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Chapter Four

Chapter Four

With the amount of cocaine Shelly and I had done, neither one of us had gotten any sleep. I threw on a t-shirt and matched it with a pair of leggings as Kodak blasted through Shelly's speakers in her room. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed my make up bag. Shelly did her make up while I cut more lines for us to hit before school. I could get ready in 20 minutes because I hardly wore make up and basically wore the same thing every day. Shelly always took longer because she wanted to make herself look presentable.

Personally, I think that what you wear to school doesn't matter. It won't affect your future or education at all. Although, some people believe that putting on nice clothes and make up makes them feel better about themselves. If that's what makes you feel good, then go for it. Me? I'm happy as hell in a t-shirt.

"Damn girl, you so fine. I had missed you," Shelly and I sang.

"This is Brooke's song!" Shelly smiled and we began to dance.

The three of us connected to this song more than any other Kodak song. This is that one song that could never get old for us.

It was a Friday night and the trio had tickets to Kodak Black. We made a vow that no matter what, we were going to get front row. We had hidden little bags in our shoes and blunts in our bras. After getting searched, and getting away with it, we ran to the bathroom and squeezed in a stall. Taking off our shoes, we grabbed the bags and poured out the coke onto our cellphones. We rolled up dollar bills and hit the lines as fast as we could. We got rid of any evidence and then checked to make sure our blunts were still in tact.

"When will I feel it?" Brooke asked. This is her first time doing cocaine.

"You'll feel a drip in your throat." I replied. "The high is difficult to explain because you feel like yourself but you have a lot of energy. You'll see."

Shelly opened the stall door and we all stumbled out. We washed our hands and then made our way out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into the crowd. We pushed around as discreetly as we could, trying to get to the front. The lights went out and the crowd was screaming and pushing and sparking blunts.

"I feel like I have to swallow a lot!" Brooke yelled over the crowd.

"That's the drip!" Shelly shouted, a smile on her face.

I grabbed both of their hands. "Do not let go of me!"

Rap concerts are the most intense. I've been to all kinds of concerts for all kinds of different music and I'm fine at all of them except rap concerts.

We began pushing a little more towards the front. None of us could breathe with how packed in tight we were. We were sweating and couldn't move. At one point I wasn't even touching the floor, I was standing on other peoples feet. One girl next to us had to be escorted out of the crowd because she got hit so hard in the mosh pit her nose started to bleed.

I looked back at Brooke and Shelly, "Are you guys okay?"

Shelly nodded and Brooke shook her head.

"What's wrong?" Shelly asked.

"I'm having trouble breathing in here!"

"Tilt your head back and look up. There are vents and fans above us so try to inhale from those. When we get to the front, it will be easier to breathe and to move, I promise." I told her. "Now, keep holding onto me and follow me."

"My name is Kodak but you know that already," Kodak began to sing and I hadn't even realized he came out. Everyone was recording on their phones and singing along to the lyrics.

During the first few songs, we still hadn't made our way to the front gate. But, as I Miss You began to play, I grabbed onto the gate and pushed the girl next to me out of the way for Shelly and Brooke.

There he was, standing right in front of us, rapping our favorite song.

"I can take you to a place you thought you'd never go, I can do some things for you, you thought impossible," The whole crowd sang and all three of us held each other's hands.

Kodak bopped on stage and we hyped him up. The coke was hitting us like a truck and we were jumping and rapping to every song that played. We sparked all the blunts we had and even passed a few around to the crowd. Energy pumped through me and I couldn't believe I was seeing my favorite rapper with my two best friends.

I would remember this night forever.

I laughed at the memory of us at the concert. Too bad he got arrested, I'd love to see him again. But, it wouldn't be the same without Brooke.

"Girls!" Shelly's mom shouted from downstairs. "Turn off the music and grab some breakfast! You gotta get to school!"

Shelly turned off the music, "We'll jam in the car."

I nodded and put my make up bag in my back pack. I grabbed my phone off the charger and one strapped my back pack before heading down the stairs. Shelly checked herself in the mirror and followed after me.

"You want me to make you cereal?" Her mom asked.

"Actually, we aren't hungry so we're just gonna head out." Cocaine makes you lose your appetite. Shelly walked over to the fridge and grabbed two water bottles for the both of us. "Bye, mom! Love you!"

Shelly and I walked out of the house and got into her light blue Volkswagen beetle convertible. She started the car and refused to move it until music was playing from her speakers. I pushed the auxiliary cord into my iPhone and clicked on the song Can I, from Kodak's new album.

We pulled out of the driveway and made our way through the neighborhood to school.

Shelly turned down the music and spoke, "What do you think people will say today?"

"Who cares? Ignore them. Just try to be as normal as possible. And let me know if you need another line. I know we'll need it for this bullshit." I rolled my eyes.

Shelly nodded her head and turned the music back up. While Shelly is ignoring everyone, I'll be listening in to every conversation. I had to know who gave Brooke acid and this town loves to talk. It won't take me long to find out who did it. And once I do, somebody's getting a black eye.