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"My hair is gonna sweat out in here." I huffed. It's so many people in this club because some celebrities came out today.
Waka and Future. I remember them from the studio with Drake. They're really cool and funny. But it's obvious they like me.
Future is really good looking, but I don't want to date him. Waka is okay, not all of that. But he's really really funny. More like brothers to me.
They pulled us into their section, so we're in VIP. It's cool up here, not as crowded as it is downstairs so that's good. Still hot as hell. But that's why I have a portable fan. That small thing comes in handy every time.
Of course it's pink!
I didn't even know it was them that were here. Lauren just said she wanted to go out, so I agreed. Last time I went out, apparently I kissed Beyoncé. I think I was too fucked up because I don't remember that.
My friendship with Beyoncé is one that i've never had. It's new, and really fun. We go on dates and stuff, cute things. But she always wants to pay. That has to be a habit of hers, and we have to break that.
It's not right for her to keep paying for everything. A friendship is like a relationship in a way. Going out, everything is 50/50. At least that's how Lauren and I do it. If one of us don't take the whole bill.
We do that sometimes too, but Bey wants the whole bill every time. I don't like that. I have money, so she should let me spend it.
"Dear fuck nigga still can't believe I used to fuck witcha, Popping plan b's cause I ain't planned to be stuck witcha." That's my song.
It just hit so hard like fuck every nigga! At this point.
There's people up here recording and snapping pictures. Being with Wayne and Drake, everyone will know you. Some people think i'm a celebrity, but no. I'm a regular girl from the hood.
"I'm the only reason that your goofy ass got bitches. All them hoses wanna look like me. Bitch most likely, only fuckin you just to spite me."
I was bopping to the music, waving my fan in my face. Club heat will kill you. No way it should be this hot.
"Bestie what!?" Lauren yelled.
"But please don't get it twisted I ain't trippin, I never put my faith in a nigga, bitch imma die independent."
"You know I suck it good, real hood when you wake up. You know her head game weak if she ain't fuckin up her makeup."
Lauren was pointing with me and swinging her head. This is my real life hype woman. If she there, we gon turn up. Nothing will be boring.
"Damn, I can't believe I used to let you fuck me. I'd rather be in jail before a broke nigga cuff me."
I was handed two shots, and I threw them back. What the fuck was that? Who the fuck was that?
