The Life of Jessie: Thug Life?

I'm Not Bad, I Just Do Bad Things Pt. 1

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Jessie's POV

Is it possible to die from a heart attack at the age of 16? Because my heart was beating 100 mph and felt about to explode!

I was dreading tonight and my whole being was shaking. I wasn't ready and I knew the guys could tell, from the way they kept looking back at me. I needed a drink or maybe a blunt to Clam me down.

"Hey," Oscar says taping my knee.

I look over at him and as if he could read my mind, he passed me a Krisp blunt, "You look like you're gonna need it," he smiled at me reasuringly.

I take it from him and grab his lighter from the cup holder. I light it up and take a hit, another and another, hoping it will kick in quickly and this night will go by super fast. I pass the rest of the blunt to the guys in the back and hear how they all start to chock up.

"Pussies," I snieker.

" Shut up Dopey, just Cuz you don't chock mean you bad," Jesus retorts.

" Mijo, I'm not bad, I just do bad thing," a say turning in my seat to look at him.

" Well hopefully you won't have to do anything bad anymore," Oscar says in a hush tone but, we all heard him clearly.

We got to Salazar's place and the weed was kicking in and it felt great! There was music and people lounging around. A few were dancing and others were at the bar sipping on only the best liquor. One thing I could admit about Salazar,  is that he only wanted the best of the best. His place was huge, windows that seemed to touch the sky and doors that took you to a completely different place. I have only been here twice and every time I'm still impressed.

" Welcome," Salazar greeted us once he appeared through the crowd.

"Nice place, we thought Jess was playin when she talked about your crib," Junior says.

" You be talking about me Chiquita," Salazar smirked at me and I would have rolled my eyes at this but, I was high as a kite and just giggled.

" You wish," I purred.

Salazar smiled at me and I cringed inwardly at the sight of it.

" Well the drinks are over there and the rooms upstairs are off limits," he says the last thing looking at Jesús.

" What!?" He shrieked, " I'm not gonna do anything."

The guys laughed and all went their separate ways, leaving me with the old pervert.

" Do you want a drink Chiquita? " He asked as we approached the bar and his arm went around my waist.

" No, I don't drink," I tell him.

" Get her one of those wine coolers, " he said to the bartender, completely ignoring me.

" I'll just have a sprite, " I say throwing the bartender off.

He looked from me to Salazar unsure who to listen too. So, I'm guess he went both ways, he pulled a cup out from under the counter and a clear bottle and poured the drinks in together. He slowly slide the drink in front of me and hesitantly walked off to the other people. I looked at the drink in front of me, unsure if I wanted it but the squeeze Salazar gave my side, told me to take it.

" Are you going to drink it?" He asked persistently.

" I didn't want this," I retort and see the bartender glance over quickly.