Emerald
It was a huge mistake. Entrepreneurship would have been much better than Mr. Raven's wearisome class. People like Mr. Raven killed than lifted people's spirit.
"There's a reason why it's called pear-fect." he smiled at his words. "Cause a pear is the most perfect fruit." he raised a finger, pointing out.
Sigh.
My car's warning light issues had been fixed by the time I got to the mechanic finally! After a week of misery.
Switching off the ignition, I hurried to the apartment to avoid peeing in my pants and showered before having cereals for lunch. Mimi had text me earlier that she had a late class. I knew I had to make her something before she got home.
Reclining on the couch in baggy T's and shorts while scrolling in my photo album Caller iD—Mom.
I sat up straight, savoring a breath before answering.
"Aww, my sweet baby is now all grown up." She said with a wide smile on her face. She was sat on the living room's sofa that looked too tidy than usual.
"Where's Flora?" Flora was my twelve year-old- sister who thought she was Pablo Picasso. The living room had been her practice room, hence leaving paper cuts, crayon stains on there for me to clean up.
"Right here. Flora! Emerald's on the phone." Half a second, her dish water blond hair pop up. I hadn't thought I'd miss her this much.
"Hey." She laughed. "What's up?"
"Versace. You?"
"I'm alright. We miss you! Amy and Roxie asks about you every time."
"Well, I miss you and everyone too. How about we have a secret talk after this?" I winked.
"Sure." She passed the phone over to my mom.
"What's up, honey?"
"Why aren't you at work? How are you doing? How's dad?"
"Good. Everything's well. Came home to watch over Flora. Nancy couldn't make it." Nancy was my guardian angel/best friend even. I found a mom in her. She was always there to listen to my rants about school, everything and pretty much there when things happened to me, like when I got my period, giving me the talk when she found condoms in my room. Yeah, she found out.
Not like my mom and I weren't close. I understood her. It was hard to get mad when she missed major things in my life, but after all, she was working towards bettering our lives.
"Your dad's alright. Had this trip."
"Nice." I nodded with a small smile. Tired of sitting, I got up to stretch my body, moving around the living room. "So, um, I'm kind of low on cash."
She heaved a sigh. "Have you been spending recklessly again? Emerald, I'm busting my ass out here putting this family together. There's a lot of bills, school fees and with that expensive school you chose again—" she paused for a moment, catching her breath. "Not that it's your fault for wanting the best, I should be able to give you the best. And that's what I want, but right now, we're going through this phase. Your dad's also looking for a new job."
Sometimes, I didn't like being called from home, because it made my heart skip multiple beats in a second—hearing all the drama that happened from this day to the next...it was dispiriting.
My mom had been the bread winner of the family for the longest time, even when she tried to make my father the star, the truth was right there in our faces. She earned more and struggled to pay bills as an accountant. My grandma had always advised that she cut her cloak according to the material, whatever that meant.
Because she did earn a decent salary from the bank, but having children who wanted the world, she fought to get it for them. She had always told me how important education was. It was grandpas legacy to her and she passed it on to me—even when I chose Riverside college, knowing well I could've chosen others that I had applied to and chose me.
Sometimes I felt guilty for demanding so much of her.
It should be my dad helping out. But ever since he lost his job as a pilot about five years ago, he never had a serious job that actually paid the bills or maintained the life he had created for us.
"It's okay. I love you mom."
She smiled. And then wore a confused look.
"What's wrong?"
"Whose apartment is this?"
My eyes widened. Shiiittt!
I had forgotten to get the apartment ready for video call with my mom. Whenever she called, I always had it outdoors or in the room, setting it in such a way that it looked like a dorm, but I guess I couldn't fake it for long.
"I'm talking to you, miss."
I faltered. "It's my friend's. Her name's Mimi. Latino. She's amazing. In her second year."
“Why didn't you tell me you you stayed with your friend?"
"I didn't think you'd like the idea," I confessed. "The dorm's not so great."
"And Mimi is cool with this?" I nodded. "You do know you'd have to be helping with the rents and bills too?"
"Yeah, she's really cool. If anything, I'd just get a job." I lied. Mimi was cool but we had gotten the house together with the money my grandma had given me the moment I turned eighteen. She was the sweetest.
"Awwn, look at you talking all mature. I love you. I have to go now. Kisses." she blew me a kiss.
"Love you too. Flora, don't you dare play in my room!" I yelled causing a laugh from my mom.
"Don't tell --" Flora was speaking when the line dropped. Lips in a thin line, I sighed.
Even though money was sometimes a bitch to us, I loved my family. I couldn't wait for the day I hit really big and spoiled them with their heart desires. They were my emeralds.
The banging sound of the door woke me up from the desk where I fell asleep. I struggled out of the chair
Immediately I opened it, Mimi glided in.
