Hate Is A Strong Word

8

We just arrived at Cam's house and it's packed. I park up the street a bit, just so nobody tries to pull off drunk and hit my car. We're both wearing sneakers so walking won't be a problem through the night. Shay's wearing a white off-shoulder crop top, black shorts, and her Taxi 12s.

She did her makeup and has her jewelry on. Her hair is in box braids so she styled them half up half down, with two left out in the front hanging down. We look good.

We walk in the house and there's people everywhere and the music is blasting. Everyone looks like they're having fun. As I look around to see who all is here, I run into Cam. "Yoo, you came through!" He yells over the music. "Yea, it's fat in here!" I yell back.

Him and Shay say hi to each other. "I'm gonna grab us a drink real quick! Brb." She says in my ear, winking at me. I know she's winking cause she wants something to happen between us but it's not. I'll be sure of that. "So is this a secret or does your mom know?" I ask him.

He gives me a look like I should know the answer. "Yea I figured." I said. We both laughed. "I figured we tryna get along now so maybe you wouldn't tell on me." He said, chuckling. "That's a pretty risky assumption." I jokingly respond.

We continue talking over the music for a bit until Shay comes back. "Here you go love." She says, handing me a drink. I thank her and take a sip. It tastes really good. "Mmm what is this?" I ask her. "Girl to be honest, I just started mixing shit. I also had like two cups in there so I'm feeling it a bit," She said. "I do know that I put like 5 different alcohols and some punch so." She added, shrugging.

"Which punch?" Cam asks her. "The one that said spiked." She answered. Her words are starting to slur a bit, her ass always been a lightweight so I can only imagine with this being her third cup in literally 5 minutes. "If you feel like you need to lay down at some point, let me know. Three cups in five minutes is gonna fuck you up." He responds.

"And I'm not done yet!" She yells, downing the last of her drink and heading back to the kitchen. "Welp, I'm gonna go babysit for a few." I say to Cam. "You know where to find me." He says. "Nah I actually don't." I say. We both laugh. We talk for a second more and I head off to find my best friend.

We've been here for some hours now and when I say we're lit, we're fucking lit. I don't know how many cups of that drink we had but it's so good so we keep getting more. I'm pretty sure 90% of the people here are so drunk they can barely function. I don't know what the hell is gonna happen when everyone tries to go home.

Me and Shay are dancing right now with our drinks in our hand. I see Cam walking past and I stop him. "Hey, what are you gonna do about getting everyone out?" I yell to him, trying to sound as normal as possible. "No fucking clue!" He yells back. I can tell he's drunk so I doubt he's even thought about it. Oh well, that's a problem for another time. I continue dancing and rapping along to the music with Shay.