CLIQUE

TIANNA I

"Fuck, these heels hurt like hell. "

They talk about college parties like they'll be the best time you ever had. When in reality it's a whole bunch of niggas tryna fuck, and bitches shaking ass.

This party was exactly that. Only difference was there were alot more calm and cordial people there. i.e, me.
It was dark. Everybody was sweating, holding there cups, cusped under the palm of their hands. Most of us drinking for our second or third time, tryna fit in.
People kissed in corners and groped the quiet girls because they knew they wouldn't say anything.
"Why am I even here?" I mugged.
"Shut up!" Bria shouted. "You always chicken out then complain about being bored." She shouted over the music.

Somehow, Bria is always in charge of letting everyone on campus know there's a party. She's in connection with all of the party goers.
"Ya'll tryna party tonight?" Is her go to sentence. And we usually say yes. And by we I mean, the clique.

You got Andre, my baby. We met 12th grade year at Beale Highschool. He was deep in shit with the bloods of his neighborhood. Robbing people, stealing, getting arrested, you name it. I remember the day we met. He sat in the lunch room by himself with his hoodie on, just chilling. But that day he seemed anxious. Because we sat close, I new I could say something to him and not seem weird.
He immediately told me to leave him alone, and I did. We never willingly talked again.

But, my walk home and his walk to wherever he was going, happened to be the same. One day I walked past him and his "gang friends."
They cat called the fuck out of me, and he did what he always do. Lay back and say nothing. Until one of them went to grab me. And I'll never forget. He popped up and said, "My nigga chill, let this one go." The one who tried to grab me, smacked his lips and stepped back.

After that, we would randomly speak to eachother. Then that turned into full conversations, then talking on the phone, and me convincing him to leave the gang and go to school.

He would cook for me most nights and talk to me about his hardships. I remember him saying, "Your god sent, I love you, I swear."

He stayed outside, smoking with the other boys. Da'Rell, Clay, and some randoms. Telling me. "Let me find out these niggas touching on you when I come back." With a smirk, before he left.

Da'Rell and Clay became our friends senior year as well. They're real chill but have their own ways.
Clay likes to joke. The classroom clown was probably all he was during Highschool. That one person noone thought would actually pass, but always did his work? Yeah, that's Clay.
He always macking on Bria though. She says it's like when you go to the gas station and that one crackhead won't stop asking for a dollar. Clay always begging to hit. And she won't ever be down, but he'll keep trying.

Da'Rell don't really fuck with us like that, lol. He always at practice or somewhere training. When he is with us he either smoking with Dre and Clay or on the phone with his girls. Plural.
Making everybody feel poor with that college money he got. Pulling up in a new rental every week. It ain't his but shit, he ain't gotta ride the bus like everybody else. But like I said, he's chill so it's always cool to talk.

Oh, I almost forgot about my fans. Bria and Myka. These bitche--- girls, get on my last nerve.

We room together so YOU KNOW shit gets crazy 24/7. Stolen clothes, I saw him first arguments, who ate this? Who ate that? Too much.

I already told you Bria was the party goer so you know that pretty much consumes her life. She's loud and hyper 24/7. Ready to do whatever will keep her adrenaline high. Not that interesting though so, moving on.
Next is Myka. Myka got the hookups on all of the new 40 inch buss downs. I get 50% off because of her, EVERYWHERE.
She's into cosmetology, things like that.
We embrace her in that nature, getting our nails done and wigs installed by her, keeping that bag heavy.

But today, its fuck her and Bria.

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"You shut up!" I said, as I rolled my eyes , looking her way. "Ain't nobody a chicken, I want to do stuff with ya'll, but nobody knows how to throw a party to be honest."
Bria sucked her teeth and folded her arms. "Then stop coming!" She went on a long rant about how she works her ass off so everybody can have a good time. Then Myka came out of nowhere, clearly drunk, with some nigga around her neck.

"HEyYY ya'Ll..." Myka said, slurring her words.
"Myka what the fuck, when have you ever drunk like this?" I asked concerned. "Yeahhhhh!" Bria hyped her up. "She knows how to party, unlike somebody I know."

This nigga she was with looked shady as hell. Had me thinking, did he drug her or something?
"Who are you!?" I asked him. He had this smirk that rested on his face as he watched Myka fall apart.
"Oh I'm Deion, we just met." Lying ass. Did they just meet or did he drug her and attach himself to her after she fell unconscious?
"Oh well, your good to go. We got her." I said , reaching for her arm.
"Tia what you doing?" Bria asked, grabbing Myka's arm back. "Stop ruining shit."

"Bria, I need you to stop being oblivious and let's go!" I shouted. Deion was catching on and grabbed Myka by the waist.
"Hold on, what you doing. " I shouted.
"Why ya'll trippin'!?" He yelled back as we played tug or war with Myka.
"LEt mE gO..." Myka shouted.
"NO! We ALL are leaving right now!" I yelled, making eye contact with Bria.
Then out of nowhere, she pushed me.

"I swear I'm so tired of you! You always ruining shit!"
She grabbed my hair, causing me to fall to the ground. We tussled on the floor, screaming at eachother.
I got on top of her, punching her in her face.
"STUPID BITCH!!!"

Everybody surrounded us, hyping us up. "Fight, fight, fight, fight!!!!"
I kinda blacked out and just went crazy. Nothing was stopping me though. I was tired of her shit.