Flight 1

Drunk

Once class was over, I was happy as hell, I did not eat breakfast so my little ass had to eat. I cought up with Dlo, but of course he was with Donte, but I really did not care.

"Hey." I said to Dlo

"Whadup." Dlo said

"Hungry."

"Ya fat ass always hungry." Dlo picked on me.

"Shut up." I smiled at him.

We got to lunch and I got my sandwhich and started chomping. Donte planted his ass right in front of me, and then it hit me, this nigga sits at my table. He was eating a chicken fillet and snacking on his hot cheetos.

"Hi." Donte said, breaking the ice.

I just looked at him, thinking, should I speak back, am I taking this shit personally? Or should I leave his ass looking dumb while I eat my food.

"Okay." he put the hot cheeto bag to his mouth and poured.

"Hi." I said.

"Oh, so you talk now?" He said acting too comfortable.

"Better be happy I'm talking at all, Don" I said with an attitude, why was I so salty?

"Why you so salty?" This nigga took the words right out my head.

I guess I gotta loosen up, I mean, I'm living with him, and he is my best friend.

I shrugged "You talked to Mackenzie bout yesterday right?"

"Nah, why the fuck would I talk about that." he said, very chill.

"I'm not about to have you being a nigga that cheats and lies to his girlfriend."

""Who the fuck is lieing and cheating?" I looked at him like Boo Boo the fool.

"Forget it." This nigga makes me mad.

"Nah, you always getting mad all of the sudden, we never faught before, fuck wrong with you?"

My thoughts stopped, this guy really got me in my feelings. Am I acting like a bitch? I mean, adleast I got somewhere to stay and be safe.

I just thought to not say nothing else, because Donte got his ass a temper, and I aint bout to get him mad.

"I'm not mad." I said very calmly.

"Yea, aight." He got up and dumped his tray

***

I got off the bus and walked home with Donte, he can't really hold a grudge.

We walked past my house, well, my old house. I started thinking about my mom. Donte noticed me looking and started a conversation.

"You miss your home?" He asked.

"Just thinking about my ma. She ain't used to be like this, ya know?" He nodded

Donte knew me since 5th grade, he knows how my mom used to be drug free and loved me, and we used to go out with my real dad, and play at the park when I was younger.

"She really changed, I feel bad for her." I shook my head.

One thing me and Donte have in common is that both of our dads died when we were younger.

"Its depression, Kayla."

"Shes gonna end up killing herself one day, and I won't be able to help her." I said.

"Shake it off, don't think of the negative."

"Yea."

We got home and I threw myself on the couch, and watched tv. Donte's mom was upstairs sleeping, but she cooked us a meal before she went to bed.