I noticed Khalil put out his fourth blunt of the day on Boomer's balcony. I don't know why someone would need 4 back to back but that can't be good for his lungs.
He threw it off the ledge and began walking back in the apartment. His low red eyes met mine and he gave me a simple head nod to follow him.
I sighed getting up from the couch where I was watching Grey's anatomy with the others and watched him walk to the door.
"Imma fuck wit y'all in the morning.... maybe." He told them calmly and without another word he slipped out the door alone.
I quickly got my jacket off the couch and started going out too but someone stopped me, and it was surprisingly Ben.
Surprising because I have a feeling he hates me.
"Lemme talk to you." He said following me out the door.
We stepped into the apartment building hallway and Khalil was no where to be found.
someone was in a rush.
Ben closed the door behind him looked at me with a concerned look.
"Aye. I know he got some loose screws but his heart is in the right place. Just- Just don't give up on a nigga yet. He need someone."
I've never seen him actually be genuine. Over the week or so since I met them Ben had always been the meanest. Not only to me but to Khalil too, so seeing him actually care was a little concerning.
"And watch him for me. He got a habit of doing dumb shit when he get in his feelings like this."
I twisted my lips but nodded. "I'll look after him."
That was all I could promise. I was going home, he can find another lady, I'm not the one.
"Aight." Ben nodded back and I started walking down the hall to the stairs.
I made it out to Khalil's car and hopped in the passenger seat. It was quiet as he just sat in the driver's seat on his phone for a while.
My eyes kept wondering back to him examining the look on his face. He was just so.... so sad right now.
Eventually he threw the phone down and started driving. Not just driving, speeding like he didn't give a fuck about life.
I put on my seat belt quickly as he continued racing back to his house. Very very quickly we were back at his house and I was dizzy from the drive.
He parked the car and sat back in his seat.
"You can go get your stuff together. We can go buy new suitcases tomorrow." He mumbled grabbing ANOTHER bag of weed.
He unlocked the car doors but I didn't leave yet.
"You okay?"
"Nope." He shrugged.
I watched him roll another blunt in disappointment.
"This is like your 5th time smoking. Do you just smoke all your problems away?"
