<cheers> "Look, you don't know anybody here, so just stay close to me and act natural, cool," asked DJ when we arrived at the most hottest party LA had to offer. Yes, i went. Does my mom know? Not yet anyway, who cares. I'm not thinking about her at all. I am here to have fun.
"You're saying I'll embarrass you?" I asked. "I mean...when you put it like that. -" "DJ, what's up kid?" It was some dude that obviously knew DJ. He was tall, dark, and skinny. Had a few tattoos here and there. He had swag. I liked him. "Rave, this is my boy Rosco, from cooking class" confirmed DJ. "What's up, baby," began Rosco. "How you doin'?" "Hey" i said, more dryly than usual.
"Say, DJ," began Rosco, staring at me "why don't you go get another shorty under your arm, I'll take care of Rave" "Alright bro" "DJ you can't just leave me here!" I shouted. "Don't worry about it, Rosco got you" he half-said "Yeah baby, dont worry, everybody knows me in here. Aint nobody gonna bother you, trust." "So you like the King of LA?" I asked, sarcastically. <laughs> "Aww babygirl, i own LA, and whatever you want, it's on me okay baby?" he said all smooth like.
"Okay," i began, pulling up my shirt. Because Rosco's eyes were locked on my breasts. "Don't you think it's too hot for that?" asked Rosco. "What, my jacket?" "Yeah....your jacket" "Why don't you just take it off?" "But my shirt-" "I love it, it's sexy on you baby....now, take it off" he ordered.
Weirdly, I obeyed him. I mean, it was just a jacket. Not like i was going to do anything else for him. Or was I? I mean afterall, you heard him. He owned LA, he had the world at the palms of his hands.
Maybe I should just stay close to DJ like we planned. No, i have a different plan.
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The Price To Pay
Short StoryHi, I'm Raven, I'm 16 years old and full of curiosity. I mean, my parents always tell me I'll get hurt one day because of it. Parents, what do they know? Well turns out, they knew exactly what they were talking about. Because that night, changed my...
