Behind His Scene (XXXTentacion)

5. Runaways pt. 1

For a couple of days I didn't work in the bay suite for X. I'd been moved to do experience in the resort restaurant and by day two I figured I'd have to wait to see X again. Seb carried on serving there with another worker.
He'd pulled me aside on his way to get more bottles of Hennessy from the bar.
"Girl, X keeps coming down stairs with two smokes every time I've seen him go out while I'm working in the Bay suite." He was excited to tell me, and it wasn't unpleasant to hear that my presence had been missed.
I'd been busting my ass serving old white people their gourmet dinners all night and had lost track of the time. Seb had already come and go, I was working with him in X's suite tomorrow. Miss June had to remind me I was ready to finish now. Mom had already gone home after she sprained her wrist today working on the pool catering, she was always so careless around wet floors it wasn't the first time she'd done it. I was suppose to call her to pick me up. When I walked outside I sat down on one of the golf carts, lighting a cigarette, deciding to have a moment to myself, the contrast of silence outside to the busy restaurant was so calming, it was still so hot and humid outside and I really couldn't of been bothered to call my mother right now. Taking a long drag, I unlocked my phone, my Instagram sending a banner notification
"@ Dahlia.main: @ xxxtentacion started following you"
I smiled softly to myself, then immediately checked my own posts to make sure anything embarrassing could be deleted quickly. I was concentrated on my phone so much I hadn't noticed the roar of a BMW pulling up beside me. I looked up quickly instantly thinking it would be a residential telling me they were going to complain that I was smoking, but the window rolled down, and the first thing I saw were blonde and black dreads.
"Smoking with out me, shawty?" X smiled looking me up and down.
I pushed of the golf cart, taking a drag, I walked towards the slick car and shrugged, "I've heard you have been too.." I grinned. I can't lie I was happy he'd stopped to talk to me.
"I guess finding a real bitch really is hard." He rolled his eyes, clearly joking.
"I'm the realest you'll come across, don't get it twisted." I laughed, "Where are you off to?" I asked, hesitantly trying not to pry.
"The cocktail dude told me you finished now. I thought maybe you'd like a ride home." He shrugged, "I like to lend a helping hand."
I froze for a moment, was he really here for that. "My mom's gonna pick me up when I call her." I said, feeling bad. I instantly regretted saying that my mom was going to pick me up, really attractive, a girl who needs her momma to pick her up after work everyday.
X didn't seem turned off he just smiled, "Save her the trip." He shrugged.
I really didn't want to say no. But I didn't know if I was sure about this. I missed him, and I'd known him for two days. He was magnetic.
The thing that made me want to say no was how bad I really wanted to say yes.
'I could be your habit.'  He's voice rang in my mind.
"Okay. Yes a ride home would be great thanks." I said.
X looked satisfied. "Hop in the whip." He said in an overly white voice, making me laugh.
I walk around to the other side of the car, It was the type of car I wouldn't even be rich enough to take photos of. I pulled at the handle, jumping back when the door opened upwards. I looked at it confused. It was clearly meant to do that, but I was so sure for a second so had broken it. X was tapping on the steering wheel. I got in, pulling the door down. Shoving my bag in between my legs.
I looked to X who put the car in gear, rolling forward before he slammed the breaks on.
I jolted forward softly and stopped, my back hitting the seat.
X looked at me lighting a cigarette. He was waiting for something. I looked in front of us, there were no cars ahead and we were close to the front gates.
I took a drag from my smoke and ashed out the window before looking to him again.
"What.." I asked with an exhale, finally. I'd expected him to say I needed to repay him in someway.
I was extremely surprised and amused at his next words.
"Click, clack.. front and back shawty" He said pointing to his seat belt.
I laughed, "for real?"
"I'll go to jail for beating a n*gga, I sure as hell not going to the dog house cause my bitch didn't secure herself safely in the whip." He said again in an overly white tone.
I laughed again and put my seat belt on, making sure to over exaggerate by tightening it and double pushing it into the buckle.
"Thank you." He sighed, putting his foot down, and speeding out of the resort gate.
"I'm not your bitch.." I said grinning.
"A bitch in my whip, is a my bitch, is MY bitch in MY whip." He looked to me with a funny face, "which means right now.. here in my whip. You are indeed my bitch."
I rolled my eyes, "I can walk.." I threatened.
"Why would you when you could have a perfectly nice, young black man to drive you around in his expensive car."
"You make it sound like I'm paying you to do it."
"Nah all my bitches get a ride home in expensive cars." He said, I looked to him. He was holding his smile or laugh in.
"Still not your bitch"
"Still in my whip." He said back quickly.
I laughed, I couldn't help it. He was such a kid.
We sat listening to the radio for a while Smoking our cigarettes, I took occasional glances at him. When we got closer to town I saw the Wendy's sign appear closer, X pulled into the drive thru.
"Pulling up on that ass for some muthafucking frosty's" He half yelled.
I laughed shaking my head at him, he seemed so playful tonight, before he'd been so serious and seductive but I enjoyed this side of him, making funny remarks and voices.
"You want a frosty?" He looked at me, eyes big and curious. He was so cute but at the same time so hot.
"Yeah, Sure I've never had one.." I said casually, lighting another cigarette.
Like before the car was only rolling forward but he slammed his foot to the break jolting the car gently, X turned his torso and looked at me
"Are you for real?" He asked.
"Yeah.. my mom and I never buy fast food we usually don't have the money to waste." I shrugged taking another drag.
"Waste? This shit ain't a waste shawty, you'll be back after every shift begging for me to bring you here, for a frosty." He said confidently, driving forward a little more.
I shook my head "Ice cream isn't really my thing anyway."
X shook his head back, "You got me fucked up."
I laughed softly, "Whatever."
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When the lady at the window handed us two large cups I was confused.
"This isn't ice cream, you know that right?" I looked at X, holding was seemed to be a chocolate milkshake.
"I know, But I gotta drive so I decided we could just drink it instead." He shrugged pulling out of Wendy's.
"My house is towards the bay, 10 minutes east from the resort." I said. X started driving the right way.
"So is it weird hanging out with someone who doesn't see you as a celebrity?" I asked, trying to dig deeper into his personality.
"Yes and no." He said. "I mean, theres pro's and con's to it. Pro's, you don't ask questions about music, girlfriends, famous friends and all that shit. But cons? You aren't obsessed with me and.." he paused
"It makes it harder for you to get in my pants?" I cut him off.
"Yeah type shit." He smiled softly.
"I mean honestly I don't know if I've ever heard your music or not. Would I of heard it on the radio maybe?" I shrugged taking my first sip of the frosty in my hand. Fuck. It was so good.
"Yeah, I told you." X smirked looking to me for a glance. He was right, frosty's we're good.
"Whatever, you were right answer the question." I rolled my eyes.
"Mm bossy, that's hot." He said.
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{continued next chapter, coming soon}