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"Higher"
Chapter Two: Dial-Up
The eight-block trek to Alice's went by fast; I walked fast while listening to my music. It was even darker when I turned to go down the avenue, the last stretch. Her street is strictly residential, so there are hardly any streetlamps or lighted signs from storefronts.
She lives between two very busy avenues, but like magic…it's ironically quiet. There are rows of houses that are almost connected on both sides. Very few have driveways, cars parked bumper-to-bumper, and there are sporadic trees lining the sidewalk.
I opened her gate to see her on the stoop.
"Yo!" she hollered, clutching her cordless.
"'Sup?" I sat next to her on the step and flicked that nasty, Virginia Slim butt into the street.
Alice squealed. "Guess what?"
"What?"
"I'm waiting for this guy to call!" She ran in place while she sat, rapidly stomping those tiny feet of hers in excitement.
"What guy?" I grinned.
Boys always approach us and yet…she's shy…unless she's as high as a kite, which seems to be my deal as well. It's scary; how much we're alike that way. When we're fucked-up, the socialite comes out, but at the end of the day, Alice and I are picky when it comes to dudes.
Eh, we like to pretend like we're these hard-core, partying bitches.
But we're not.
Alice hardly ever has a curfew, though she'd never break it. Back when I was a homebody and Renee wanted me to be social, she never set a time for me to be home.
It's ironic that at eighteen, now that I'm finally going out—it's too late, and I don't give a fuck—she's hounding me.
The bestie and I always made the honor roll, although we never participated in a damn thing. We actually kept to ourselves until the start of our last semester.
Turns out, it's even more fun to get high in a group. Alice and I smoked weed for the first time just before spring break—around the same time Alice got her ID—and we started hitting Limelight. The first time we went was also the first time we did Ecstasy. We've gone there like one Saturday a month? In total, we've been there four times.
We'd never done anything but drink beers before all that.
Now we think we're so badass . . .
Not.
So, is smoking weed an extracurricular activity?
Bud is amazing, makes everything tolerable.
Alice, Rosalie, and I were semi-popular in high school, especially Rose.
Pretty much, everyone knew who we were, yet . . . Alice and me, we're just so fucking quiet unless it's only the three of us.
We're not slutty…more like cock teases, but who cares.
We might be scared of penises, but I like to think we're just waiting for the right one?
Well, I didn't wait for the right one, wanting to get it over with—just tear off that Band-Aid.
Even though I've only done it once, I've been taking birth control pills for the past year, just in case. And I didn't even lose my virginity until a few months had passed, until I knew the pills were working.
When we were fifteen, Rose had an abortion. Her mom took her to have it done, and since then...well, I didn't want to go through that, nor did I want to end up like Renee—young and stuck with a kid I never wanted.
I was scared to have sex. The one and only time I did it, though...when I just wanted to get it over with...even if I was crazy drunk and Rose talked me into it, I made sure Matt wore a condom.
For the thirty seconds I had sex—it was over in a flash—I was still counting down the seconds.
It wasn't even worth it.
Sex wasn't all it's cracked up to be.
My mother has no idea I'm on birth control, not that she'd care to even speak to my doctor. And to be fair, she doesn't even know I went to see a gynecologist. I knew one day I'd have sex, and I wanted to be extra safe. I can't seem to throw caution out the window like my peers.
Alice knew all about my first time, and she's anxious to lose her v-card, too, regardless.
We're so fucking lame, and we think we're so cool.
And my mind is always going, going, going, and worrying.
Weed, alcohol, or Ecstasy—getting fucked up—usually makes that go away, so I can come out of my shy-shell and have fun.
"Oh, Bella…He's gorgeous!" Alice was beside herself, absolutely giddy, and it made me smile wider. "He's older…" her face fell a bit "—but he thinks I'm twenty." She touched her chest.
I giggled. "Where did you meet him? He's not from around here?" I guessed.
Usually, we chill with the guys we went to school with, the guys we've all "gone" with a time or two—and by "gone," I mean, kissed. Everyone's always making out with everyone. They're what we call "go-hos," although I do have standards like Alice.
