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Dreux.

Tonight was the night to be in the spot. I got all fly with my usual baggie t-shirt—Kilo Ali on the front of course—with my black cargo pants, casually rocking my gold studded earrings and matching gold chain. And in the middle hung off a charm, my name. Dreux and don't forget it.

ATL on a Friday or Saturday night was always on some hype shit. Cascades was where it was at though if anything. Brothas and sistas would gather together for some good ass music and a little bit of skating. People get out there and show their stuff and sometimes I'd go out there and do my thing but I just wanted to chill.

Coming here tonight would be my reliever for the trashy ass week I've had. Got a bunch of teachers on my ass about taking exams because they think I qualify more than any other student they've had, problems with my parents, and just petty shit.

The issues I have with my parents have taken a toll on me more than any of those things in reality. Parents meaning my mom who's intolerable. My pops is my world and he'll always have my respect and love. On the other hand, my mom can suck my dick.

Short story, I'm gay. My mom thinks I'm a sissy and she can't stand seeing my face in her house anymore. The house my dad is paying for but who really paying attention to that you know?

I don't know how me sucking dick is affecting her so much that she can't love her own son but I guess she didn't really love me as she can't accept me as I am. It's a shame too because everybody loves me. Sounds cocky, kind of. But I don't beef with no one and I ain't hard to get along with so I'm cool.

I got my size seven and a half skates and laced them up. Before I'd get on that floor, I always get my cherry coca-cola and sour patch straws in the blue. I moved away from the counter, sipping on my drink as I was met with someone standing in my way of the floor.

"Excuse you," I said briefly as I tried to walk around before he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back.

"See why you gotta play me like that? You know me Dreux," Pac said as I rolled my eyes, leaning back against one of the columns near us.

Tupac Shakur was his full name but he preferred to be called Pac, always saying that's what the fans gonna shout once he gets this deal with Interscope Records or whatever. Pac was aight I guess. Nah, I'm not gon front―he fine as fuck and I wouldn't mind talking. But Pac likes to play games and do mind tricks and shit.

"Do I really know you though? Pac, get out my face with the smiling and stuff, " he chuckled showing off his pretty ass smile, placing his hands on my hips as he brought his lips towards my ear.

"You know my name and that's good enough for me. Want you to say it all the time."

"You must think you the smoothest thing out here, don't you? I'm not gon tell you again to move out my way Pac so what's it gonna be," he loosened his grip around my hips taking my drink after so he could take a sip out of it.