Darian Dares - part 3
So, another unmemorable day of education for Darian and Harmony.
Darian can already hear the chaos going on in his art room. Art class should be Darian’s favorite part of the day. Except this class also happens to be the dumping ground for any kids who get kicked outa other classes. Never understood why. I guess either the Teacher got on the school’s bad side or the school was running outa ideas for discipline.
The bell rings, but no one pays any attention. There’s a few guys in this class that make their own rules and everybody just goes along with it so they will shut up. Teacher is exhausted. School feels like a waste of time.
Darian puts on his armor just to get through it. Hood up, eyes down, listening to music on his headphones, drawing in his sketchbook. Building that invisible wall around himself, blocking all the bullshit out, just get through it. His stomach growls, the sugar sandwich from breakfast ain’t setting so good.
Darian can already hear the chaos going on in his art room. Art class should be Darian’s favorite part of the day. Except this class also happens to be the dumping ground for any kids who get kicked outa other classes. Never understood why. I guess either the Teacher got on the school’s bad side or the school was running outa ideas for discipline.
The bell rings, but no one pays any attention. There’s a few guys in this class that make their own rules and everybody just goes along with it so they will shut up. Teacher is exhausted. School feels like a waste of time.
Darian puts on his armor just to get through it. Hood up, eyes down, listening to music on his headphones, drawing in his sketchbook. Building that invisible wall around himself, blocking all the bullshit out, just get through it. His stomach growls, the sugar sandwich from breakfast ain’t setting so good.
Later that night, Harmony texted Darian and said she was on her way to pick him up. Marquez needed her help to move a bunch of his stuff from a friend's house before anything happened to it.
He asked what kind of stuff and Harmony said he was a DJ and they were moving audio equipment for his gigs. Darian didn't like the idea of Marquez asking favors from Harmony.
He asked what kind of stuff and Harmony said he was a DJ and they were moving audio equipment for his gigs. Darian didn't like the idea of Marquez asking favors from Harmony.
Harmony pulls up in her mom’s car and Marquez leans out the window and announces to Darian to get in back cause he had to give directions. So Harmony drives the three of them for about ten minutes on the highway to a swank neighborhood.
Harmony and Darian have only known him a few months. Now Darian could feel that something's not right with this situation. Like Marquez ain’t telling the whole story. Marquez tells Harmony to pull up by the tree on the right and then instructs Darian to wait in the car.
Harmony and Darian have only known him a few months. Now Darian could feel that something's not right with this situation. Like Marquez ain’t telling the whole story. Marquez tells Harmony to pull up by the tree on the right and then instructs Darian to wait in the car.
Darian did not want to be there, alone. Not in this neighborhood, he felt out of place in the back of that car. Like he was doing something deviant just sittin' there. He didn't know why the three of them was on this little trip and it was starting to make him sick to his stomach. He had promised Grams he would never let people drag him into shifty situations. Yet here he sits, as Marquez - and the girl he's crazy about - walk around back of this fancy ass house.
Shots ring out! Or at least Darian thinks! He panics and locks the doors on the car. His last brush with gun violence flashes before his eyes, but it turns out just to be some teenagers firing Roman candles at each other. In all of his tension, he forgot that the 4th of July was only days away. His brother enters his mind – Tre' loves Roman candles and all fun things that go “boom."
Shots ring out! Or at least Darian thinks! He panics and locks the doors on the car. His last brush with gun violence flashes before his eyes, but it turns out just to be some teenagers firing Roman candles at each other. In all of his tension, he forgot that the 4th of July was only days away. His brother enters his mind – Tre' loves Roman candles and all fun things that go “boom."
Harmony and Marquez return with arms full of black duffel bags and cases.
Why is Darian even there? Shouldn’t he and Marquez be the ones hauling the heavy bags?