Pumped Up

Chapter 4

Somehow, Gazzy managed to sleep that night. The dread-headed teen sat up slowly from the position in his bed, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. A splitting ache tore at his head, causing him to groan in pain.

One would have guessed he did too much the previous day, but it turns out he had only slept wrong. In all honesty, the kid didn't even realize he had drifted off sometime in the night.

Wondering what time it was, Garcia reached around for his phone, finding it was missing. Confused, he tried to remember what had happened yesterday. Soon enough, the Latino managed to remember he had thrown it somewhere.

Grudgingly getting up from his spot on the bed, he looked around for it, eventually finding the brick lodged in between some clothes strewn about the floor. He turned it on. Gazzy only wished to find the time, but as he turned his phone on, he saw a message from an unknown number that read:

'Morning! 🤪'

Gazzy's eyebrows furrowed. He really didn't remember much about he previous night. Or the day itself, if he were being honest. Heading to the kitchen for food, he looked into the message. When he reread the conversation from he might before, it all came back to him.

"Damn it!" Gazzy shouted aloud, shoving his phone back in his pocket. Mood all of a sudden bitter, he looked in the fridge for some food, eventually finding something to shove in the microwave for a minute or two.

He ate his food swiftly before going back to his room to pack up his things for school. At least it was a Friday. The teen avoided thinking about Tekashi at all costs. Slowly his mood began to improve again, especially with the stiff helping him out. The drink was warm and comforting. It made him feel a little less lonely in his world.

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Stumbling off the school bus, Gazzy almost fell on his face. He had barely caught the bus on time when he left, and he'd had too much liquor to see straight. Everyone knew it, but no one cared enough to say something to staff. Even if they did, the staff themselves didn't care enough. Garcia was known to behave this way since middle school, and people had given up on trying to stop him.

Dizzily the teen ambled to the commons, trying to look for his only real friend in the school. Soon enough, Gazzy was found, and a light punch to the shoulder greeted him. The drunk teenager smiled drowsily, figuring Omar was the one who had found him.

"Ayyyy whaaat's up niggaaaa?" Gazzy slurred drunkenly, putting an arm around the guy's neck, leaning towards him to ruffle his... long, soft hair with his fist....

Immediately confused, the teen shot his arm back to himself, looking to see bright hair, and a tattooed face. The guy was laughing?

"Whaaaaaaaat!?" Garcia shouted, immediately causing some heads to turn. The older guy obviously didn't want to cause a scene, as he seemed almost frantic to cover the dread-headed kid's mouth.

"Shhh!" The brightly colored teen held his hand over Gazzy's mouth, as the latter shot a glare at him. It slowly sank in that this was Tekashi. Garcia shoved the guy away, pummeling him with questions.

"Why y'all following me? I ain't wanna talk to you, nigga! Who y'all think I am? You got somethin' special to share? Gay ass motherfucka'!"

"Ah ah, now chill, boy!" Tekashi held his hands out in front of himself, motioning for Gazzy to bring it down, but it was hopeless with the alcohol coursing through the kid's veins.

"Nah nigga y'all answer me!" Gazzy insisted, slurring every word he could barely utter. His eyes were glazed over and he was swaying in his feet.

"Look, what did your ass not get about a joke? Y'all bum ass found my number in ya bag, ah? Nigga I wanna talk to ya dumb ass!" Tekashi tried desperately to explain himself without causing a scene, having to shush Gazzy from time to time, since the kid was pretty damn loud.

After quite a long time of pointless argument, it finally sunk into Garcia's head what this guy was saying.

"What?" Or not.

Tekashi sighed in disappointment, but the drunk teen had calmed down a bit. Gazzy tried to look at Tekashi's face, but unknowingly was just staring off into space. His senses were completely shot.

"Nigga, listen to me. I did that shit 'cause I wanna be friends wit' ya dumb ass." The rainbow-haired guy finally was able to get his point across. Gazzy's eyes opened as much as they could as he finally realized what a joke was.

"Ohhhhh! Nigga that makes a whole ass lot more sense!" And with that, all of a sudden Gazzy was laughing. There was no possible way he meant anything he said right now. Tekashi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. There was a fairly large crowd all looking in their direction now. "Ya ass got issues talking to niggas though... why ain't ya just speak?" The dread-headed teen giggled uncontrollably, his behavior was to the point that everyone around was realizing the kid was just drunk, and nothing spectacular was happening. It was too bad for the people who wanted to witness a fight.

"Ah ah... Boy you ain't thinking, I'll come talk to ya when you sober." The Mexican gave up trying to say anything right now. It could have been that he was just done trying... or it could have been because he had seen Omar making his way over to Gazzy.

They weren't on the best of terms.

Omar approached his friend and poked the side of the shorter guy's head.

"Aye dumbass, drunk again? I heard ya yelling at someone." He hadn't identified who it was, however, that Gazzy had been shouting at. Tekashi would have been thankful to know that.

"Yuh! But it a'ight now, he just left!" Gazzy wore a gigantic, stupid smile on his face, complaerely unaware of the attention he'd garnered with all the shouting. Omar rolled his eyes at his Latino friend, Putin a hand behind his back to guide him to walk.

"Ight nigga, whatever you say. We gotta get to class though lil dude. If we skip again we gone have to make up more time and I ain't tryna do that. But imma walk yo' ass there, y'all look like you about to fall over anyway." Laughing a bit, Pineiro insisted on escorting Gazzy to class, who really didn't care either way.

"I don't give a fuck, nigga I ain't going to no class!" Garcia giggled, what he said wasn't what he meant. Perhaps it was, but he couldn't act on any decision right now. The taller guy just remained silent, making sure Gazzy didn't tumble to the ground as they approached the smaller guy's first class.

"You gotta be on ya own now, don't end up killin' ya self, 'ight?" Omar pointed a finger in Gazzy's direction as the guy just watched in confusion.

"Uh... yuh..." Stumbling a bit, the Cuban waved, uncoordinated before slowly ambling into the classroom. Looking around, he'd realize this was English. "Ah nigga I'm shit at this class! I ain't give a fuck about no words!"

As Garcia shouted, the whole class looked up at him. Normal classroom chaos couldn't even compare to this one guy alone. He just smiled and waved in a giddy manner before sitting down.

This day was off to just a wonderful start...