If I'm desperate and tripping balls, I'll kiss Rosalie.
Yeah, that's what we mean by cock teases, too. I'm not attracted to Rose at all, but kissing when you're high feels nice. And why cheapen something so beautiful by letting some random loser slobber all over you? I'd rather kiss my friend.
Doing that is also an attention getter.
The guys flock to wherever we're making out, like magic.
She sighed. "He lives in Sunset Park, not too far. He's…he could totally have my cherry." Alice smiled at me, and like I said, she's anxious to have sex. "I'm ready...so ready to lose my virginity."
Baffled yet still managing to smile, I waited for her to elaborate.
"Don't get mad."
I shook my head, wondering why I would.
"We met on AOL—"
"What?!" I shouted.
She continued, ignoring me. "On AOL? In a chat room? He instant messaged me, and I was bored…and we talked and talked." She groaned. "We even cybered, which was so awesome! Then…we exchanged pictures. Bella, he's…so handsome, and that was a while ago. I finally wanna meet him. I mean, I've been wanting to meet him, but I obviously had to wait until after graduation—and I was just scared."
"And you should be…Alice!" I guffawed, a bit weirded out. "He could be a serial killer, a fifty-year-old man!"
Unlike my bestie, I don't even own a computer, let alone have an AOL account. Whenever we're bored and at her house, though, we're always in the chat rooms.
It's a goof, and we can be whoever we wanna be.
You see where I'm going with this?
"He said he'd call me back. He sounds legit—hot, like a young guy. He'll be twenty-three in a few months, and he went to New Utrecht High, grew up in Bensonhurst." She named off her fingers. "I spoke to Rose, and…since I wanna meet him so badly…I mean, he said he'd see if he could find a friend…or two."
She seemed unsure as she stared at me. "I figured you'd go all Bella-Mommy on me and wouldn't wanna come. But…I'm waiting for him to call—tell me if his friend's coming." Alice studied her toes. "So…do you wanna come with?" Her eyes were actually pleading with me. For what, I wasn't sure.
"I—" I paused, not liking the sound of this. "Alice, he could have lied. You don't know him."
"I do—"
I shook my head. "No, you don't."
"I told you…we've been talking online for weeks already." She scoffed. "I knew you'd be all freaked. That's why I didn't tell you." She left the step, going toward her door.
"So, for weeks?" I shouted. "You're keeping secrets from me now?"
She whipped around to face me. "Just that…nothing else. He's so easy to talk to…I was able to…I don't know, be myself?" She looked down to the phone. "Rose'll come with me; you don't have to . . . Regardless, I'm meeting him, and you can't stop me. I really, really like him." Alice entered her house.
"Alice…" I huffed, chasing after her, but she didn't stop until we entered her bedroom.
"You try to be all cool and everything, but you're not. I love you, but you're not my mom. Okay?"
Taken aback, I didn't reply or comment.
"I'm sorry." She slumped her shoulders. "I'm more of a goody-goody than you are. It's just that…nothing ever happens around here. The guys from school suck."
"I know," I whispered. "But…" Briefly, I wondered if maybe Jake had a friend for Alice.
"You'll see what I mean. I'll show you his picture." She sat at her computer desk. "I can't believe a guy like him likes me—"
"You're wonderful." I chuckled. "Most, if not all, guys do like you." I couldn't believe she was being like this because of some boy—excuse me, man—that she didn't even know.
"No, they don't!" She quirked a bitch brow. "Whenever we go out, the guys like you."
"No," I snorted.
"You're blind! 'Cause they do, too!" she shouted. "You and Rose always get the hotties. The hottest one always goes straight to you, which pisses Rose off. But then when you don't put out, Rose does . . . and I'm always the odd man out. I either get stuck with the ugly one, who doesn't like me anyway, or by myself." Alice looked close to tears.
I shook my head. "You're never by yourself. I never leave you."
