Freshlee Texts & Derek Luh short stories

The high life pt2

I woke up to my alarm ringing in my ears.
10:45pm

shit, I'm late for school.

But that was the least of my worries, when I got home at 3:00am, I spent 20 minutes convincing my mom I had 'accidentally' fell asleep at a friends house.

Also that the tatted bag of money was left over gyms clothes. (I never go to the gym!)

So yeah, you guessed it.

My life was officially fucked.

My head was pounding and I had a bad taste in my mouth but I had to wrap my head around the previous events.

I helped rob a place.
Yet, as much as I tried to.. i didn't feel guilty...

I mean no one got hurt, so it's not that bad right?

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of my phone,

*text*: meet 12:30, convent blvd

I won't lie, my heart started racing slightly, but my curiosity was heightened.

Was this Derek?
Before I could contradict myself I leapt up, quickly slung my hair into a bun.

Slipped on my 'supperradical' jumper and  black ripped jeans.

I wasn't going to put makeup on..then I looked into the mirror.

I grabbed the bag from under my bed and was about to leave when-

"Uh- where are you going?" my moms voice echoed.

She appeared from the kitchen, in her silk dressing gown and Fenty puma slippers that I got her for Christmas. 

"Um. To the gym" I cringed

"In the same sweaty clothes from yesterday?"

She walked closer to me and seized me up and down for a second.

"Get me chocolate on the way home," she sighed.
And left me in the corridor.
That was easy.

I looked at my phone, 12:20
Oops.

After an hour of long Los Angeles traffic, I made it.

It was some dingy, records store called 'vibez' . The windows were blacked out and a massive lock, was chained across the door

Here goes nothing, I knocked on the door twice clinging tightly onto the black bag.

A tall tanned guy, with gold grills and baggy jacket.

"You got the wrong place..right" he questioned, raising a brow.
"Umm, no I'm looking for Derek" I hesitated
"Wait, you're Sierra?"
"Yeah, why are you so surprised?" I asked feeling kinda hurt.
"You just don't seem like the type of girl, Derek messes with, anyway come in"

He led the way, through the shop.
The smell of weed lingered, in the shop and there were so many different small plastic bags spread on the floor.

We passed a few rooms before we came to the one at the back away from the others.
The guy gestured to the door.

I opened it and I saw chairs stacked all over the side, old records were all over the place.
This must've been the storage room or something.

In the corner, Derek was lounging on an old sofa, to the right was a table, laid out on top, were different types of guns.

Glock-17, Mk-75, CZ-75, even a small pistol was there.
Don't ask how I know all of the names, my childhood was messed up.

When Derek caught sight of me, his eyes lit up a bit.

He pushed the table to the side,"Hey," he smiled.
"Hi," I walked and sat next to him.

"Last time I checked, this 2:30 isn't the same as 12:30" he joked

"Oh really? Because last one I checked, you needed something from me," I smiled,  Signalling to the bag.

"Oh shit" he laughed.
I slung the bag onto his lap.
"Thanks bae," he said.

"So, what happened, yesterday?" I asked
Derek started to count the money.
I pushed it out of his hands and made him look in my eyes.

"I heard gunshots," I insisted.
He laughed.

"Does it look like I got shot?"

"Well no, but you had the gu-"

"Do you actually think, I was the only one with a gun?" He interrupted

I didn't reply.

"Well damn, you really don't know, do you?" He asked.

"Okay, so me and a couple guys, do this thing.."

"Where you go rob places and deal drugs?" I sarcastically asked.

"Well when you put it like that.." he sighed

"So..is it like some gang?"

"Well you could put it like that, but for us it's more like a lifestyle,"

"What kind of lifestyle?" I turned to face him

"We call it 'the high life' and we-"

"Ew, is this like the cringey, part of the stereotypical story where you ask me to be apart of it?" I sighed

He shook his head,"No.. I was.. maybe...no you're not like that,"

"Oh really?" I raised a brow, hiding the actual fear from my face.

"But like I was saying, it's the life I live, I wanted to share it with you because it's what I do and I want to be honest with you..cause.. i like you"

Hold up.. hold up.. wasn't this the same boy, last night telling me he loved me and now, we've downgraded to some preschool ''like?'
hmmmm.

"So..?" I asked plainly, hold back my annoyance.

We stared at each other.

"I'll do it, I'll join your little.. gang or whatever," I whispered through gritted teeth.

"Lifestyle" he corrected me, while smiling.

"Yes whatever, I'll join your 'lifestyle,"

Lord knows, those were words I was going to regret..

A/N
Hey guys😊
Sorry for the weird format change in between, Wattpad was messing up.

This is from my other book, but I thought to just post it on here, add it to your libraries etc x