The Life of Jessie: Thug Life?

Another Loved One

"Don't be loud," I heard hushed voices around me.

It's 12 in the afternoon already!" Someone exclaimed.

"It was a long night,"they said.

"Well can't she go to the room?" They asked.

One thing I couldn't stand, is when people had the nerve to talk and think you can't hear them.

"I can f**kin hear you," I grumble.

"See, she's awake now," I here some guys voice.

I reach for my phone and check the time. He was right it was noon and I felt like I had no sleep. Last night was a blur and I was hoping I didn't make a fool of myself. I sit up slowly and try to figure out where I was. I look around and did not remember how I got here. I faintly remember I was in my prima's room and got up to go to the bathroom, after that I'm not really sure but by the looks of it I preferred the couch.

"Hey, how ya feeling?" I hear Itsy

"I'm fine, just gotta get myself together," I tell her.

I move to stand up and realize something...I don't have any pants on.

"What the hell? Where are my pants?" I say wrapping the cover around me and notice I was just in a tanktop.

"You took them off but you have shorts on," Itsy tells me.

I look under the cover and see she's right but these shorts were hella short.

"I would like my pants," I tell her.

"They're in my room," she says and a smirk spread on her face.

My eyes shifted to the guys behind her and to her, "You got names homie?" I nod at them.

They stare at me and at Itsy, then back at me. I guess they don't.

I get to my feet but not before a wad of money falls out of my bra. Shit.

I pick it up quickly and look up at the guys and their eyes scanning me. Itsy's eyes were glued to the money in my hand and I quickly stuffed it back in my bra, making my way to her room. I change back into my clothes and head to the bathroom to freshen up some. My make up was a mess, caked under my eyes and my eyelashes were clumped together. My hair was a tangled nest and starting to get oily. I got one of the girls hair ties and put my hair up in a ponytail, leaving my bang out. Once I thought I was worth looking at, I step out and head back out to the living room.

"You're cousin seems stuck up," I hear one of the guys say.

"She's far from stuck up Marko," Itsy tells me.

"Then what's with the attitude?" He specifies.

Damn it! I yell in my head.

I walk in and just look at them and Marko just smiles at me. I send a glare his way and make my way outside to the patio, slamming the door behind me. I reach into my pocket and start rolling up and just stay faded for the rest the week. I needed to be in another world if I was going to make it in this shit hole of a town. I was angry, why? Because of that fucktard inside. I should have bashed his face in. The thoughts in my head were overwhelming me, that my hands were shaking like crazy. I just kept rolling up blunts, until there was nothing to roll and I just stayed there looking at them.

I pick one and put it to the side, putting the rest in the bag. I pull out my lighter and get ready to spark. The door creaked open, the sound of hushed voices filled my ears and I was more pist off than before. I put everything away and just pull out a black'n'mild. I hear their footsteps behind me and watch as they come around me, standing in my sunlight.