-Monday, December 31st, 2019
JACOB POV
It was about to be New Years.
Already 2019.
It seemed like just 2 days ago I was laughing at Raquel's corny roast, calling some girl 'Dwayne Johnson'. Back when my humor was awol.
I giggled at the thought of me in high school with my bestfriend, waiting to burst out of that hell.
We'd all aged up 1. Raquel was 19, I was 20, Ethan was 18, & Dakota was 18. I've always dreamt about growing up with bestfriends from high school. Although I never imagined it'd be a reality because of how fucking fake people are.
But there is some shit on my mind.
Recently Ethan and I have been getting into a lot of shit lately. We had to jump this one nigga for spreading some gay ass rumor, & later on him and his bros pulled up on Ethan and I while we were at the liquor store. Usually Ethan and I could handle ourselves, but there was 5 of them.
And they had guns.
The only thing that stopped them was the cashier. He knew us, as we'd been coming to that store since Freshman year. He saw the fear in us and used the button behind the register to call the police. They came and by that time, the dudes were gone.
The only actual problem was that we didn't tell the girls. We didn't want them worrying or leaving us over this shit.
Big Mistake.
I sighed and closed my journal, placing it under my bed and sitting up, looking over at Quel, who was sleeping peacefully.
I got up and put a shirt on, before knocking on Kota's door. I heard shuffling and whispering, then the door cracked open.
"Wassup J? You good?"
She stared into my eyes and soon they began burning, a single tear rolled down my cheek and I looked down and quickly wiped it away.
"Can we talk? I just gotta let some shit off me."
She nodded quickly and for a few seconds she closed her door before Ethan flung it open and walked out.
He dapped me up and gave me a look. I reassured him that I was alright and he nodded and walked away.
I entered her rom and sat on a stool she had in front of her mirror.
I stared at the mirror, instantly noticing how it needed to be polished immediately. I turned back to her and saw her laughing.
"Hm?"
"You wanna clean it, don't you?"
"How you know?"
"Raquel told me you have bad OCD."
I laughed and soon frowned, thinking about the information I was about to tell Dakota.
Her smile also changed into a frown.
"Did you-"
