The Last Lyric•Tupac•

Chapter 2-Damn, Gina

~unedited~

My first two weeks at that strange school had been a breeze. I haven't got into any trouble, I was all caught up with everyone else, and I maintained my healthy diet-despite the calorie filled sweets Charles had in his kitchen. Most of the things we were learning at school was like review for me, and I had no problem helping the people that needed it. It got me greatly appreciated from my teachers and I just felt on top of my game.

Charles was now trying to get me to talk to him more, sometimes even hang out, but I always pretended to be busy with homework or asleep. He wasn't a bad person and for some reason I had no animosity towards him, I just didn't know how to talk to him. What to say and what to talk about. I was never good at conversation.

He was gone at the moment and I was comfortable in my twin bed, reading a book that I had picked up from the school library yesterday. It was Saturday night and this is what I loved to do on my free time. My eyes scanned over the words quickly, enchanted with the book about the girl who was fifteen and the man who was twenty one and how they fell in love. This book excited me, and constantly had my feelings washed all over the place. I would be sure to give whoever this author was a few more looks at her books. The phone in the kitchen went off and I jumped, clutching my chest in surprise. It was about to hit 11:30 at night and I had no idea who could be calling at this time.

I crept up to the phone like a cliche horror movie, eyeing it with suspense before I picked it up.

"Hello?" I could hear soft music in the background and the person shushing someone.

"Hey girl, it's Aleah." I let out a laugh in relief, scolding myself for being so paranoid. I had completely forgot I gave her my home phone number.

"Oh hey. What's going on?" I leaned my back against the wall, staring at the fridge from across the room. I could really go for a peach yogurt right now.

"Nothing much-I was wonderin' if you wanted to come to this lil party tonight." My heart beat a little faster and my mouth opened and closed like a fish. I didn't like disappointing people but I didn't feel like mixing in with her friends right now. Don't get me wrong, Aleah and her friends were cool-but they seemed to be too much sometimes and I couldn't find myself hanging with them for too long.

"Um, parties aren't really my thing. Besides I was just about to head to bed." I let out a fake, dramatic yawn then scolded myself. I was never good at lying and she could probably tell over the phone. "Plus you know your brother doesn't like me." Just the thought of him being able to kick me out his house made me wanna hang up and go back to reading my book. I hadn't said anything else to him in the two weeks that I've been here and things have been going great. I don't want to change it up now.

"Girl come on, it'll be fun! And it's not even a party-more like a small get together. Pac isn't even here right now." She pleaded with a whine in her voice. I sighed-having no reason to say no now.

"Fine." She squealed and I held the phone away form my ear.

"I'll come get you."

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I had already gave Aleah my address and hoped we didn't live far from each other. By the time I got out the shower it was 12:30 and Charles still wasn't home. I knew it would be best to leave him a note-let him know where I was-but I'll probably get back here before he does. I couldn't lie-I was nervous. I didn't know how Aleah and her friends partied but I was sure there was gonna be alcohol and I wasn't ok with that. I had on my gray wool dress tonight and I was sure Aleah didn't have a car so we would be walking. That was no problem for me. The only thing I was worried about was who would take me back home if Aleah so happens to get too loose. Then I'll be stranded there and have to ask Charles to come and get me.