"Yeah, and then I'm looked at as like...this baby you hafta take care of, this party-pooping-cock-blocker. And this guy likes me—me!"
"This…computer guy." I pointed to her monitor. "Alice, I just don't wanna see you get hurt," I whispered. "Just like we can be twenty-year-old supermodels from the Village? This dude could be…some pervert rapist!" I couldn't believe that she couldn't see logic in my reasoning.
"Rose was more supportive." She frowned, signing into her AOL account. The dial tone sounded, getting all haywire-y and static-like, while I waited.
"I'm sorry I can't be more like Rose, but if you're hell-bent on meeting this guy...I wanna go, too. If he's normal, I'll leave you alone. Otherwise, I'm not leaving you." Rose would more than likely let her wander off with him; I wouldn't. I also didn't know what else to say about that other stuff.
Then I had an errant thought. "You have any pot left over?" We went half on a dime like two weeks ago, and we were able to roll four joints out of it—it lasted a bit.
"That bag was beat, like dirt trees. It's on my dresser…but smoke it out the window."
I smiled, snatching the joint from her chest of drawers and then going over to the window. "You know Jake from Carvel?" I asked, lighting it up.
Alice grimaced, turning to face me. "Please, don't tell me you like him, of all people. Mike's like the hottest guy in the neighborhood, and he really likes you. If anything, hook up with him."
"Fuck Newton," I giggled, blowing my smoke out the window, and I felt instantly at ease after a few drags.
This shit wasn't that bad.
"Jake'll be at the pool hall later. I bet he has friends…" I trailed off, holding the joint out to Alice.
"His friends can blow me." She smirked, coming over to puff. "What's he? Fifteen? Bella, come on. We might get to meet, like…some real men tonight."
I had no idea why hanging out with Jake's friends was such a horrible concept to her.
They are younger, but not by much. Alice is technically the same age as Jake. They're both seventeen and his friends probably are too, although Alice is closer to eighteen while Jake just recently turned seventeen . . . a year isn't a big deal.
Anyway, Alice can also be too sweet, innocent, and naïve…and she has no common sense.
Sometimes, she acts like she's the fifteen-year-old. She'd be on the same page, on the same level with them maturity-wise, in my humble opinion.
Alice meeting an actual man…?
Well, twenty-two isn't that old.
But still…I bet this guy, even if he's who he says he is…he's more than likely looking for a hook-up tonight.
Alice isn't ready for something like that.
After taking a few drags, I slouched back, much calmer now than I was, letting all that shit go—I put all my worries on the back burner, but not really. "You can dead it." I didn't want any more weed. "Where's this picture?"
Alice pulled from the joint, and then she used her saliva to put it out, making the cherry sizzle before blowing the smoke out. "It's still loading." She went for her desk again. "He knows a promoter for Limelight or Palladium, one of them—" she waved a hand "—he can totally get us in, too."
"We always get in," I laughed.
"But we wouldn't have to wait on line for an hour," she sang, just as a photo popped up on her screen. "Here he is…Jasper."
"Jasper?" I giggled, standing to take a closer look. "His name is Jasper?" I threw my head back, laughing so hard that my belly shook. "That's a fake name. Who the fuck names their kid Jasper?"
"No way!" she shouted, pointing to her computer. "Tell me he's not hot."
Jasper truly didn't look any older than us; he looked about our age. He had light brown hair in a mushroom slash fade cut, dressed in baggy jeans and a too-big-for-him red polo tee.
"He's gorgeous, and he likes me!" She touched her chest, and she needed to get over that shit. "And he's a man," she sighed.
"And you're positive this isn't a…picture of some model? From a magazine? Some random person?" I laughed.
"He's sitting on a couch. You can tell it's a real picture!"
"What if he's this—"
"I spoke to him!" Alice pushed me, obviously frustrated. "He sounds just how he looks."
"That makes no sense." I thought about it, replaying her words in my head, and it kind of did, I guess...make sense.
"Lemme beep him again."
"He didn't even give you his house number?" I asked.
