Tyrell by Coe Booth

Author:Coe Booth
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.

TWENTY-ONE

“I was waiting for you,” Jasmine tell me when I get to her room. She walking ‘round in that same BORICUA T-shirt, but tonight she wearing panties with zebra stripes on them.

“How you know I was coming?”

“You love sleeping with me. I’m real soft and I smell nice.” She stand in front of the mirror and start brushing her hair.

“You right, but it’s killing me.” I ain’t take my eyes off her ass yet.

She start laughing. “Oh. Guess what I did today?”

“Do I wanna hear this?”

“Yeah. I called that lady from the church, the one with the restaurant. She asked me if I need a job and I said yes and she said I can come in tomorrow for an interview to be a waitress.”

“You know how to be a waitress?”

“No, but it can’t be that hard. And I can make a lot of money from tips.”

“True that.” I sit down on her bed and start to feel a little dizzy. Not only that, but my stomach still hurt.

After a couple minutes, Jasmine turn ‘round and look me in the eye. “Are you high? I didn’t know you got high.”

“It’s nothing,” I say. “I ain’t that high.” I get that taste in the back of my throat that I always get right before I throw up, and I just wanna do it and get it over with already ‘cause I feel like shit.

“Liar.” She put her hair in a ponytail. “You wanna watch TV or just go to sleep?”

My stomach twist hard and I know it’s finally gonna happen. I run to the bathroom and make it just in time. Then I’m throwing up, not only in the toilet, but all over the toilet seat and the floor. And it’s real nasty. Then I just stand there hunched over gagging and gagging ‘til there ain’t nothing left inside me.

Jasmine stand in the doorway, freaking out in Spanish like she ain’t never seen nobody throw up before. I don’t know what she saying, but it ain’t making me feel no better. “What’s the matter?” she finally ask me in English. “You drunk or something?”

I nod my head and go over to the sink to wash my face. The water is coming out cold no matter how much hot water I try to put on to warm it up, but it still feel good on my skin. Then I rinse out my mouth a few times.

“Why were you drinking?”

I don’t say nothing ‘cause I don’t even know why I drank so much. My opinion, weed ain’t nothing compared to alcohol. They made the wrong thing legal.

I grab some toilet paper and try to clean up the mess I made on the floor. And Jasmine start helping me, which, I gotta say, is mad nice of her ‘cause I don’t know if I would do that for somebody else.

When we done, I take off my sweatshirt, wash the stains out in the sink, then hang it up on the shower rod.

“I’m gonna get you some soda from the machine,” Jasmine say.

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