I chased after them, earning harsh words from
couples I pushed apart and threats I chose to ignore. The flow of
the party fought against me but I shoved through the surging tide,
through the music and the smoke. I made it down the hall into the
main room, then into the kitchen, out onto the deck, but didn’t see
De’Andre anywhere. I bullied my way back into the apartment, the
main room, the hall, and almost got as far as the foyer when the
bathroom door opened to block my path. Through the thick haze
inside I saw my roommate sitting on the closed toilet seat. I
ducked under the arm of whoever was exiting the bathroom and
followed the stench of pot inside. “Tyrone.”
De’Andre’s deep voice answered. “There’s our
token white boy,” he said, and I spun around to find him stretched
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