Since 2nd Grade

Dulce's POV

I let the hot, steamy water hit my face. I don't know why I would start to do drugs with somebody I barely knew. That's not normal, but I felt like I've known him for years. When I cut the water off, I realized I didn't have a towel.
"X!"
I shouted at the top of my lungs. I started to yell again when I realized that I locked the door before I got in the shower.
"Shit."
I mumbled to myself. As I made my way out of the shower, soaking the bathroom floor in the process, there was a knock on the door. Startled by the sudden vibrations of the knock on the door, I slipped and fell on my butt.
"Fuck you!"
I yelled in anger.
"Everything cool in there?"
I could practically hear the smirk on his face and in his voice. He's such a dick, I swear. I slowly stood up, and opened the door, not caring that I was still wet and naked. My butt was sore as fuck, and throbbing with pain from the sudden contact with the tile floor. I tried my best to be calm about the situation, I was a wet, naked mess so that wasn't going to happen. Not to mention my posture was abnormal because of the pain.
"If I were a complete stranger, I would say that X must've laid that wood on you severely."
He laughed at his own joke while I stood there, naked and abnormally postured.
"Give me a fucking towel, x."
I said, holding my body because now I had chills. I blushed when I noticed the light skinned boy gazing at my body as if I was a goddess. A crippled goddess. Once I snapped back to the throbbing butt pained reality, I started to search for my own towel. I eventually found one in his barely filled linen closet. I wrapped it around myself, and sat on the bed.
   "So, I wanna go downtown. I want you to meet somebody."
   X said, sitting next to me.
   "Ooh, meeting the parents already? Wow."
   I laughed, the look on his face went from bored to amused.
   "Nah. It's a good friend of mine."
   "Well I don't have anything to wear, so I don't think I'll be meeting a damn soul."
   Once I realized I didn't have any clothes, I grew agitated.
   "I'll take you home to change, and I'll wait for you on your couch or something. I won't peek."
   X winked, and stood up, grabbing his keys.
   "No!"
   I shouted, very much panicked. He couldn't be around my father, or Joseph while I was getting dressed or my ass was grass.
   "I mean, you can wait in the car. I'm only going to change clothes."
   I eased the sound of my voice, so he wouldn't catch on.
   "Okay, babe, no need to be aggressive."
   He walked towards the front door, ready to leave.
   "Babe? Whatever, but I need something to wear. I'm not putting on yesterday's clothes."
    • • • •
   (Joseph's POV)
   Since Dulce never answered my text, I assumed she felt pressured, so shit, I gave her some space. The only problem with that is she still ain't answer. I needed a blunt, and I knew X was the plug, so I decided to pull up. I knock on the door... no answer. I knock again.... still no answer. Oh shit, I forgot he keep his emergency key under the flower pot by his door. I retrieved the key and opened the door. As soon as it opened, it smelled like the bando. Loud ass gas, vodka, and cigarettes. He probably had just left out. I closed the door behind me, and went to his room. He had his normal pile of clothes on the side of his bed, and his grinder on his dresser. Where is this niggas weed at? I looked under his mattress. Nothing. I looked in his closet. Not a damn thing.
I walk towards the bathroom, but the door is jammed by something on the floor. I keep pushing outward, but the door is becoming more and more stiff. I close the bathroom door, and open it quickly. It opened up enough for me to slide through. I look to see what's blocking the door from opening all the way.
   "WHAT THE FUCK?"
   I shouted. I can't believe my fucking eyes man. Why is Dulce's fucking clothes on X's floor? I knew it was hers because I bought her the outfit to lounge around in. It was stained with water droplets, either sweat or water. I snatched my phone out of my pocket and called her.
    "Yo, where the fuck are you at?"
    "Joseph, chill the fuck out, I'm at home, why?
   "Where were you last night?"
   "Why are you even asking me that question, is there something you need to tell me?"
   "Yeah. We're done. Fuck you."
   I didn't really mean it, but I was furious. She fucked my cousin!
   "What are you talking about, Joseph?"
   I could hear her voice shaking.
   "Explain to me why your clothes are on X's bathroom floor. And don't give me no BULLSHIT, Dulce."
   "I went over there last night... but I promise nothing happened! I just needed to talk to someone after what you texted me last night."
   "So you didn't fuck him?"
   "No, Joseph, I swear."
   "Man, ight, I'm on my way."
   "Actually, I'm going out. With X. He's taking me to meet his girlfriend."
   I was silent for awhile. Girlfriend?
   "Ight. Bye."
   "I love you, Joseph."
   I hung up. She ain love me. Fuck her. Ima just go fuck her best friend.

• • • •
   I slick missed X, and the way he used to love me. I didn't want him to know that, or he would do everything in his power to get me back, and that wouldn't be good for either of us. It was pretty windy out, so I decided a bodysuit would be pretty decent.

I added a bomber since it is windy.

I posted a picture on Instagram, hoping X didn't see so that he could be astonished in person.

@ Jadaamor: Issa shnack 🙃🤷🏽‍♀️

• • • •
I didn't feel like getting too fancy, my feelings hurt from what Joseph assumed. I slicked my hair down, and put on a black crop top, some jeans, and a green bomber jacket. I felt like shit, but it was whatever. I'll deal with it when I get home. I decided to post something on Instagram to keep the haters on their toes.

@ og.curlss: savage ↗️😈

And with that, I left out.