Better Than The Movies

Chapter Thirty

Brielle was sick of me moping around the house so she dragged me to a party. A party I didn't want to be at. With people, I don't like. But she was right, I was in desperate need of social interaction.

Our relationship has drastically improved over the past month. I finally told her about Jace a few weeks ago and she thought I was as stupid as everybody said I was. I should've known she wouldn't be on my side, nobody was. It's because they don't know Jace and I's relationship. They don't see what I see and I can't make them.

My parents weren't going to let us go out tonight and on any regular night they wouldn't, but despite them not knowing everything about me they can see when I'm upset. For some reason they think hanging out with Brielle may bring me out of the despair I've trapped myself in. Also, it doesn't hurt that they think we're going to hang out with Ashley, who's agreed to cover for us if we become her cover when she goes on a date with Darrell next week.

"Let's go bitch! Q and Jay are waiting," Brielle snapped, trying to get me to walk faster. I ignored her and looked around at the students littering the lawn, most with a lit blunt in their hand.

"It's not like I want to be here in the first place," I grumbled. "You're going to leave me as soon as we walk in anyway."

"That's not going to happen, sis," She slung grabbed my hand and squeezed in before letting go. "I'm not leaving your side."

When inside, the strong smell of marijuana hit me like a truck. I looked to my right to see that Brielle had disappeared like I knew she would. Her words don't mean shit if Q and Jay are involved. I never liked the two boys, they were assholes and they were the worst rappers I've ever heard. The girls at school treat them like the next Jay- Z and Brielle feeds right into their bullshit.

I navigated through sweaty bodies and almost knocked into a cheerleader whose wig was about to fall off. I landed in the kitchen, passing all the alcohol to get a bottle of water. I looked around unconsciously for Destiny. It's weird being at these types of parties without her. But I know that she's here. I saw it on her Instagram story before I left, she was pre-gaming at this bitch Angel Twanyes house. Angel happens to be the same girl that not so accidentally spilled orange juice all over my shoes the morning before school started on Wednesday, no doubt an order from Destiny.

I was casually drinking my water, trying to push the thought of Destiny out of my mind when I saw Latrell. He was with a girl, probably a freshman. She was struggling to get him off of her and his hand was inching up her thigh. My stomach revolted as I watched him suck on the neck of the clearly uninterested girl.

I wasn't about to be a bystander to something that's obviously not going to end well. I walk over and snatch Latrell by his hood away from the scared girl. He gives me the stink eye and the girl runs out the door.

"What the fuck was that trick?" He spits.

"You should be thanking me. It was either going to be getting you off that little girl or the police." A smirk replaces the angry look.

"You playing hero now? Sorry to break it to you, but that girl wanted all of what I was about to give her."

"No, you were one step away from being a rapist. Now, I know your sweet mama or
darling little sister wouldn't want that." His face morphs to shock when I mention his family.

His mother Lucinda and sister Lavender go to the church. His mother makes the best macaroni and cheese on the planet and is the nicest woman I've ever met. How she made a disgusting son is beyond me.

"You a lying ass bitch!" He gets angrier and I roll my eyes at his dramatics

"No, I'm not blind. Anybody can see that freshman didn't want you anywhere near her."