y/n pov
ever since i broke up with javon, i've been feeling like shit. i don't know if it's the fact i saw him kissing another girl, or if it's that i loved him and want him back. but oh fucking well i guess, cuz i know i'm not getting his ass back. no way in hell. and i may seem fucking crazy but i couldn't help myself. his smile, his laugh, his voice, i could name so many things that made me fall in love with him. but he fucked me over. so i gotta find a way to get over it. or at least try to for the time being. so, i called my friend giovanni. he was my best friend and always knew how to cheer me up. rather it was because he knew somebody was throwing a party or had drugs. seems like a shitty friend to a normal person, but he was nice. "hey" he said, "hi, you know any parties that we can go to tonight?" "yeah, why?" "you remember javon? me and him broke up. i caught him cheating." "damn bro, i'll send you the address then i'll come to pick you up, okay?" " mkay, thanks." i hung up, throwing on a black sweater over my outfit and sprayed a little perfume on.
*timeskip*
"bro is that javon?" giovanni asked, pointing to a large group of girls crowding what looked to be a person. once the girls finally backed away, sure enough, it was javon. "godammit." i mumbled, dragging giovanni by the arm, walking up the creaky stairs. "the fuck are you doing bro?" he asked. "i don't wanna be near him." i sighed, "you got weed on you?" i asked, and he nodded, pulling out a pipe, handing it to me. i grabbed a lighter out of my pocket, lighting it and taking a few hits before handing it back. now i was high off my ass, while i was at a party with my ex being downstairs. usually, i don't get high. but, right now, i desperately needed something to cool down my nerves. "i'm tired, i'm gonna go.." i mumbled lazily, walking, almost tripping, down the stairs. i glanced at javon, he was sitting on the couch with that same girl. fucking payasa.
