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Taliyah and Jadon

me and Taliyah make it in the parking lot it's nearly empty and we hesitate once we're outside the door. I've known Taliyah for years ,since kindergarten actually ,but we never exactly talk considering her reputation includes being this perfect cover girl ,and people didn't exactly look at me ,poor kid from Brooklyn .

She looks around like she just woke up from a nightmare . "I didn't drive ,"she mutters .
"I was supposed to be at Gucci house for a fashion show at 6".

I have business to transact but now probably isn't the time "you want a ride ?"I ask

Taliyah follows my gaze to my motorcycle ,she almost look insulted "seriously ?,I can't risk being seen on that shitty little motor bicycle "

I roll my eyes "ok ,suit yourself ur highness "

I hesitate ,I should leave her and go home but it almost didn't seem right after everything that just happened .

I lean against the building ,pulling a little flask of beer out of my pocket ,unscrewing the top and holding it towards Taliyah ,"drink ".

To my surprise she actually took it ,and drunk it and for a long time.

She pulls the drink from out her mouth handing it to me ,she wipes her mouth and mutters "what the hell just happened "

"I have no idea" I say as I grab the flask

"He looked like he was going to die "her voice almost sounds cold like it was fading away with each word .

She stands up ,pulling her skirt down attempting to walk but tipsy

"Woah ,woah ,easy "I grab her hand and walk her down the steps

She smirks "pathetic right ,I only had 3 sips"

I smile "not even it's pretty strong stuff "

She reached for her phone out of purse "damnit "she mutters"it's dead."

"Offer of a ride still stands "

I don't expect her to take it ,but she says "what the hell ,do u have a extra helmet ?"

"Where to princess ?" I ask , straddling the seat and fitting the key in the ignition.

Stone Valley Terrace after Starbucks." The rich part of town. Of course.

Go slow, okay?" she asks nervously as I start the engine. I'd like to irritate her more, but I leave the parking lot at half my normal speed. And though I didn't think it was possible, she squeezes me even tighter. We ride like that, her helmeted head pressed up against my back, and I'd bet a thousand dollars, if I had it, that her eyes are shut tight until we reach her driveway.
Her house is about what you'd expect—a huge Victorian with a big lawn and lots of complicated trees and flowers. There's a Volvo SUV in the driveway, and my bike—which you could call a classic if you were feeling generous—looks as ridiculous next to it as Taliyah must look behind me. Talk about things that don't go together.

Taliyah climbs off and fumbles at the helmet. I unhook it and help her pull it off, loosening a strand of hair that catches on the strap. She takes a deep breath and straightens her skirt.
"That was terrifying," she says, then jumps as a phone rings. "Where's my purse ?"
"Your shoulder ."

She shrugs it off and yanks her phone from the front pocket. "Hello? Yes, I can....Yes, this is taliyah . Did you— Oh God. Are you sure?" Her purse slips out of her hand and falls at her feet. "Thank you for calling." She lowers the phone and stares at me, her eyes wide and glassy.
"Jadon, he's gone," she says. "Tyrese dead."