Alice grinned. "I have it…but he has roommates, and I feel weird asking for him. Plus, paging him makes it so he'll be calling me. He said he'd call back by ten…" Her fingers pushed rapidly on her phone.
"It's not even nine thirty yet," I said, glancing to my watch. "Wait…it's 9:35. But don't sweat him . . . If he calls, he calls—"
"It's done. I paged him." She stared at the damn phone, waiting. "Now we wait. Rose should be here soon."
I hummed and plopped down onto her bed, and I was about to try and level with her again. "I'm definitely tagging along with you. And as long as we get some Ecstasy…you know I'll be cool with whatever." I shrugged, not giving a fuck, but I'd had a long week.
And we haven't rolled on X for a couple of weeks anyway. "We can go to Limelight or chill around Manhattan…but promise me you won't leave anywhere with him."
Personally, I needed to dance and let go, feel euphoric.
And Ecstasy will make sure that happens whether we're at the pool hall, hanging here, or at a club.
"What if we hit it off…?" Alice had stars in her eyes already. "What if we wanna be alone?"
"Look, I'll be cool with whatever we do, but if this guy's shady…fuck no." I'd make sure he went back to wherever-the-fuck and left Alice behind, that's for damn sure. "Have him meet us somewhere public. You know? Don't give him your address, Alice…don't." I waited for her to nod before I continued. "If he's all right and his friends are cute…" I pursed my lips, trying not to get my hopes up.
I was a little intimidated by the thought of them being older than us. But the more I thought about it, the more I was on board? Yet, I was still torn? Alice was right; nothing ever happens around here, and as long as we're in a group, we'll be okay.
"I still have a pill from…whenever. It's a dolphin. When did we get those?" she asked.
"Like...three weeks ago. The last time we rolled."
"We can split it and you know Rose will totally hook us up," she explained, still clutching that phone.
I made a farting noise with my mouth. "Free drugs are better drugs." I have no idea how Rosalie always comes through, but she does have hook-ups, and guys lining up to give her shit…because she's the only one in our group willing to give up the goods.
Thinking about that shit made me chuckle.
I love Rose, but she's a total slut.
"Exactly!" Alice actually agreed with me. "I have a good feeling about tonight. But we have to be back here by five a.m."
"Why?" I asked as I kicked off my sneakers.
"Because my parents will be home…by like seven. They're taking the boat out for the day, so we have to be chill, be wound down." She grimaced. "They can't beat us home either."
"Where are they tonight?" I wondered. All I knew was that they'd left right after graduation. They wanted Alice to go, but she'd refused.
"They went to the shore…Ugh, I hate it down there."
"Must be nice to have money," I laughed.
"It'd be nice if they shared it." Alice came over to lie down next to me. "They leave for days…" She moved her arm with a flourish. "At least your mom comes home once a day, or every other day…well, sometimes. My parents actually go away."
"Yeah, but…they're only away on weekends, which…" I raised a brow at her; she wasn't looking at the bigger picture. Plus, Alice is always bitching about some stupid shit—always tries to compare her parents to Renee, says her parents are worse, but they're not. They invite her wherever they go. Alice chooses to stay home.
She giggled. "You're right."
I groaned, thinking about my own mother. "Renee's nagging ass…"
"You just hate people being in your business."
"I don't, actually," I admitted. "I have like…no business to tell, nothing to share. And she should have cared…before I stopped caring." It felt good to admit that, too. "I'm eighteen. What should she care now? It's ridiculous."
"I've always cared," Alice said.
"I know." I grinned, and if it wasn't for Alice . . . I don't know what I'd do.
"She's only nagging you now…Imagine if she knew you spent your weekends rollin' on Ecstasy...? Fuck, Bella." She started laughing, resting her head on my shoulder.
"It's not like I do it every day. My God." I shook my head. "And you do it, too!" I pushed her small ass away from me. "How many times have we done it anyway? Maybe four times in total?"
