Damon
"Another one, another one," they tell me.
"Go nigga! Go!" I hear and almost die laughing.
Best day every.
I take another shot of shine and start falling backwards. I bust my ass right on the floor. I laugh at myself.
"Shit," I say to myself.
"You too damn big to be falling out like that!" Ryan says.
"Yo, you good my nigga?" Bozelle asks.
"Yeah, I'm straight!"
He helps me up. I shake my head to get my vision right.
Fire as hell.
"Yo I'm fine bruh. I can deal," I tell him.
I really can. I have a good ass tolerance. My body just has to get its North Carolina flow back.
"Happy birthday!" People tell me.
I bow.
"Thank you mom fuckas," tell them.
They start laughing.
Wait, it's after twelve?
I feel my pockets for my phone.
"What wrong?" Bozelle asks as some girl sips out of his cup.
I pull out my phone. I flip through all the missed messages.
"Shit!"
It's way after twelve.
I call Cody. His phone rings and rings and goes straight to his voicemail.
I try over and over, but there's no answer.
I start to worry.
Damn.
I turn to Bozelle.
"Yo!"
"What?" He asks.
"I'll be back," I tell him.
"Wait, where you going?" He yells.
"I'll be back, swear," I tell him.
I walk down the stairs and notice Veronica. I walk up to her.
"Yo, have you seen Cody," I kinda slur out.
She furrows her thick brows.
"No, I haven't," she says.
I look around.
Where is he? Where is he?
"Is he okay?" She asks.
"He texted me a while ago and I just saw the messages. He's not answering his phone either," I tell her.
"Well I don't know," she says while shaking her head.
I look around and walk up to random groups of people.
"Tyreik," I call.
"Yo Dam! Wassup!"
I ignore his greeting.
