Other Side.

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So far tonight's prom had been a waste. 

Everybody was boo'd up except Samore (or Sam for short) since she didn't attend Lakeside High and showed up simply because of tonight's festivities. Her cousin, Marquita promised that she had her and would have Sam, a suitable date for tonight.

Naively Sam believed that, but all Marquita could pull out of her hat was Damon Jefferies. Somebody who liked to be called by his street name. And had bad breath due to the fake gold grills he constantly wore—the fruit punch he sipped made it no better.

Sam poked around a cake slice on the plastic plate she carried. She was careful not to get any in her braces as she ate while watching the room. Unlike most of the girls there who were in outfits from places like rainbow and other cheap brands. Samore wore a custom-made designer dress and heels. Her outfit choice was fye, yet her hair was a whole 'nother story since she let Marquita style it.

Besides this, there was nothing she found attractive about Damon. His speech patterns were similar to a four-years-old. He wore his underwear hanging out of his jeans and had meaningless tattoos. All around his medium tone complexion were patches of black ink resembling a doodle pad.

Marquita was too hooked on her date, Cruel Wilson to notice the pair weren't at all feeling each other.

"This fruit punch taste likes kool-aid." She said as she sashayed over with a white foam cup.

"And the cake taste like mold." Sam agreed.

"We need to go out for drinks." She suggested. "Damon has an ID card we can use it for..."

They understood where Marquita was going with this. So she felt no real reason to continue explaining anything to them. Instead, they pretended to leave the Gymnasium for the bathroom. Before deciding to dip out of the building through an emergency side door and into the parking lot heading for Cruel's car.

They all four hopped in as he sped off down the wet road with his favorite rapper's music playing.

Damon splashed his drink onto a passing vehicle from the backseat.

The sound of screeching tires followed as he popped his head out of the window to curse out whomever.

Though Sam found it amusing for reasons left unexplained. None of it actually impressed her since she grew up around guys who did much worst.

The liquor store owner stood out on the corner with a cigarette in his frail hands. As the group of teenagers pushed their way inside of the gas station with Marquita leading the way.

Cruel and Damon grew small when they spotted another group from this area already inside. Which only worsened when it was time to pay for the items they had purchased. Because the cashier wasn't overlooking the fake ID card, they tried using.

Damon went back and forth with the cashier making himself look dumb. Trying to convince the man it was, in fact, real. As they were arguing Sam's eyes wandered over to one of the boys who held up his black hoodie. So she could get a glimpse of the drink that he had taken before he walked right out.

And she followed meeting him at his car as he rested at the hood.

"Rondo." He introduced minutes after.

"Sam!" Marquita called when she saw her cousin staring the stranger down, he was tall and dark tone.

Her brown eyes lingered over the pair. "Um, I'll meet up with y'all later on." Sam decided which caused Marquita's mouth to spread open. She squinted while watching her cousin get inside Rondo's expensive ride before he drove away.

Inside Sam cracked open the drink and gulped it down. The bitter taste stung her tongue. But it was the satisfaction that came afterward that she had longed for all day.

When it settled so, did she as she leaned into the passenger seat. Rondo glanced her way as a soft smirk decorated her brown face. Before all her attention shifted outside of the window at the night sky while the smooth voice of Brandy flew through the speakers—almost doesn't count.

Whereas Rondo had other things on his mind.

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