Angel (Jahseh Onfroy/ Xxxtentacion Fic)

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"Bitch!" Jordan screamed as I walked through his house door.

"Thot!" I matched his pitch.

"Girl, you look like Kim Kardashian gave birth to a sexy, middle eastern baby." He said. I blushed.

"And you look like gay Ryan Gosling, as always." I said, gesturing to his tux.

"You know it." He laughed.

"I feel underdressed." Jenifer laughed. She looked absolutely stunning, her sun-kissed skin glowing against a sleeveless red slip dress.

"That dress looks great on you!" I complimented the older girl.

"Coming from you!" She replied.

"Aw thanks." I laughed, hugging her.

"What's your poison?" She asked.

"Orange juice and vodka, if you have it."

"Coming right up, gorgeous." She laughed.

"I've never seen her trip over a girl like that. She is trying to smash harder than the hulk." He said, making me laugh.

"It's called manners, Jordan." I laughed. Jenifer handed me the little mixture, smiling. I smiled and thanked her, sipping out of the thin straw she'd given me.

"I want to get so drunk!" He yelled

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"Thanks for the ride, Jen." I slurred, walking up the stairs and jamming the key in the lock of our apartment sloppily. I closed and locked the door behind me quietly.

"It's five A.M. miss 'I won't come in late'." Ski said.

"I know. Ugh, that was insane. Jordan is crazy." I laughed.

"I'm sure. He a rich white boy." Ski chuckled.

"I wan- I'm going to sleep." I said, fixing the strap on my top and walking to my room. I peeled off my top and bottom, not even bothering to change before crawling into bed, my exhaustion consuming me.

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"Wake up, Amira." I heard Ski whisper, pushing my shoulder. I shrugged the older boy off, groaning and turning to face the other way.

"No." I mumbled.

"Teddy!" He yelled, jumping on me.

"I will fuck you up if you don't get off of me." I whispered. He pulled me out of bed wrapped me in me blankets, dragging me out of the room by my feet.

"Wake up!" Stoke Exclaimed.

"Shut up!" I yelled back.

"Amira!" He shouted.

"Stokely!" I shouted right back. In a quieter voice I said, "I am not wearing clothes right now."

"Teddy!" He yelled, jumping away from me.

"Don't fuck with my sleep." I grumbled, wrapping the blankets around my body and standing up. "I'm getting dressed."

I wandered into my room sleepily, closing the door behind me. I slipped on and old 'The Fray' shirt and some old yoga pants and walked back out.

"I'm going to kill you in your sleep." I whispered in his ear as I walked past him.

"You scare me."

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"Hurry up!" Stokely yelled. We were going to his friend's house for the day. He said he wanted to talk about something with them but he wanted to hang out with me anyways.

"I am!" I yelled back. I applied some more mascara and looked at my outfit in my full body-length mirror. I wore a Nirvana shirt with some ripped black jeans and my lace up black boots (I call it bum bitch chic). I looked presentable so I left the room and me and Stokely made our way to his friend's house.

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"Purpp, my nigga! Meet my roomie Amira." He said, gesturing to me as we walked into random house in a row of similar looking ones.

"Ay!" He said. I'm assuming that's a common greeting in his group of friends. Again, we like to keep our lives pretty separate. I usually only meet the people he brings to the house.

"Um, hi." I greeted the light-skinned guy politely. The two guys from yesterday were there two, along with another guy.

"Teddy, that's just Bass." He said, pointing to the other guy. "He's cool."

"Nice to meet you." I said awkwardly.

"So what we doin'?" Stoke asked them.

"I'm going to go outside and smoke while you guys talk." I whispered quickly. I didn't currently need a cigarette. I wasn't a chainsmoker or anything, it was just a calm thing. I usually could made one pack last a month. It was just awkward and I didn't feel like being a part of their conversation.

"Aight." Stoke said. I got up and left the house, pulling my pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of my jean jacket.

I opened the container, pulling out my translucent purple lighter and a cigarette and lifting the stick to my lips, lighting it between my fingers. I let it burn as I put the lighter back in the pack and the pack in my pocket. I inhaled before pulling the cigarette away from my mouth and exhaling smoke from my parted lips.

I continued to smoke for a while until I had a small stub burning between my pointer and middle finger. I threw it on the ground, crunching it underneath my boot and walking down the street a bit. There was a large sign for a convenience store not far away and I figured I could grab a drink while I was out.

I walked into the small store, exchanging greetings with the cashier before making my way over to the fridge. I grabbed a Pipeline Punch and placed it on the counter, handing him a five dollar bill.

"Keep the change." I said with a polite smile, walking away with the beverage.

I walked back over to the house we'd originally gone to and walked in, opening the can and closing the door behind me. The boys stopped talking and looked up at me. I smiled apologetically.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. We done talking." Stoke said.

"You sound like you're on some Godfather shit." I chuckled.

"Yeah nigga, we be shootin' niggas!" Pump yelled.

"One hundred percent." I laughed, taking a sip out of my drink.

"You gon' and got you some shit?" Stokely asked.

"Well, yeah. That's what people do when they're thirsty." I laughed.

"Glad you gettin' yo mouth back." Stokely spoke sarcastically.

"Always." I said, taking another sip.

"You got another cig?" He asked me. I put down my drink and reached in my pocket, opening the pack. He stole two, slipping one in his pocket and using someone's light to ignite the other.

"You're the reason this one isn't gonna last the month." I said.

"Ain't my fault you gotta problem, niglet." Stokely said, eyeing me.

"Niglet?" Bass asked.

"Yeah, you gotta problem too, niglet?" He asked, taking a drag of the cigarette.

"Nah, nigga."