"I know…I'm just saying. She'd probably lock you up and throw away the key...and knowing Renee, she'd lose the key. Or, she'll give you this long-ass lecture, try to ground you, and then she'd just go to Phil's anyway…" Her face fell. "I didn't mean—I'm sorry, Bella."
Chuckling without humor, I agreed with her. "You're right, but she technically can't punish me anymore. High school is over, I'm of age, and I don't have to live with her if I don't want to." I thought about that, wondering where I'd go.
"Cheer up. Phil won't be around forever." She hopped up when the phone rang. "I hope this is him."
"Answer it." I nudged her.
Alice watched it ring again.
"Answer it," I laughed. "It might be Rose."
"It's him. I know it." She bobbed her head, waiting for another ring to sound. "Hello?" Her face broke out into a huge cheesy smile. "Yeah…definitely." She squeezed my hand, nodding; it was Jasper.
"Um…since I don't know if you're…who you say you are, I'll have two friends with me…not one." Alice turned to squeal into her pillow. "No, I believe you. I'm just being cautious." Her face was so red; it made me giggle. "Bella and Rose…yeah, they're hot—totally."
I rolled my eyes, and I already knew that tonight was a bust, and that his friends were more than likely busted.
"You'll bring your friends?" she asked.
I actually shook my head no, thinking she could meet this guy for like an hour, and then we could hang out wherever, maybe the pool hall.
Alice placed her finger to her lips, telling me to can it. "Near me…on 77th Street and Fifth, there's a donut shop. Can you…be there by ten thirty?" She was shaking with excitement.
"Excellent! All right…see ya, cutie." Now she sounded corny, but then she let out a shriek as soon as the call ended.
"Oh my God, Bella!" She slammed her head into her pillow.
I laughed at her. "Please don't get too stoked. You know?"
"As if!" Alice stared at me. "Bella, I know." She said like she knew...
I sighed, still wearing a smile, which could be because I'm still a little stoned, but that easy feeling was quickly wearing off. "Rose still needs to get here, and we have less than an hour—" I looked to my watch again, happy that I had more time for the weed to wear off completely "—'til they get to the Donut Hut."
"Crap! Thank God I showered earlier." She left the bed and started to scramble to get ready.
Alice left her hair down and wore this really cute outfit—a denim miniskirt, blue Keds, and a baby blue tank top with her navy bra showing, and a blue mini backpack.
"You think I should crimp my hair?" She kind of looked just like me, but in shades of blue.
"You totally bit my outfit!" I teased, standing up to show her. "Biter." Alice is always copying me—no matter what I do or wear—but I never mind.
"Yeah, but…this way, we'll be dressed for anything." She shrugged, brushing her hair. "Where the fuck is Rose?"
"I'll page her." I grabbed the phone to do so.
While we waited for Rose to call, I placed my cassette into Alice's radio, needing some upbeat tunes.
"No, listen to this." She pressed stop. "I recorded it from Hot97." She replaced my tape with another. "It's 'Back and Forth' by Aaliyah."
Already a fan of the song, I didn't complain, and then her mix tape continued to be hot—all R&B and hip-hop.
Standing next to Alice in the mirror, I started to dance along to the music, but then I realized I wasn't wearing earrings. In my haste to leave, I totally forgot them.
"I'm borrowing these." Knowing Alice wouldn't give a shit, I placed her large, gold hoop earrings on.
"Oh, but I wanted to wear them…" She looked to me, and I knew she only wanted to wear them, all of a sudden, because I showed an interest.
I rolled my eyes and gave them to her.
"Wear these." She handed me a pair that resembled the ones I have at home—decent-sized thick hoops.
"Thanks." I bopped my head to the beat as I put them in my ears.
"Or…should I wear those?" Alice was contemplative.
I paused, staring at her. "Make up your mind."
"No, you wear those," she sighed. "You think I should wear my clogs with the platforms…? They make me like three inches taller." She frowned down to her shoes. "I can wear my white kneesocks, too."
"You should be comfortable since we walk everywhere," I said. "And you never know. What if homeboy is shorter than you?"
