Trap Queen: Part 2

Chapter Eighteen: Part 2

Soon after, I joined the kickback.

As expected, only a few homies were there. Maybe twenty people. It was a chill vibe: low music played in the background, beer, weed, and food. The girls had our side and tables. We had our own shit going on. On the opposite side, were the guys. I tried so hard not to look at Diablo. I just said hello to all the guys, but not him directly then walked away.

I spent a lot of time sitting in between both sides, in the beginning, catching up with Geo. It was nice to talk to him. It's harder to find time to kick it with him now that he is too busy being a dad, working hard to make his wedding happen with his fiance Lily, while I've been living a nightmare. I'm so over this shit. It was good talking to my brother though.

When I switched back to the girl's table, that's when shit got fun. I started drinking a lot while Lilly started discussing her wedding, and selected me as her maid of honor. That shit was so depressing. I still can't believe my little brother is getting married. It wasn't the right time to talk about weddings with me, so I tried to cut the conversation short, and it works. The girls started spilling the chisme about shit in the gang and it was good.

In the middle of a juicy chisme, Monica leans into my ear and whispers. "There's someone that wants to meet you."

I look over my shoulder and give her a look.

At this point, I'm drunk as fuck, and my head feels loopy.

"Who the fuck wants to meet me?" I practically yell.

"Shh," she laughed, also drunk as fuck. "That cutie over there. I swear if Toby wasn't in the picture I woulda- I would do something with him that's for sure."

"Well fuck you, he wants to talk to ME," I slurred.

"You're going to go?" she asks surprised.

"Fuck yeah," I said loudly. "A night of passion is long overdue. I need love under the sheets, and I'm getting it tonight. Angel!?"

She looks up. "What!"

"Is it okay if I use your guest room for an hour or so," I ask making the homegirls laugh.

"Yeah, go fuck anywhere just not Ben's room," she said blankly.

I nod sharply.

"Where is he?" I slurred, stumbling to my feet.

Monica laughs at me struggling, before helping me balance.

"He's the one over there in the red shirt. His name is Martin," she points to a group of guys.

"Oh I see him," I assured then start wavering my way over there.

Roughly ten footsteps later, I feel someone grasp my upper arm stopping me in my tracks.

Thinking it's Monica, I quickly turn around and scowled. "What now?"

"Veronica."

My eyes go wide when I see him.

The sudden shock of surprise was enough to sober me up instantly.

Daniel's face is inches from mine. His body swayed slowly side to side indicating that he's also very drunk. That's got to be the reason he has the balls to be here.

"What the FUCK are you doing? Who gave you permission to come in?" I hissed through my teeth, getting worked up instantly.

"I let myself in. We need to talk," he said calmly. As if I was going to listen and skip right ahead.

I look behind me to make sure no one notices him here. The guys are luckily still having their conversation unaware of Daniel.

"You need to go right now. You're fucking drunk, and if Diablo sees you-," I warned, but he cuts me off.