RUTHLESS || XXXTENTACION STORY ||

04

KIITANA

After that odd introduction of X's appearance, another member of Members Only, Wifisfuneral, had informed the boys that they needed to be on stage in about fifteen minutes; therefore, it was Imani and I's cue to make our way to the front seats.

I liked the fact that I get a perfect experience of a concert by being in the front row, but at the back of my mind, I felt bad that possibly a hardcore fan couldn't afford to be up and close like I will be.

I mean, I practically had this chance handed to me with no price. Plus, I'm just now hearing about these people in the first place.

Somehow, X kept entering into my mind, even when I tried to focus on something else.

The way that he looked at me was in a way that no one else had done towards me before; there was a mysterious glint in his eyes that only he could put his finger on.

Then again, I don't really get that kind of attention from guys before, so maybe that's common?

I don't know, either way, I'm not going to have high hopes for something that is nine times out of ten never going to turn out the way my imagination wants it to.

I seemed to be stuck in my head when all of a sudden a voice had boomed into the microphone, my consciousness was put back into place as I looked up at the stage. 

It was him.

Fondness grew in my eyes as I observed his now bare upper body with a few tattoos on them. And with the help of the lighting, I was able to see how well the ink looked on his deep, bronze skin tone.

At the time, it was only him on stage, assuming maybe he was going to do his song first before the others do their thing, too.

Right then and there, there was this some sort of slow song with a really nice bass to it, while there was a few distorted background voices. It was very catchy to me, so I watched his movements and listened in on the lyrics.

I should've let you know, that you're my only one

I know you're feeling numb, I'll fuck you 'til you cum

Said, "I don't understand, how you don't got a man."

You want me in your bed, 'cause I've been in your head

My lips were parted as I was in a little daze, watching him up on the stage as he carried on with the song.

It was like he was telling a story of some sort, but only he knew exactly what it is, leaving people like myself wondering about such puzzle.

The instrumental and his vocals gave me a good rush, causing goosebumps to form on my arms. That only really happens when I'm listening to a really amazing song that had struck a good nerve, along with me repeating it over and over on my phone.

Now, his lyrics are a bit explicit, and even made me a little flustered, but I do see myself trying to find this song to listen to it again.

The funny thing is, he locked eyes with me when he went back to the hook, making me bite my lower lip as I felt as if he was talking to me personally.

Would he actually do that... to me?

Like, the "F" part?

Probably not.

It's all apart of the act, Kit.

The song had eventually ended, allowing me to tear my gaze from him as the crowd got all hyped up when Ski had made his way next to X. 

What I had forgot to mention was that I've found out what X had really stand for, "XXXTENTACION," to be exact. It's not bad of a name at all, but what's up with all those x's?

Moving swiftly on, another track had started to play, and it made the crowd even louder.

Even I had to jump up and down with Imani as she shout to her brother to look at her at some point.

"Aye! That's my kinfolk right there!" She exclaimed, waving her arms in the air to keep Ski's attention once she had gotten in, shaking his head when he saw her.

I couldn't help but to laugh at her, she's something else alright, and I'm very glad that I'm met her because I have never had this much fun like this.

The concert had came to a closing, and Imani was leading me to the back area again to praise her brother about how good the show-- as well as the rest of the boys, too.

I, on the other hand, was seated on one of the couches to keep to myself, flipping through the daily gossip articles on my phone nonchalantly. 

The outcast feeling was dancing upon me as it had always done with me falling back into my lonesome.

I let out an easy sigh, having an eager feeling to head back home and call it a night.

A person sat next to me, but I didn't pay them any mind. There was an aroma that came off of them though to where it had became intriguing to me, making me turn my head a little to look at them.

I nearly gasped when I faced him.

He was already looking at me, again. This time we were a lot closer, which made my heart pound against my chest as I was a bit startled.

Up close, his features were absolutely breathtaking to the point were I could stare at him all day if I could. The red ink that was under his eye  says, "Numb," and the one above his eyebrow states, "Alone." If you were to look closely, is eye lids had, "Bad Vibes," on them.

That made me highly aware that he was the story telling type for sure, and that made me really curious about his life in general. 

It was only a matter of time until I figure him out.

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It's up! I've also noticed that my book is starting to get a little attention, and I'm absolutely thankful for that. I work really hard on this book, and it makes me happy to know that even one person is reading it, let along the few I'm getting now. If there's any errors, don't worry, it'll get taken cared of for sure!

Thanks for reading.

-N