim the bus driver.

Exiting the bus, I find myself in a familiar area. This is Obi's neighbourhood. Or his grandmother's anyways.

Tana, who's still holding my hand, pulls me towards one of the houses.

Dear god no.

It's Mrs. Kenobi's house.