Never Have I Ever

• Chapter Twenty-One •

Practice was canceled today.

I stared down at the text from Eric. Seconds layers another one came in.

Chill today? You promised.

I actually didn't promise anything. And even if I did, I'm allowed to change my mind. Not that did.

I just didn't know what game he was playing at. He's been so confusing lately, like make your fucking mind up. I sighed and going against my better judgment I text back asking where he was at. Could you be more fucking self destructive, Gavin?

Meet me in the A parking lot.

I tapped my pencil against the table. Fuck it. I gathered my shit and threw it in my book bag. I left the library and walked five minutes to the parking lot, to see Eric was at stand still literally, where the sidewalk ended.

"It says no standing right there." I pointed at the sign as I got in his car. The radio was turned down too low, to the point I couldn't make out what was playing.

"I'm not standing. I'm sitting in a car." Eric said, furrowing his eyebrows. He looked at me sideways in confusion. Wow. He's not beating those dumb jock stereotypes anytime soon.

I shook my head and chuckled, "Nevermind. So, where we going?" I looked at him. He was wearing a red Nike tech and it looked good on him, too. I had to avert my gaze.

"I don't know. I didn't think this far." Eric said under his breath, more to himself than me. He must've really thought that I'd cancel on him. If I was smart enough, I would have, especially now since his project with Hudson was turned in a week ago.

"I bet you didn't."

"We can go back to my place." He offered, but I shook my head. Absolutely not, anything but that.

"I don't think that's a good idea." I voiced. Me and him, alone on his room? On his bed? Nah, we needed to go to crowed area, like the mall. Yup, the mall should be safe.

He sucked his teeth, "Man, I ain't gone do shit. I just got some weed and thought we could chill. Just chill." He smiled at me, and I felt even less reassured that he wouldn't try something.

But even still, I mulled it over. Eh, I was lowkey tempted by the weed. The last time I smoked was with him at that party a long while ago.

"Cool. I just wanna eat first." I told him.

"I got some shit at the house we can eat."

"Cool." I scooted down in my seat, getting more comfortable. I stared out the window. I don't get to get off campus much, everything here is so much different than California.

"Cool." Eric tried mimicking my voice way too high, "That's your favorite word." I rolled my eyes.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, "Nigga, don't start."

He chuckled, "Ain't nobody starting with you. It's just funny," I didn't even sound like that, so, I don't get what so funny.

I walked behind him into the house and we walked right pass the living room and to his bedroom. His room this time, not the guest one I was in that last time it was just us. This was going somewhere it didn't need to go real fast.

Wait, no. We just smoking. I won't go there if won't let it. And I might be jumping the fucking gun, Eric might not even try shit. He really might just wanna chill. Yeah, I'll just keep that thought in the front of my head.

"Oh, aight." I sat on the couch. He crossed the room and open the drawer to a dresser. Eric pulled out a baggy of weed and an already rolled dutch in one of those dumb ass leaves he uses, "I forgot you use them shits."