Tre Likes Starbucks, chapter 2

Samantha's POV

"MEXICO!" I yelled in the living room. It had been two days since I met Tre and he hadn't called yet. I was too scared to call him. Right now Naz and I were having a bet on who would win the fishing tournament on TV. He handed me a hundred dollar bill.
"Screw you!" he yelled and kicked my butt really hard, making me fall forward onto the couch.
"Go to hell!" I said kicking his butt back.

Once again Rena was over, and you can guess what they were doing. Nickey came over with a lighter and sat down on the couch. She had a ball of string she found on the sidewalk and lighter. She kept lighting it on fire. Soon it did light on fire and she ran over to the kitchen sink and put it out. She came back cursing at her lighter and sucking on her fingertips.
"I'm sick of wasting my life listening to those two fuck everyday. Let's go down to the boardwalk and get some food," Kriss said from the kitchen table. She stubbed out her cigarette in the shit brown ashtray and we left.

We were down at the boardwalk watching these stupid punk ass kids try to skateboard. It was really funny because they kept falling and one of them fell down onto a mound of sand and onto a parked car on the beach. Kriss told him to shave his Afro off. We were eating our shrimp and trying to throw the tails into the nearby garbage can when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and it was Tre. My heart started pounding again. I looked over at Nickey, Kriss and Naz and their eyes were wide. I turned back around to see Tre smiling at me.
"Hellur!" I said.
"Well hello there!" he said sitting down next to me.
"How come you didn't call?" he asked.
"I dunno. I was scared. These are my friends, Naz, Kriss, and Nickey," I told him.

They said hello and we all sat there and visited. After a while Tre had to leave and we went and walked down the boardwalk.
"WHEN THE HELL DID YOU MEET TRE COOL?!?!" Nickey said pushing me up against a wall and yelling in my face.
"A few days ago! He accidentally bumped into me and my coffee dropped and he bought me a new one, and we visited then he asked if he could have my number and he gave me his!" I said quickly.
"Lucky..." she said hugging me.
"Lesbo," I said as we walked down the boardwalk and she hugged me. She had made a recent decision that she would live four months being a lesbian. She went out to bars quite often and woke up the next morning next to a lot of girls. We called her a pimp now. After a while we went home and fell asleep to a show about Nazi's on the History channel.
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