"Dude. I've been here for hours. What have you been doing?" she dropped her bag on the floor.
"Sleeping. What about your keys?" I shut the door.
"I forgot it." she stretched both arms, took off her jacket and headed to the kitchen . "And did you make something for me by the way? Starving."
"Mac and Cheese?" I said, walking behind her.
"Hmm, " she said. "Cool. Hope it's not too saggy like the last." she started the tap in the kitchen to wash her hands.
"I wanted to order pizza, but then..." I was just too lazy and would've probably left the delivery person hanging while basking a nap.
She steadied herself on the tall stool infront of the counter, moving the dish I had packed for her. She dug in immediately.
"Not so bad, " she said after two spoons. I nodded my thanks, wearing a small smile and grabbed one of the stools joining her on the counter, watching her stuff her mouth with the food. Then I saw the thick, coloured paper that almost dropped from her jean pocket.
"What's that?"
She brought the two tickets from her pocket, slamming it on our wooden counter. "Tickets."
Of course I knew that.
I shifted it closer to myself to read what the ticket was for. Great world club. A club? And how did she get VIP tickets?
"Some guys dropped by at our tutorial and one of them suggested I had two tickets. VIP. He said something about Travis Scot."
My eyes broadened. Travis Scot. Was to be there?
What. The.
I looked down at the ticket again to check the date— April 4th, this Friday.
"That's—that's amazing." I threw my hands in the air.
"Right? But I'm not going; I'm selling it off to someone." She dropped her spoon. "VIP tickets and Travis Scot... we could earn some cool bucks off it."
"So, who's gonna want it? Your class full of dweebs?"
Her jaw dropped. "Wow! Just so you know, we are definition of cool and just because I don't party doesn't make me unfun. We have really cool students in my department. Actually, chemistry has the coolest of kids."
I nodded with an amused smile. "I don't think you should sell those tickets."
"What? Why?"
I stood up and placed a hand on my hip. "Prove to me there's more to you guys than studying all day long, after studying."
She burst into laughter. "You're not going to bully me into going for something I don't want to."
"I thought so too."
She shot me daggers while I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Fine. I'll go." she half shrugged.
That was easy. Way too easy, but I knew a lot could come up before Friday to make her change mind.
EmeraldAs I climbed down Mimi's car, I couldn't help but regret my choice of outfit. A short, fitted red dress that stopped above my knee with a black leather jacket on black boots. My make-up was done by Mimi, who decided to take things to a vixen direction than a normal Emerald direction with sharp red lipstick and eyeliner.I pulled my dress down, when I noticed the guys at the bar's entrance give me sinful looks.Meanwhile, Mimi had on jean shorts with vintage shirt on a boot. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary since she always wore make up.Strutting into Great World, I bit my lips out of nervousness. Although I had on a jacket, I felt shivers hit my spine. The club was beautiful with blue light accents, a neat bar with a tattoed bar woman, blasting trap music and bunch of University students grinding, making out, dancing...doing
DevinI never really imagined the night would end like this, with not just any girl, but the girl. It was just a casual hi I had said the other day because Steve had dared me to. They wanted to know just who she was as her face seemed new. It was just to test my game and have a good laugh.Not like we wanted anything to do with her, it was only to get to know her and maybe become friends. And when I spoke to her, she seemed too uptight—typical eleventh grader that thought boys only wanted to get into her panties—so I backed off.Even though she looked like my fantasy— tall, blonde, busty, I liked girls that knew what they were doing not the clingy, naive ones.Emerald knew what she was doing, kissing my neck as I undid the door to my apartment that was the backyard of the club. I didn'
EmeraldSummoned by a girl's loud cries, I walked in the direction out in the woods in leaves for my waist and seashells for my chest. The chirping of beautiful birds brought a smile to my face. I loved the green, lively leafs and plant, but I was never a fan of being barefooted and stained with messy damp. The voice came again shouting 'Emerald!' and I trotted towards the girl.Not until I felt a pinch on my arm that instantly tapped my eyes open to meet with Mimi. The proximity of her face and her eyes that looked like it was going to pop out scared me. I screamed.Mimi chuckled, lifting her head off me and settled on my bed.&nbs
JamesThere was a reason I liked Riley more than the other girls and kept coming back: she didn't give a fuck about the others. She only cared about making ourselves feel good."Are you coming back tomorrow?" She said, pulling on a shirt to cover her body.The buzzing sound of my phone made me jump. It was a text from Sean, a friend of ours. Somehow I'd pulled a full clique of my own. Not me technically, because Riley introduced me to her friends. Sean and I had became cool ever since.It was him asking to hangout tomorrow.I half shrugged. Voila. That way we could get the whole group hanging."Jamie?" She said seductively, starting toward me, climbing back on her bed.A smirk tugged at my lips at the fact that she wanted more. They always did. But... Jamie?
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