She threatened to throw one of those roach stompers at me, but she never did. "He looks tall…and you're like…only two inches taller than me!"
"I was kidding. Stop freaking out." I couldn't believe how…anxious she was. Meanwhile, I crossed my fingers for her, hoping for the best. "So…if he turns out to be the real deal, are you going to tell him your real age?" I wiggled my brows, going to sit back on the bed.
She winced. "Next week…'cause then I'll really be eighteen…legal."
I blew out a breath. "Fuck it. I'll say I'm twenty, too."
"Twenty-two?"
I continued to chuckle. "No! I meant…also."
Alice squealed, clawing for the phone when the doorbell rang.
I fucking laughed my ass off.
"I thought it was…forget it. I bet that's Rose." Alice wore a scowl and grabbed her bag.
Smiling wide and trying to compose myself, I made sure my hair and makeup were perfect before I put on my backpack and left her room.
"'Sup, party people!" Rose held up a plastic bag as she entered the house in her Daisy Duke shorts, wearing her baby-doll tee with a pair of cowboy boots. Oddly enough, if we ended up at Limelight, she'd be more fashionable than we would.
"What'd you get, booze?" I asked.
"Yeah, I didn't know what we were doing, but I need to get fucked-up!" she sang.
"We hafta go!" Alice was still nervous. "We're meeting Jasper and his friends on Fifth."
"And his friendsss?" Rose raised a brow at me. "Plural?"
"They're probably middle-aged predators," I said.
"No!" Alice slapped my bicep, and I hoped she knew better than I did.
"Whatever…Can you get any X tonight?" I looked to Rose.
She pursed her lips. "Definitely. Lemme make a few calls—"
"We don't have time for that." Alice made her way to the front door.
Rose and I exchanged a look.
"I wanna go to the city with them, a club. I bet we'll find some—" Alice went on, opening the door wide for us.
I trailed after my best friend, and Rose followed me out of the house so Alice could lock up. "Forget it then," I said.
I may love to party, but I'm smart about it—in that I'd never take something from someone I didn't know.
Well, friends of friends are okay…
"We can meet these guys and go to the pool hall?" I suggested, skipping ahead so I faced them both.
"Ugh…you and Jake, the billiard rat." Rosalie pushed me. "I don't know why you try so hard. He'd probably…fuck a rat." She stated matter-of–factly. "You need a man."
"Whatta man, Whatta man, Whatta man, Whatta mighty good man!" Alice sang, and now she was skipping, too, up the block.
"My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass." Rose thought she was down for a second, slumping low as she walked, throwing up gang signs in the air. "A body like Arnold with a Denzel face—"
"Shut up." I pushed her and then pulled my hood up. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't as warm as before. "Jake's cute…tall." I shrugged and looked to Alice. "If we can go meet some random AOL loser—for you—then we can stop at Break Balls for me. Just ten minutes to say hi."
"Jake's the loser! That's what we're sayin'." Rose stared me down.
"What?" I snapped, wondering who she was talking to like that.
She started laughing and placed her arm over my shoulders.
Alice groaned. "Jasper has his shit together, is mature…manly. He was in the army, and now he's a mechanic—"
"How old's this guy again?" Rose looked wary, and she stopped walking to stare at Alice.
"Oh, he thinks we're all twenty," she whispered.
Rose grinned. "How old is he?"
"Twenty-two…and I have my ID that says I'm twenty-one…crap, what if he sees my ID? He'll think I'm stupid, and why would I lie about a year? Meanwhile, I'm only seventeen." She held her forehead.
"Relax," I said. "How's he gonna see it? Or know the truth?"
"Regardless, we're golden if we end up in the city." Alice nodded, showing me her crossed fingers.
Rose giggled. "Lighten up," she told us. "This might be fun, and if no one's holding anything, at least they can get us drinks…They might pay for them, too. Older guys with jobs do that."
"Yeah, yeah…" I didn't really care anymore, only I did. "Break Balls?"
"Bella, you'll see Jake tomorrow. Tonight's about Alice." Rose placed her arm around her. "You're being so selfish."
