After everything that happened at the church, I felt weird, and hurt. That wasn't going to stop me from having a fun day with my friends.
This is a cookout, one with alcohol, and weed. I don't drink, but I definitely will smoke.
"You're need to change out of your church clothes, ma'am." One of his butlers told me.
I look down, and then back at him, "yes, of course. Thank you sir."
I run up to my room. I look in the mirror and realize I have a handprint on my cheek.
Foundation.
I decide to put foundation on, and the rest of what I usually do. You know eyeshadow, contouring, and Eyebrows. All that good stuff.
"Hey, umm, can I come in, Carson?" Luis asks from the other side of the door.
"Umm I'm trying to find an outfit for the cookout. Can you wait a second?" I ask.
I hear a sigh from the other side of the door.
It's fairly hot outside. So I pick out my blue jean, high waisted shorts, and my white flowing hanging off the shoulder crop top. Also with my black sandals.
Crap, my tattoo shows. Oh well.
My tattoo was on my shoulder. It was three roses, but some had faded away. Not because they were fading, but because of my mother and father. I asked for two roses to seem faded out.
"Are you almost done, carson?" Luis asks.
Crap, I forgot.
I open the door, and let him in.
He sits on my bed, and looks me up and down.
"Can we talk?" He asked.
Great this was about the church.
"There's nothing to talk about." I mumble.
He looked at me, all teary eyed.
"Carson, I'm beginning to like you. More than I thought I would. I barely even know you, and I want to get to know you more. Please, princess?"
Princess, great. Now I'll give in for sure.
"Okay, Luis."
The cookout started around 4, and the adults were the only ones allowed to drink. I didn't care about drinking, I wanted to smoke.
I grabbed my stash, and invited Dj, and Alexa to go with me.
"What's he doing here?" Alexa hissed.
Dj starts to speak, but I say something instead.
"He apologized to me, and I acceped. Now can we please smoke?" I sighed.
"Sure, who's rolling?" Alexa asked.
Dj rolled two blunts, and we still had some left for a bowl. I wasn't smoking all of my bud, that's why I left the rest inside.
We started on the first blunt.
"So, Dj what you're telling car, is that you actually do like her?" Alexa asked.
Dj blushed, "yeah, and I have for a while. I was just scared to admit it."
He looks at me waiting for me to say something, but I quiet them instead.
"What?!" Dj yells.
I duck them down, and I overheard some conversation not too far from us. I'm not sure who it was.
"So you think that girl staying with Luis will stay long?" One voice said.
"Shit, i doubt it. She's a weakling."
Me? A weakling? Hah.
"Let's smoke more, and Dj, I think it would be better if we stayed friends. I don't want to ruin that. I do like you, but it will ruin things." I explained.
As we continue to smoke, I get hungry.
"Let's go back and eat, yeah?"
With what I said, Alexa giggles, "pleaseee".
We head back to the party, and fill our plates full.
Randomly I ask Dj, "do you think you could train me?"
He almost chokes on his food.
"Why? What the hell do you need training for?" He asked.
He knows Luis is in a gang.
"Carson Reina Brooks. You did not join the vipes." He says.
I didn't say anything, and that's when Alexa slapped me, hard.
"You're are going to get yourself killed dumbass. Then who is going to be my maid of honor one day?" Alexa yells in my face.
People are starting to be aware of what is happening.
"Alexa, leave." Luis grits through his teeth.
She looks between me and him.
"Fine, when you get hurt, car, don't come to me."
How did I just gain one friend back and lose another one?.
"I'll train you, car. As long as I join the gang too." He looks at Luis.
Luis gets furious, " you can train here, Carson. Why do you need a personal trainer?"
I'm getting pissed at luis. Beyond pissed.
" because I want one. Can he join or not?" I too can be angry.
His jaw a clench, then his face softens.
"Anything for you, princess."
Dj clenches his jaws when Luis calls me princess.
This is going to be one wild experince.
***well another one done. Please bare with me, and disregard any mistakes.***
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He Broke me
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