𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗬 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗬 - 𝗗𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗔 𝗗

𝟬𝟬𝟲

— 𝗝𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗔𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 —

JORDAN STOOD WITH a red plastic cup, in the corner of a crowded flat. sav was stood next to her but they hadn't said much to eachother apart from hi.
"y'know dig doesn't shut up about you and aniyah" sav said taking a sip of his drink. he didn't say anything nor give jordan a chance to reply because instead he just walked off.
"what" jordan muttered to herself.

she began to walk around to try find anyone familiar enough to be able to hold a conversation. she ended up finding malik after what felt like forever.

"jordan bro where've you been" malik said wrapping an arm around his little sister. he had a zoot in the hand around jordan so she grabbed it and took a pull.
"i need a drink" jordan said kissing her teeth "cant believe i agreed to come her" she said looking around.
"ay cmon man it ain't that bad" huncho shouted walking over to them.

the three stood together passing the spliff between eachother for a while until one of digga's songs started playing. huncho and malik both turned to look at the girl.
"what? i'm going to dance. you man are boring" she walked away and went to find any man that looked decent enough for her.

the mix of weed and alcohol had jordan feeling way too confident. she began small talk with some random tall lightskin.
"what's your name?" the boy asked smiling.
"jordan" she smiled back
"ain't you digga's ting"
"no." she replied bluntly. "not anymore"
they stopped speaking and began to dance with eachother.

the right songs for the situation were coming on and jordan began to whine on the randomer. she knew if rhys saw her, he'd want to die. she also knew that's why she was doing it. not because she liked this boy, because she wanted rhys' attention.

"this ain't running" she heard rhys' voice and began laughing to herself. she felt his arms wrap around her waist a carry her away from everyone. he practically dragged her upstairs away from the rest of the party.

"what the fuck are doing bro? tryna embarrass me or something" rhys shouted at the girl, but she was so high and drunk she couldn't care if he was annoyed.
"fuck off rhys. let me live. just because you want me doesn't mean i want you" jordan replied laughing at him. she didn't want to continue the conversation so she stood up and went back downstairs to get another drink.

after another half an hour 'grey tracky' came on. jordan began to walk outside so she didn't have to listen to her baby daddy rap about fucking another girl. on her way out she saw rhys with 3 other girls on him. jordan was furious.

"oh absolutely fucking not. get the fuck off of him" jordan shouted walking over to him. "are you joking? it's cool for you to have 3 slags all on you but when i speak to someone it's a problem?" jordan looked up at him.
"nah jordan-" rhys tried to excuse what he'd done but the girl just interrupted him.
"nah shut the fuck up im not done. are you actually tapped? you're a weird weird guy. seriously fuck you" jordan began to walk away but rhys grabbed her wrist in attempt to stop her. "don't fucking touch me" jordan left and called an uber back home.

a good night ruined because rhys couldn't practise what he preached.