Two Months N.M

t w e n t y e i g h t

Nate Maloley

I sighed and walked back into the studio. Once I came into sight of the boys Derek held up a joint for me and asked, "Where'd she go?"

I sat down and took a hit. "What the fuck did you guys say?" I asked, wanting to get straight.

"The truth man." Dillon stated like as if it was obvious.

"The truth?" I asked confused. "Whar truth is this?"

"That she's not your type." Dillon answered.

"Man, what the fuck." I looked at him in disbelief. "Rupp, who the fuck are you to say if she is my type or not?" I questioned.

"Chill, dude, everyone knows it. You know it." He said.

"Leave."

"Skate, man, your joking." He laughed but stopped when he saw I wasn't. "Fine. But don't apologize to me when she leaves with your money." He rolled his eyes and got up picking his shit off the table.

I scoffed. "She's don't a damn gold-digger, Rupp."

"You don't know that,  you don't even know her." He scoffed.

"I fucking know her, she's not a gold-digger. Im the hall she refused me for getting her an Uber. Anytime we are together and I buy food she complains and pulls her wallet out to pay half, I never except though." I told him.

"You said Anna wasn't one." He pointed out.

"She's not Anna, not close." I told him.

"Anna was your type though, she was like the girls before, big boobs, fat ass and a tiny waist." Rupp said.

"Skate, he thought he was doing the right thing, ight?" Derek stepped in.

I watched as Rupp said back, "Ight."