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“Bae, of course you look fine. You’re Ty! Ty always looks FLY!” I laugh around blowing out the last drag of my cigarette and flick it in some bushes just as Lauryn’s little black Bug slides up along the curb next to Ty’s driveway.
Once I’ve called shotgun and Ty and I are piled into the car, we crank up the music and ride, making our way to school.
I met Lauryn and Ty on my first day at Robert H. Goddard High after me and Grams got settled into our place on Rau Street. They were both in my first hour class and we all get out early for the same DECA program, that allows us to work half days instead of staying in school and completing our electives. Which really helps out, especially with the bills and stuff, like—girly stuff—that Grams doesn’t think of as a necessity anymore. Make-up. Tampons. Razors. Have you ever lived with an older person? What—do they just stop growing hair? Everywhere? Or is it just my grammy?
I guess that’s one good thing about getting old.
“So…” When Lauryn looks over her shoulder at me from the driver’s side of the car, I furrow my brows and single my attention on her. My eyes narrow to points by the time she pulls into a parking spot at school, and when she turns around with that same mischievous grin on her face, I call her out.
“So…what? What’s that tone and look for, sister? I didn’t do anything.” After my bags are shouldered, I hook my arm around Ty’s and let him lead the way to class while I keep my attention on my devious friend. “Spit it out!” I yell when she just smirks instead of speaking.
“No, it’s not anything you did. It’s what you’re going to do. There’s a party this weekend.” When I see her begin to skip between her steps, I stop walking all together, and holding Ty with me, I plant my feet. And thankfully it doesn’t take him long to notice we’ve stopped. “L.” That’s what I call Lauryn by the way. That’s my nickname for her. “It’s gonna have to be some covert shit if you’re wanting me to attend a party. Grams won’t let me out of the house after the stunt we pulled the last time I spent the night with you. No. Way. In. Hell. And you threw me under the bus!” I remind her. And she did. I’ve never seen someone sing like a canary so damn fast. She didn’t even try to think of a story. Nope, she just blurted out our entire plan, while Ty and I just stood there with our mouths hanging wide open.
Was it my idea to sneak out and go to a club using some fake IDs, Joey, a kid in my AP Chemistry class made for us if I went out with him on a few dates? Yes. It was. As was it my idea for all of us to say we were staying at Lauryn’s, when in reality we were sneaking out and staying in a motel in Brooklyn with some other friends? Umm...yeah. But her parents didn’t need to know that! None of our parents did!
“Oh my God, you hold onto everything ! Sheesh! Learn to let shit go! Okay, fine—don’t go,” she says as she now blatantly skips to her desk when we enter English, our first hour class. She finishes as she sits in the desk behind Ty’s and next to mine. “But when Brad asks who he’s supposed to dance with, because you’re not there, don’t be mad when I step in. Can’t hate a girl for trying…” Her words are left trailing off and I growl under my breath at her as I slide into my desk.
I couldn’t go even if I wanted to. I know what party she’s talking about; it’s the same party everyone’s been talking about. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not going. And who gives a crap about Brad? Brad can go blow a horse for all I care. Or Lauryn. L knows I’m not interested. No matter how interested he makes it known he is about me.
“I can’t anyway, L. I’ve got that thing this weekend with my mom. In Jersey, remember?” I whisper as the teacher begins speaking to the class.
When she remembers me telling her about the stupid shit Grammy and the State of New York are
“Bae, of course you look fine. You’re Ty! Ty always looks FLY!” I laugh around blowing out the last drag of my cigarette and flick it in some bushes just as Lauryn’s little black Bug slides up along the curb next to Ty’s driveway.
Once I’ve called shotgun and Ty and I are piled into the car, we crank up the music and ride, making our way to school.
I met Lauryn and Ty on my first day at Robert H. Goddard High after me and Grams got settled into our place on Rau Street. They were both in my first hour class and we all get out early for the same DECA program, that allows us to work half days instead of staying in school and completing our electives. Which really helps out, especially with the bills and stuff, like—girly stuff—that Grams doesn’t think of as a necessity anymore. Make-up. Tampons. Razors. Have you ever lived with an older person? What—do they just stop growing hair? Everywhere? Or is it just my grammy?
I guess that’s one good thing about getting old.
“So…” When Lauryn looks over her shoulder at me from the driver’s side of the car, I furrow my brows and single my attention on her. My eyes narrow to points by the time she pulls into a parking spot at school, and when she turns around with that same mischievous grin on her face, I call her out.
“So…what? What’s that tone and look for, sister? I didn’t do anything.” After my bags are shouldered, I hook my arm around Ty’s and let him lead the way to class while I keep my attention on my devious friend. “Spit it out!” I yell when she just smirks instead of speaking.
“No, it’s not anything you did. It’s what you’re going to do. There’s a party this weekend.” When I see her begin to skip between her steps, I stop walking all together, and holding Ty with me, I plant my feet. And thankfully it doesn’t take him long to notice we’ve stopped. “L.” That’s what I call Lauryn by the way. That’s my nickname for her. “It’s gonna have to be some covert shit if you’re wanting me to attend a party. Grams won’t let me out of the house after the stunt we pulled the last time I spent the night with you. No. Way. In. Hell. And you threw me under the bus!” I remind her. And she did. I’ve never seen someone sing like a canary so damn fast. She didn’t even try to think of a story. Nope, she just blurted out our entire plan, while Ty and I just stood there with our mouths hanging wide open.
Was it my idea to sneak out and go to a club using some fake IDs, Joey, a kid in my AP Chemistry class made for us if I went out with him on a few dates? Yes. It was. As was it my idea for all of us to say we were staying at Lauryn’s, when in reality we were sneaking out and staying in a motel in Brooklyn with some other friends? Umm...yeah. But her parents didn’t need to know that! None of our parents did!
“Oh my God, you hold onto everything ! Sheesh! Learn to let shit go! Okay, fine—don’t go,” she says as she now blatantly skips to her desk when we enter English, our first hour class. She finishes as she sits in the desk behind Ty’s and next to mine. “But when Brad asks who he’s supposed to dance with, because you’re not there, don’t be mad when I step in. Can’t hate a girl for trying…” Her words are left trailing off and I growl under my breath at her as I slide into my desk.
I couldn’t go even if I wanted to. I know what party she’s talking about; it’s the same party everyone’s been talking about. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not going. And who gives a crap about Brad? Brad can go blow a horse for all I care. Or Lauryn. L knows I’m not interested. No matter how interested he makes it known he is about me.
“I can’t anyway, L. I’ve got that thing this weekend with my mom. In Jersey, remember?” I whisper as the teacher begins speaking to the class.
When she remembers me telling her about the stupid shit Grammy and the State of New York are
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