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Lupe hated everyone. Very much. Sure, he loved his momma and father, his siblings, he loved the family…and whatever dumbass friends that he had.
But other than them, he wanted mostly everyone else to burn and die. Not cause he’s a bitch (despite his damn face resting in what was ‘bitch-face’), but because he hated what most stood for; the bad things in life.
His father said he had to get used to it, that that’s just how the world worked. But Lupe hated it. Made no sense to him.
Whatever. Maybe he should adjust to it.
Lupe woke up, his alarm ringing so loud, it could trigger the button to open the prisons.
He slammed it hard. Got up out of the bed, brushed his teeth, dressed in some black shirt, baggy blue jeans that definitely had seen better days, and those damn black converses.
He grabbed the backpack that Lupe swore wasn't broken, yet you could tell that it was a bit rough around the edges..
Enough about his backpack. He ran down the stairs that was one step away making someone die, and cooked one strip of bacon before realizing that he’d miss the bus if his ass didn’t hurry up and stop zoning out.
He clutched the bacon like it was a candy bar from the corner..and ran out the door.
He didn’t even turn off the stove…
Halfway through the trip to school, the bus broke down. Everyone was so mad.
”Are you serious?!” Bishop (one of Lupe’s closest friends) said, wanting to punch the bus driver over nothing.
Lupe was still chewing on his damn bacon. “Man, it ain’t that serious,” He fixed his glasses. “you gotta chill.”
“Nah, bro! We gotta do something about this…” He put his face into his hands, needing to scream.
Lupe giggled like a friendly schoolgirl. “Man, you acting like the world is ending!” He almost choked on the bacon out of laughter.
”It is, Lu! I gotta say ‘what’s up’ to my girl, bro..And what if she thinks that I died? What if she thinks I got the 44 years?” Bishop almost had tears in his eyes. Lupe rolled his eyes at him.
”We’ll be fine, stop playin’ with your damn feelings, man.” Lupe elbowed him.
It took a good..30 minutes for that bus to get fixed.
They got into the building, and apparently there was an assembly going on in the gym?
Lupe hated assemblies cause..well what was the point? Nobody was really paying attention anyway? Do those people think anyone is actually paying attention?
He sat down somewhere in the gym, and some random popular kid smacked his head so hard, it made a sound.
There was laughing behind Lupe, and he just looked a bit judgmental when he turned around and saw their faces.
For the majority of this assembly, which was..yet again another dumbass ranting about how bullying isn’t okay and how others should ‘think before they speak.’
Lupe almost fell asleep. He had heard this bullshit too many times, and it was quite annoying.
Once the dude finally left, everyone thought it was gonna be done, and that they could go back to their boring classes.
But no. Instead, they saw Kanye, and the second everyone heard that beat over the speakers, suddenly everyone was interested.
Then, Kanye started rapping over the beat.
“And all my people that’s drug dealin’ just to get by, stack your money til it get sky high!”
Everyone was cheering like it was the NBA finals. Lupe was just..shocked. How the fuck did the school let him perform this song?
Then again, nobody really cared.
Classes were slow, Lupe was getting punched left and right over some dumb shit and one of the lunch ladies was arguing with him over grabbing water over milk that tasted like rotten cheese. And everyone was talking about “oh have you heard about Kanye’s workout tape?”
So, yeah. He really wanted to go home. Badly.
And when he walked into that door, his lil sister was watching that damn tape. All out in the damn living room! She was staring at the TV like she was getting hypnotized!
”So, get them sit-up right, ‘kay? Don’t wanna show off a lil..ya know. Gotta hide that stomach.” Kanye said in a weird, flirty tone.
Lupe wanted to throw up. “What the fuck..?”
His sister, looked behind her, smiling a bit. “Oh, hey!” She paused the tape. “Was just watching some tape..”
Lupe looked at her like she just insulted him. “Seriously?”
She giggled. “Guess how much I got it for?”
Lupe didn’t wanna guess, but he knew she was gonna nag him until the moon was showing up in the sky. “Okay..uh..$4.99?”
“Mm..nah.” She held up the plastic case, which the sticker on it said FREE-99!!
Lupe was appalled. “FREE NINTEY-NINE?!” He didn’t know whether to be impressed or disappointed.
“Yeah!” She turned off the TV, throwing the remote onto the couch. “That’s cool, ain’t it?”
”Sure..yeah.” Lupe faked a smile, just to not make his sister upset.
But damn was that picture of Kanye doing that weird thumbs up edited onto some cheap background haunting Lupe’s memory.
What was his life at this point.
Lupe was waiting for someone to call him, and when he heard his phone ringing, he flipped it open like there was so excited, even his momma didn’t know why he was so excited. “Hello?”
”Hey girl, what’s up—wait.”
Kanye was on the other line. What was up with today and Kanye?
“Uh, how’d you get my number?” Lupe said, pouring some orange juice into the glass cup.
Kanye sighed. “Someone told me this was your sisters number..”
”MY SISTER?!” Lupe’s jaw went to the floor. “What the fuck…”
“Now I know it isn’t..Damn.” Kanye bit into his cheek. “But I mean, you’re kinda hot too. All that bitch-face you be putting on..damn.”
Lupe’s face went to shocked to..disgusted? “What?”
Kanye smiled. “What you think I’m lying? Nah. Surprised you ain’t got a girl yet ‘cause you fine as hell.”
Lupe didn’t know if he should scream or cry. “I don’t want a girl.”
“Oh. Well you want a dude? ‘Cause I’d be open to—”
”Kanye, are you implying that you like me?” Lupe said, forgetting about the orange juice that was still in his hand. He blushed a bit.
”Mm, yeah?” He closed his window, letting the smoke linger into the Chicago nighttime. “I go both ways, you know. I ain’t all about just fucking with girls.”
”Not even surprised to be honest..” Lupe took a long chug of the orange juice.
“What you drinking?” Kanye asked, more curious than a 5 year old.
”Orange juice, why?”
Kanye imagined Lupe’s lips on the glass cup for a bit too long, way too distracted. “Uh, no reason. Now what?”
”Uh, I dunno.” Lupe sighed. “I’mma sleep. Night, ‘Ye. Don’t call me.”
”Night, sleepy.”
He hung up.
What the fuck?
The next day was a Thursday. That meant Lupe had to work at the little Chinese restaurant nearby his house. It was small, yet had some fire food.
Lupe was a sever there, and when Kanye and his momma, Donda, came in, he was a bit surprised. Kanye winked at him, and he also had braids? Lupe tried to stay neutral. “How many people?”
Neither or them answered.
And then, a big crowd a people of people came rushing towards the door. “My whole family is here..so maybe all the menus?”
Lupe was stunned. Was this Kanye’s whole family tree?
They all filled up the whole restaurant, and Lupe had never seen it this full before. He was a bit tired after giving everyone their food and then gathering all their silverware and plates.
When Kanye’s whole family was abour to leave, Kanye grabbed one of the fortune cookies, broke it, ate the cookie part, and wrote something down into the paper fortune. “Here, you’ll need this.” He said, before winking and waving at Lupe.
Lupe waved, then looked at what he wrote.
It was his address. And right next to it was “come at 9” in some very confusing handwriting.
Lupe smiled a bit.