lucy, i'm drunk

VI

- a week after the backwood -
[ lucy's pov ]

i leave the building and i accidentally bump into Chris and his friend.

"yoo!" his friend greets me as if hes known me for years.

he was really tall, tan, he looked like he was latino but his eyes lowkey made him look asian.

i kept quiet and i dont talk. i just look at him confused.

"excuse him, hes high..." chris says.

"sir, i not am." his friend laughs "Sean is who i am." he puts out his hand.

i shake his hand "lucy."

"i know your name already..." sean looks at chris wiggling his eyebrows "you know, chr-"

chris puts his hand firmly on sean's mouth and whispers to sean "bro shut the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up." chris then looks at me and fake smiles.

"yo, mane...." sean says backing out "mi amigo, ian tryna, ya kno... i know yall have this... yeah... imma.... you ask her.... ya kno- that." sean says laughing and he goes to smoke some more.

chris puts his hand on his hat awkwardly and he starts laughing and i laugh together with him.

"yeah, i should probably listen to sean's ass even though hes high." chris laughs and he looks at me with his blue eyes.

"i dont have nothing to do today and im done with all the shit i was doing this whole week..." he looks nervously at the floor. "i havent talked to you for a week and i guess i wanna catch on, you wanna hang or something...?" he looks into my eyes.

i nod and blush "yeah, sure..."

chris gets his phone and i put my phone number in it.

he looks at his phone and back at me then he winks then smiles.

"see you later beautiful!" he says walking away towards sean.

-

i go back home with groceries and the image of chris smiling haunts me even though i havent seen him for only an hour.

while i was unpacking the groceries i get a notification from chris.

•

[unknown number] :
heyy

me : hi!

Chris 💫 : you still
wanna meet up today?

me : whatever
suits you 🤷🏽‍♀

Chris 💫 : see you
at 5 pm in front of
the building then

me : aight bet

•

then my boyfriend calls.
this boring ass motherfucker.

"you havent been calling me for two hours."

bitch, are you for real?
"so you're expecting me to call you every hour?" i ask francais

"well yes, i have the right to know everything you do."

this nigga i swear to god...

"look francais... you're great, handsome, smart... but, youre too controling. i need to breathe. i cant be with someone who treats me like i cant take care of myself. you're always the first one to view my stories in instagram, youre snitching me to MY MOM when i do dumb shit, you force me to study... i dont need that shit." i say.