Pumped Up

Chapter 5

"Gaz what the fuck is wrong wit' yo' dumb ass?" Somebody shouted at the Cuban from their seat, but Garcia wasn't aware enough to notice who. The world was just spinning around him, painting a million colors for the teenager to see, where they normally would not exist. He didn't even respond to the person who talked to him, the drunk kid just happily gazed around the swirling room.

Eventually, without Gazzy realizing, they were assigned to their final work day on whatever project they'd been working on. Jahseh came over and put a hand on Gazzy's head, getting the kid's attention. Garcia snapped his head around to glare angrily at whoever touched him, until he realized it was just Jahseh.

"Oh, fuck, y'all make me think someone was tryna kill me!" Gazzy giggled, almost falling out of his chair as he leaned too far back from the side. Jahseh simply helped him back up. The Jamaican sighed and shook his head, figuring his partner was either high or drunk again—or both. If he were being honest, however, he was somewhat concerned for Gazzy's health. Something had to have made him that in need of drugs.

"Nope, just me. Do you remember what I told you to get done whip you were home?" Jahseh raised an eyebrow at Gazzy, who'd currently been digging a finger up his nose. The Cuban just stared at Jahseh with big, bloodshot eyes. Slowly, a big, wide smile crept across Gazzy's face, and he giggled uncontrollably. Somewhat disgusted, Jahseh slapped Garcia's hand away from his nose, before getting up to grab him some Kleenex. "Look, I don't want to treat you like you're a child, so please quit acting like one. What has you this fucked up anyways?"

"I'm drunk!" Gazzy slurred, laying his head down on his desk, rolling it from side to side. He was just having the time of his life, not realizing that his Jamaican partner was being tortured by his antics. Eventually, however, Jahseh gave up, focusing on finishing the project himself again.

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A whole hour passed with Gazzy just chattering on about nonsense and laughing. This kid was lucky to have ended up with Onfroy. He was known to be one of the most patient people around. Garcia was in great need of that, as he would have gotten whacked over the head by anyone else.

Eventually, everyone started to get up to leave for the next class. This time, Gazzy remembered to grab his things, as he didn't want a repeat of the previous day. Surprisingly enough, even in his drunken state, Garcia had been traumatized into remembering to grab his bag before leaving the classroom. Perhaps there was one good thing about the guy who caused the problem.

Little did Gazzy know, he was truly the one who caused the issue in the first place.

Just as the bell rang, Gazzy was ready to trot out of the room joyously, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Garcia turned around to see very familiar rainbow hair. Immediately the Cuban was confused, as he didn't have the capacity to remember which of his classes this "Tekashi" guy was in. For whatever reason, his mind didn't decide to care about that question, instead asking a different one.

"Why do people call you Tekashi?" Gazzy blurted our for no reason, just speaking on a whim. The rainbow-haired Mexican avoided the question altogether, instead putting a hand on Gazzy's back, shoving him out of the room.

"I'd rather not explain all this namesake shit right now, ah... where you at next class?" Daniel questioned Gazzy, who just stared back blankly.

"Uh... downstairs... somewhere." After responding, Gazzy's eyes drifted up to Daniel's hair again, his gaze just locked onto the colors. The drunk guy found them absolutely mesmerizing while intoxicated. "You got pretty girl hair!" Giggling, Garcia just said whatever came to mind, this particular comment making Daniel become flustered.

"Nigga it ain't girl hair! Fuck you thinking? Ah, ah, I should smack you upside ya head for that comment! Fuck is up, nigga?" The Mexican spat harsh words, becoming defensive all of a sudden.

"Whoa! Back off! I'm just tellin' y'all the truth!" Gazzy laughed, too gone to care about the physical threats being given to him. Unaware, he just ended up leaning on Daniel for support, who just angrily huffed before helping to support the dizzy teenager.

"Well, it ain't true. It ain't girl hair 'cause it's hair on my head and I ain't no girl, ah ah, so there ya go, solved the issue." The Mexican corrected Garcia once more, whose smile just dropped suddenly, and he became very unstable in his paces, as if he were about to pass out. "Yo, you good?"

"Yuh, yuh I'm... good..." Gazzy responded, not realizing he was now nearly being carried by the colorful guy next to him. The truth was, however, that the Cuban was about to pass out. Alcohol-induced fatigue had set in on him, and he could hardly put one foot in front of the other.

"Nigga no you ain't, you can hardly walk, I'm gon' sit you down for a moment, ah." Daniel hastily led Gazzy to a bench in one of the hallways of the school, making him sit down to rest. The Cuban was pale... paler than usual.

"Hey... I don't feel so good..." Garcia's eyes widened, and he laid his head in his hands, breaking out in a cold sweat. Everything was spinning around him, and he felt like he'd been rolling down a hill for the past hour. "Am I alive?"

"The fuck?" Daniel grew a concerned expression on his face, pulling the Cuban's head back up by his dreadlocks so he could feel his forehead. "How much did you drink, nigga?"

"L-like... two... whiskey..." At this point, Garcia could hardly keep his eyes open, just barely hanging onto consciousness by a thread. His words could hardly be understood with how slurred they'd become. Daniel had no idea what to do, and just kind of sat there, hoping the Cuban wouldn't pass out or throw up.

"Hey... Hey! Gazzy...?" Attempting to get the drunk teenager's attention once more, Daniel waved a hand in his face. "Yo, nigga, y'all freakin' me out, man!"

Gazzy just let out various tones of humming, not even able to speak anymore. For a moment, the Cuban wondered if he was dying right here and now. Soon enough, however, his consciousness was stripped from him, and he fell over sideways into Daniel's lap as the guy struggled to keep him off the floor.