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XXII

Whoever this kid was, his house was no different than all the other houses in this neighborhood. In fact, it was probably even nicer on the exterior than the other houses. Nayvadius decided to park down the street due to his fear of the Grand Cherokee being hit if he parked too close to the house.

"Since when have you cared so much about your car?" Summer asked, hopping out of the passenger seat, onto the pavement, still wet from yesterday's rain.

"Girl," Nayvadius retorted, "I've always cared about my car, you just haven't been paying no damn attention."

Summer visibly rolled her eyes as Montero and I both jumped out of the same backseat door. He grabbed my hand as we walked down the sidewalk together, swinging it excitedly. I looked up to him blushing, and he put my wrist up to his lips and gave it a tender kiss. I did the same to his.

We walked into the party side-by-side, and found a whole host of people. Both the Marietta Central and Lithia Springs students were not only there, but both cutting the fuck loose. It was like something you would see in those overly stereotypical "high school party" scenes in Netflix shows. One kid in a Virginity Rocks sweatshirt had gotten his hands on a bottle of champagne and was spraying it all of these girls who were stumbling around, obviously stoned out of their minds. Now this was when I began to get really excited.

Montero and I found our way to this weird living room-type room with couches and loud speakers playing some rap song from the 90's I'd never heard before. Leaned by a couch as we continued to talk to Summer and Nayvadius. After around 15 minutes or so, Billie and Nicki showed up, bragging about how good of a man Jordan was for walking them to Billie's car or something. What a cute ass hero; MY cute ass hero.

Not too long afterwards, Rakim and the rest of our group showed up, and I went to join them, leaving Montero with Nayvadius, Summer, Nicki and Billie. I was really concerned about what had happened to Sheyaa since I hadn't seen him since he was confronted about his brass knuckles in the front office earlier in the day.

I ran up to them, giving all of them big, tight hugs. After giving him a hug, I shook Sheyaa by the shoulders, making him smile and laugh, something I didn't see often.

"PLEASE SHEYAA," I screamed, "TELL ME WAHT HAPPENEDDDDDDD!!!!!!"

"Ok, ok, stop it Syyy," he laughed, "I only got suspended for three school days, nothing terrible."

My playful smile faded. "Fuck, I got Sheyaa suspended." I thought.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Sheyaa," I pleaded, "I didn't mean to get you suspended."

"Nahhhh," he explained, "I'm actually kinda lucky, they didn't confiscate the brass knuckles for some reason, so I can still use them if I need to." He pulled them out of his pocket to show me.

I put my hand on them, trying to push them away, "Please, Sheyaa, try not hurt anyone else with those again. Even though I hated Jonathan, I hate people in pain more."

Sheyaa simply nodded, and turned towards Miles to continue arguing about something. It never ceased to amaze me how long both of them could argue about absolute nonsense. I began to feel guilt for Sheyaa's suspension, even if he was gonna try and reassure me that it wasn't my fault. It made me feel like I needed something to drink.

I made my way through the hordes of people into an expansive kitchen. Located on the only empty spot upon the counter, I found a large bottle of vodka and a shot glass sitting beside it. I decided to take both for myself before anyone else could get to it. I was about to have a bunch of fun.