Swazz's POV
"You guys were jerks to her?" Derek asks gesturing towards my sister, who was jumping and stuff.
"Dude she wasn't the prettiest gem," JJ answers,
"Yeah, but you tell your fans that they are all pretty, and you treated her like shit," Derek says.
"I think she just dove into your pool," JG points.
"I cleaned it yesterday for her," I say getting up to watch my sister. Derek follows me, and we watch her swim.
Shadae waves at me, and then winks while looking at Derek, he returns that with a smirk.
"No," I whisper.
"No what?" Derek laughs walking back to the boys.
I open the back door, and watch her for a little while. She was listening to 'that one song' by gnash.
"Aye, Shadae when is your next class?" I ask while giving her a towel from the rack as she gets out of the pool.
"Three. Can I borrow your car?" She questions, grabbing her phone, and the Pill.
"I guess. And hurry up and get your ass to your room, the boys have a thing for you," I tell her.
She nods and runs upstairs, I see Derek, Skate, Dillon, and Johnson follow her with their hungry eyes.
"No," I grumble.
"Whaaat," They smirk at me.
I hear her shower start and I begin to roll my blunt. I smile knowing my sister is safe her, and not with Nik.
"Does she smoke?" Dillon asks.
"Ha-ha no but she does sell," I reply.
" What do you mean, Swazz?" Skate questions.
"I gave her bags of weed when she was fourteen, and she would sell them for fifty a dime. She made bank. Shadae also has a friend, who gives her the good shit for free. Then she sells that shit for like hundred, it is really good, trust me. And then she got a job when she was sixteen as a life-guard. My sister knows how to make money," I answer.
"Light it up," Derek says handing me his green lighter.
I light it and take the first hit. I pass it to Jack G., he makes rings and pokes at them, then passing it to Johnson. I hear my sister's hair dryer turn on. I get the blunt after Sam and thank him, and take two drags. I blow it through it my nose and cough a little bit.
We finish the blunt as my sister run down. She has a gray shit, dark green pants, a pendant necklace Mom gave her, black combat boots, skull earrings, a gray book bag, and her is in a braid, flowing out of her beanie.
"I'm five minutes late," Shadae panics.
"Here," I say giving her my keys.
"Shit. I am so late," She cries as she grabs my keys.
"Class does not start 'til three thirty it is two fifty. The campus is literally twenty minutes away," I reassure her.
"No I need Starbucks. Did you buy the bottles of PeaceTea?" She asks. I nod, she sprints to the kitchen.
"Bye boys. By the way, I forgive you guys," My sister says closing the door behind her.
"Bro, your sister is something else," Skate scoffs, looking behind him towards the door.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"She is a drug dealer, swimmer, cheerleader, and a straight A fine as hell student. How," Skate explains.
"My sister is fucking amazing, do not ever bash her like that again. Ever. She has tons and tons of money. Her Range Rover is coming tomorrow. She is training for the Olympics or be a cheerleader, who can also design fashion. My sister blows you out, she can pay for your whole tour with the money she earned. I am serious, if I find out that you are ever an asshole, - all of you- I will, and I mean it, I will hurt you," I growl.
"Sorry, man I didn't know," Nate apologizes.
"Damn right asshole," I laugh rolling my eyes.
"Damn," Derek smirks.
"And you, don't you think you are going to get into my sister's pants, and just leave her with these feelings. I have already have had to deal with it once, and I do not want to deal with it again," I snap looking at Derek, with squinty eyes.
"Okay I understand," Derek says sincerely.
Derek pulls out his phone and starts swiping left and right. He gets a call and ignores it, and he usually answer his fuck buddy 'Mackenzie'.
"No more Mackenzie??" I question raising an eyebrow.
"Uh no. I guess I just really wanna focus on one girl," Derek confesses going onto Instagram.
"Oh really?" Jack J. teases.
Derek shrugs his shoulders and closes the app, and cracking his knuckles. I peer over at Sammy and he just shrugs his shoulders also with a small smile on his lip.
I go up to my sister's room and grab the pill from her bed.
"Aye, can I stay here? Swazz?" Derek calls for me.
"In my sister's room," I yell back.
I pick up a really old picture of us, she still had her braces.
"So can I?" He questions once again.
"I guess."