"We can do both…that's all I'm saying. I just wanna say hi, and hopping on the train with dudes we don't know...? We should stay local." Truth is that the outfit I'm currently wearing is new. I knew I looked good, and I wanted Jake to see me.
"Then…go hang out with Jake," Rose said. "Don't feel bad about not staying with us. I'll stay with Alice. We'll be fine, and all three of us don't always have to do things together. You go...go chill with Jake." It almost felt like she was trying to get rid of me, which made me feel weird. "Me and Alice—"
"No. We hafta stay together." Alice tugged on my sleeve. "Don't." She widened her eyes.
"Whatever." I made a face, grimacing. I wasn't being selfish; they were, but no matter what I...I didn't want to seek Jake out alone. He could be there with some chick already, and then I'd go home, be alone, because my friends are wherever? And there'd be no one to look out for Alice?
"Maybe they'll wanna stay in Brooklyn?" Alice glanced back to me. "If they do…we can go to the pool hall."
Which was what I'd been saying!
"Yeah, Break Balls has a bar and everything." Alice nodded.
"No way!" Rose scoffed.
"It's all right. No worries." I poked Alice, and my high had officially worn off. "Do you still wanna split that tab?"
Alice smiled, digging into her pocket. "I…I don't wanna be half-spaced around him, make a fool of myself. You can have it."
I giggled when the pill hit my palm. "Yay!"
"You're sharing that with me!" Rose exclaimed. "You bitches smoked, too…without me."
"You're always somewhere with a dick in your mouth…without us!" I cracked up along with Alice.
Rose punched my tit.
"Oww!" I rubbed it. "Fine."
"You're greedy—"
"Like I'm not gonna share it with you?" My tone was sarcastic.
I broke the pill in half, and I totally swallowed the bigger piece before Rose could see.
"Thanks." She downed it without looking anyway.
"I wanna get a drink." I jerked my thumb to the bodega.
"We'll be across the street." Alice pulled Rose along. "Oh my God…I think they're here already. Look, Bella—"
"Nice…I'll be right over." I didn't bother to turn; yet I saw them cross the street in my periphery as I entered the store.
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Terms:
Yo — greeting. Or… a declaritive or imperative exclamation, whether alone or within a sentence.
'Sup? — short for "What's up?"
Bud/Trees/pot — weed/marijuana
Puff/Puffin — to smoke weed, smoking weed
Ecstasy— shortened to X, or E (has many names)— is party drug, in pill form, which was new in the early 90s, and it gained popularity the years to follow. It fucks with the serotonin in your brain—produces/releases a lot of it, which makes you higher than a kite, crazy happy.
Definition from Urban Dictionary—Methylenedioxy-n-methylamphetamine MDMA is a 'psychedelic amphetamine' that has gained popularity over the past 20 years because of its ability to produce strong feelings of comfort, empathy, and connection to others. It most frequently comes in tablet form, although it is occasionally sold in capsules or as powder. It is most frequently used orally and rarely snorted. MDMA use is closely tied to the underground rave (and dance club) scene throughout the world, but has also been widely used by therapists as an adjunct to psychotherapy.
Gone with/Go with — make out/kiss.
A "go-ho" —someone who kisses a lot, "goes" with many/kisses many.
Tripping balls — high and/or rollin' on Ecstasy or just fucked up/high.
Rolling/Rolled/Rollin' — high on Ecstasy.
Roll/to roll — take a hit of X/Ecstasy
Cybered — have cyber sex. Like phone sex but over the computer.
Weirded out — same as freaked out
Beat — lame
Dirt Trees — bad weed, regs.
Dime — dime bag, a $10 bag of weed.
Dead it — end it, put it out.
Sweat — to like, adore, to copy, imitate, and/or hound.
Dolphin — brand of Ecstasy
Tab — pill
Busted — ugly
Bit/a biter — copied, imitated. Like…swagger jacked.
Hot97 — NYC based Hip-Hop/R&B radio station.