Never Have I Ever

• Chapter Thirty •

I really did walk Hudson back to the room. By the time I made it back the parking lot had cleared up good enough to find his car. So, I just waited by it and luckily I ain't have to wait long.

Eric smile damn near reached his ears. He had his phone up to his ear and was talking so animatedly, I lowkey wished I could hear what he was saying. Like if he smiling that hard I want to be apart of the conversation, too, the fuck.

"Aight, Dad. I'll talk to you later." I heard the tail end. I could slap myself. Of course it's his fucking dad. The car beeped, letting me know it was unlocked so I just hopped in.

"You have somewhere to be?" He said stupidly. Now he know I ain't nowhere else to be right now.

I looked up from my phone and our eyes met. I shook my head and quickly locked my phone and moved it out of his eyesight.

"Nah, I'm good."

"How'd you like the game?"

"It was cool," I lied. Eric sucked his teeth and said he didn't believe me so I caved, "It's just not my thing. Hudson tried to explain." He honestly did his best really. I just halfway listened.

"I thought you dated a football player. You ain't learn shit at his games?" I side eyed him, a little shocked. He remembered that shit? I haven't talked about Jay to him in months literally.

I nodded, "I did. I ain't really go to his games, though." I honestly expected a lot worse because of my experiences at Jay's games. I got tired of him showing out in front of bitches and shit.

I rolled my eyes. Yeah, I wasn't about to dive into those memories and shit. Hearing girls obnoxious rooting for Jay, while I couldn't even smile at him for too long without him getting paranoid was too much. I just stopped going all together. If girls were rooting to Eric, I didn't hear it. I doubt it was through, legacy or not, he was still just a freshman.

Eric must've picked up on the fact that it was a bad subject for me because he changed the topic all together. But what he said next was probably a worse fucking subject, "How come you ain't invite me to this open mic thing?"

M eyebrows shot to my hairline because what the fuck? "How the fuck you even know about that?"

"Instagram."

"Insta—What?" I don't even think we have each other on any socials, so however the fuck he found me on Instagram is wild.

He parked and pulled out his phone and I watched him open the app. I didn't see where he clicked next, but then he shoved his phone in my face. There I was clear as day, dead in the fucking middle of some the other acts from that night. I tapped the picture and I was definitely tagged. I hadn't even checked Instagram in a couple days so I didn't even know.

"Fucking Andy." I mumbled. I told him I'd do the next one, but I ain't tell him to put me on the damn flyer. I wasn't mad or anything, just would've liked a heads-ups or something. Anyway. I clicked on my name and pulled my own profile up. I made sure to hit the follow button. I heard Eric chuckle seeing what I was doing. I don't care if he saw.

I coughed into my hand and looked at Eric's expecting face, "You know Andy?"

He shook his head, "No, but I follow TillmanTalk." He said matter-of-factly as if I'm supposed to know what that even was.

"And what the fuck is that?"

Eric groaned and snatched his phone back, "It's just like a page to find shit to do. For students, like local shit, school shit." He explained. I guess that's good to know. Maybe I should follow.

I shook my head, "Fuck it. It's not like I invited anybody else, just—" I didn't finish that.

Eric continued without a beat, "Well, I wanna come. I'll bring Drea and she'll bring Amy." He said. So, I guess Hudson would be there, too.

"You ain't go no other friends?"

"I do. But why would I bring someone who don't know you to your thing?" He had me there.

I tilted my head, "But, I thought you didn't like Drea anymore."

He shook his head, "I said I don't trust her." Same shit to me, "But, yeah we'll be there." How you can be friends with someone and trust them doesn't even make sense. What's the point? Did they know each other before this year or something, I don't remember them ever saying they did or not.

I nodded my head even though nothing about this was okay. Fai and Eric in the same room? With Drea, who Eric keeps calling fucking messy and untrustworthy. None of that sounded smart at all. Sounded like a sure fire way to get me caught the fuck up with Faiyaz. It's next month, though, so hopefully he'll forget. I definitely won't be reminding him.

"If you wanted to hear me sing so bad I could sing to you anytime." I smirked at him. I've done it a lot times now. I had the urge to reach up and grab his face, but I remembered we were surround my glass windows. I wonder how he would react.

Eric wasn't the typical closet case I was used to, but I guess that wasn't fair since I only had my ex to compare him to. He tapped the steering wheeling absentmindedly.

"Nigga, nobody wanna hear you sing." He rolled his eyes.

"You literally just said—"

Eric turned off the car, "Shut up. Come on."

"Nigga you didn't mention this!"

I watched him get out the car and I didn't move. I looked at the sign and shook my head. No way I was going in there.

Tattoo Hell

Terrible name by the way. How the fuck we ended up here is fucking beyond me.

Eric turned, finally realizing I wasn't behind and shouted at me. As long as he know I'm not getting shit.