DIFFERENT

NINE

I literally hate social settings but Cee is my best friend and how would i look not coming to his party like a bad friend is what and plus he said I'm up tight and I'm here to prove him wrong and show him i can have fun too its so loud I cant hear myself talk about people in my head I finally decide to shed some of my fear enough to go find Cee or Wyatt so i can be a lil more comfy I push thru a crowd of sweaty dancers to the kitchen where i see Cee and Wyatt laughing at the girl stumbling and trying to keep her balance i ease over to them trying to avoid contact with everyone "Bitches where tf have y'all been I literally have been standing in the corner the past hour and thirty"

Cee giggles as he leans in and breathes out heavy his breathe fucking reeks of alcohol"girlll relax we just was outside with the trades they had some more bottles and weed"

face palm him back "girl while they was giving you all that they couldn't have gave you some gum damn bitch"

he rolls his eyes and hands me a cup and tries to lift it up to my mouth "here girl have some it taste just like tropicana juice not strong at all help you loosen up,you trynna prove you not stuck up right?!"

i snatch the cup making a lil shake on the ground in a sudden thrill i down the whole cup in under thirty seconds and slam it down "hm sweet got any more?"

Wyatt and Cee laughed on in sync on que and they know i hate when they do that "want more girl get it yourself" Cee points to the far corner of the room my vision zooms out to a Mike leaning on the pitcher with the supposed alcohol

he whispers to me "you aint uptight right? go get whatever drink you want mama" i could feel this me not being uptight thing becoming a way for Cee to continue to play this sick ass game with me and i was falling for it as i clenched my jaw and tighten the lock on my cup i hold my head up and make my way over to the pitcher and snatch it from underneath Mikes arms and pour me a cup i slam the pitcher back down he stops the conversation hes having with the girl he was speaking to just to make eye contact with me we glare for a while as i sip out my cup i turn my back and give a simple "hmph" and watch as i make my way back to my friends rather frantically "haha Cee was he supposed to hurt me i was the one who got him here and plus if he said something I'd just tell everyone what tf he did to get me to say yes to him coming"

"sis wait a minute wtf he do did yall.."

"YO YO YO!" Cee was cut off by the loudness of the DJ i even forgot he hired "we know everyone enjoying the turn up vibe but we gone slow it down for a lil while thats cool?!" Alright grab a partner we finna get romantic!"

the DJ spun 1+1 by Beyoncé "omg this my shit Wyatt outburst as he grabbed Cee hand and they went to snapping and singing along in the crowd

Welp. Here i am alone again. Maybe parties really aren't for me i should just stick to being a eat pizza and watch star wars type of person on Friday nights I glance as i see Mike slow grinding on a girl they we're basically fucking on the dance floor out of sync with the music after the slow jam session that lasted at least two hours everyone started leaving to go to they hotel rooms to fuck,commit crimes and do things teenagers do after parties Me Cee and Wyatt started cleaning up Cees house but it turned into just me cleaning up after those two bitches passed out drunk as a skunk it was still a group of dudes outside smoking weed Mike being one but i just kept cleaning the doors lock and has ADT and i spend the night here so much I know where Cees dad hides all 7 of his guns so i wish they would call themselves trying to rob something im cleaning up the stairs but it starts getting noisy out side like shouting but i pay it no mind probably a bunch of useless straights yapping about sports

POW! VROOMMMMM!

I run back down stairs seeing Cee and Wyatt still laying on each other on the couch i run outside to see Mike laid out with blood on his upper body area shirt and cut torn and cut and a Car pulling off I duck down low and drag Mike in the house and up the stairs trying not to wake Cee or Wyatt sitting him down in Cee bathroom mirror

I lift his arms up sliding his shirt off reveling his 6 pack abs and toned chest with nothing but gashes and wounds on it leaking blood i open the cabinet grabbing the first aid kit as much as i hate this nigga I cant leave someone cut up and wounded or potentially shot not in my nature i grab a cotton swab and lightly dab every cut with peroxide as he jumps and flinches and winces out in pain every time but eyes still closed and dazed to what's going on or who's even helping him right now i cover and wrap every cut on his chest and abs I glance over to his arm still pouring blood i press down to stop the bleeding and look i whisper really low "the bullet grazed you but you'll be okay whoever shot has really bad aim" his face cuts and nose bleed aren't that bad i cover up the face cuts with a bandaid grab a wet hot cloth and go to wipe the dried up blood from his nose as im trying to wipe he keeps turning his head at this point i had enough "stop." i say bluntly i snatch his face by his beard as he yelps in pain he laughs and cracks his eyes open just enough to peak at me and passes back out i set down the bloody rag and lay him in my guest bed with a blanket but he starts sweating so i take his pants off as i go to lay him back in i see his V taking a dive into the versace waistband of his underwear my cheeks heat up as i turn on my heel and get undressed and go to lay on the floor I feel a breeze on my butt as I look back I notice i wore a jockstrap i facepalm and doze off to sleep omg i wonder who did this to him and even why hm maybe something will come up in the morning

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