Intentional Foul • Kyle Kuzma

chapter 29: acid trippin in L.A.

Adrienne

im dancing with the people I don't know in the dance floor, my whole body is numb and there's a tingly sensation on my spine- no matter how I grind with these people it still doesnt feel like they are here with me, everything feels like a dream and the colors of the flashing lights we're so vivid it made me so happy- the kick of acid trip and mary jane being mixed is so heavenly, my body feels like its going to float any minute now- i thought about the modelling industry and how i could make a name for myself there and make a lot of money and stopped depending and flexing my dad's cash, i think im gonna do it whatever, im an independent woman i can do this by myself and no one can bring me down okay? you can do this sis, fuck school- youre doing well in your studies anyway and you can do those things both at the same time.

so i took out my phone in the middle of the dance floor- replying back to every modeling company that offered me a deal through ig and agreed to sign their contract, I inhaled deeply and then exhaled and a wide smile spread across my face- its time to be spontaneous girl its okay no to follow on what is planned- and this is just one step that im taking on conquering the world, man I love myself right now, it feels like i can do anything!

I sighed in relief as I took in the sight of where I am while the people dance on the music living the best time of their life until a beautiful man came in my vision, he's wearing his collab stripped shirt with guess, a calvin klein fitted jeans and golf le fluer peach converse- his eyes and his teeth glimmered with the gold and diamond chains on his neck as the lights flash through him.

"hey rakim," im surprise on how i sound, my voice came of very light its almost as if I'm breathless, but my smile never leaving my face anyway.

"hey LaRitza." he smiled, I don't know but my second name slid of his tongue so gracefully like his mouth is the perfect and only mouth that is allowed to pronounce that name i dont even like.

"you know i don't like being called that." I pouted at him and he chuckled, but thinking about it LaRitza isn't a bad name at all- i shouldn't mind when people call me that it actually sounds cool and kinda unique.

"and you know I don't like being called rakim, but you still did." he smirked and pinch my nose, I giggled.

"sorry." I murmured and put on a puppy eyes that I know rakim mayers could never resist. I catched him bit his lower lip and smiled.

"its okay." he whispered as he tuck the loose strands of my hair in my ears. that slight gesture sent shiver down my spine when he made contact on my skin. is he even for real? he looks so dreamy It feels like I'm in a paradise as I stand here with him in the middle of all these people dancing around us- whom I cant feel, its like the two of us in the middle of the chaos.

"so I accepted it!" i told him like I was a child telling her dad that she achieved something and expects him to be proud.

"accepted what?" he frowned but his voice is gentle, I noticed that people around us are getting mad and screaming at us, but why are they mad? they aren't here, theyre not real- i frowned at their distorted faces, theyre glitching in different colors that looked like if I touch them they'll fade away.

"the modeling companies, i accepted their offer!" I almost called him daddy at that moment right there, a big smile spread across his face and pulled me in to a hug.

"that's my girl!" he said and broke the hug and look at me with a glint in his eyes. "I'm proud of you, see its not that bad on stepping out your comfort zone right? you got nothing to lose. the gang is here support to you." he looked like a proud father as he ruffled my hair like i am his little child. "I'm proud of you." and there, he said it- four words that I doubt i would ever hear my father say to me, it was always lonzo; his favorite.

I cant help it, someone or something is whispering inside my head telling me to do it, and there's something about him that's pulling me closer towards him, so i trusted my reflexes and tiptoed to kiss him, my lips made contact with his lips as i wrap my arms around his neck- I moved my lips slowly but he's not responding so I bit his lower lip to get what i want- but flacko pushed me off of him, he looks mad.

he grabbed me by the hand and pull me out of the dance floor with him roughly, he took me in an empty room and closed the door, its just us here now- none of those glitching people anymore.

"man, what the fuck are you doing Adrienne? you crazy?" he raised his voice at me as he rub his hands on his face, i didn't answer coz he looks really frustrated about what I did. "here you go again with your daddy issues!" i flinched when he pushed me against the wall the impact so strong a few things on the shelf that is attached to wall fell down.

"bro seriously you gotta start hanging out with people your age woman, you got some serious issues!" he said and looked at me intently in the eyes.

"i know." I sighed in looked down.

"i know too! for a long time and even though youre in drugs you could never-" he stopped a little to catch his breath. "you could never do what you did on that dance floor." his voice calmed down and he's breathing heavily.

he took a step forward and held my chin up to look at his bloodshot eyes, i smirked- neither of us is sober.

"is there something wrong? you can tell me ade." his eyes may not be sober but its genuine. but I brush his hands off of me and ignored what he said.

"shut up rakim, come here and kiss me. i know you wanted to," I looked at him straight in the eyes and he looked back intently like he cant believe the words that left out my mouth right now. "for a long time now." I continued and smirked as I waited for his next move.

"fuck it." that was the last word I heard from him.