"WOULD YOU BRING YOUR ASS DOWN ALREADY!?" Marcel yells through the phone. If this nigga yells at me one more time I'm gonna fuck him up. Idk who he thinks he is. "Can you please chill there's no need to yell damn." "Well if you females didn't take five years to get ready then I wouldn't be yelling. Your make up is going to get messed up anyways cause you're gonna be sweatin." "Just shut up Marcel. I'm coming gosh." I hang up & walk out the house.
I see Marcel waiting out the car for me wearing black & white joggers, a white shirt, and icy whites with a silver cross chain & a black diamond earring...I didn't know his ear was pierced. "Why you copy me?!" I ask as walk towards him.
"Actually you copied me. Idk why out of all colors you pick black & white." "Whatever can we go." "Yes we're already extremely late." "Marcel its only 10:30!!!" "So?" He says as he opens the passenger door for me. I get in & he closes it after he makes sure I'm good. He gets in the car & starts driving to the hotel.
"Why they change the location I thought it was supposed to be at his house. Are you sure they want me here? I don't think they want me to go I've never been invited to one of their parties. I think they're up to something Marcel I don't want to go anymore." I say, starting to panic a little. I mean these people have never tried to even say hi to me all the years i've been at this school so what's their point now? I just don't understand it at all."It's okay. Stop worrying just calm down. They're not up to something. If they were then why would I even put you in that position? I would never do that to you. Tonight we're just going to have a lot of fun okay? We're gonna dance, drink, SOCIALIZE, we're just gonna have fun." he says as he smiles at me. I slouch in the chair & just look ahead at the road. I don't know what it is I'm just not having a good feeling about this at all. Marcel looks at me & puts his hand on mine. I look up at him and smile a little. With I feel safe. i don't think anything will go wrong.
I start to loosen up a little. I take his aux cord & plug it up to my phone. "I hope you not playing no dumb ass music on there Miracle." "It may be dumb to you but I love this music so you're gonna have to deal with it since you're making me go to this damn party." "Whatever. You better not play no white shit." "Marcel, shut the fuck up. Just hush. Damn." I go to my music playlist and play These Walls by Kendrick Lamar. I don't care what anyone says this is my soooooong.
"Sex, she just want to close her eyes and sway. If you, if you, if you exercise your right to work it out. Its true, its true, its true, shout out to the birthday girls say hey. Say hey, everyone deserves a night to play. And shes plays only when you tell her no." Marcel says quietly. Yeah see, he's hip he know this song is lit. We both start singing the chorus & just start laughing. "See now you're loosened up. Come on, we're here." he says as he gets out the car. He comes over to my side & opens my door for me. I get out and look at the hotel. There are cars everywhere it's probably already packed in here.
******Marcel******
"You ready? Is this your first party you've been to?" I asked Miracle as I open the door for her & help her out the car. "Tbh yes this is my first party." "Well, get ready to have he time of your life." I say was I put my hand around her waist & enter the doors of Loews Atlanta Hotel. This is actually a nice hotel. Very classy, I wonder what they're gonna think bout all these ghetto ass people in this damn place. They know this is bout to get crazy. I wonder how much this lil nigga is paying them. "Hello, welcome to Loews Atlanta Hotel may I help you?" A greeter says to us as we walk in. "We're here for a party tonight. I don't know the young mans name but he told me there was a party here." "Oh right. Whats your name sir?" "Marcel. Or Marcellus." "Marcel!? Oh yes please come this way he said that as soon as you get here to escort you upstairs. If you take these elevators to the top floor you'll find you're way." "Um, iight. Thanks ma'm."
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Typical Teenager.
Teen FictionA 17 Year Old Girl, Miracle, Has Been Bullied Her Hold Life For Being A Lil Overweight At Westfield High In Atlanta, Georgia. She lives By Herself Ever Since Her Parents Passed Away 3 Years Ago & She Has No Family. She's Been Living In This Cold Cru...