Lacey

11

Chapter 11.

It has been three weeks. And tomorrow? Is my wedding.

Yeah, I know there hasn't been much talk about, probably because I wasn't as happy I was the first time.

Forreal tho? I was stressing like a motherfucker. I didn't really wanna marry Jay. Why? Because, I can't! I'm still legally married to Yukon.

Man, I was stressing.

At that moment, I heard a knock at the door.

I wondered who could that be.. Jay wasn't home, so it wasn't any of his friends, and shit.. I don't have any friends.. Besides Car'essa.. But she moved to New York when she graduated.

I go to the door, it was Ratez.

"Hey Lacey." he says.

"Hey." I say nonchalantly.

"What's the matter?" he says coming in.

"Nothing. Just a little stressed.... You got a blunt?"

"Na."

So we were sitting there for a while, just kicking it, watching Maury and shit.. Then, I look over, this nigga emptying a bag of white powder on my coffee table!

"Whatchu' doing?" I say, highly interested.

"Getting high.."

"Off of....."

"Cocaine. Want some?" he offers like the shit just cool.

"Na." I watched him as he snorted it. I was urging for some badly. "Let me?" he gave me the rolled up dollar bill & I snorted.

The feeling? Amazing. I did three more likes & I was done. I was high as a kite.

Me & him had an AMAZING time, laughing & talking..

At 9 he left. It didn't dawn on me til around 11 about what I did. It was wrong, but it felt so damn right. I was craving more. But how?