𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞!
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: this story does not have a happy ending, things take a turn for the worse very quickly.
❝you're changing, i can't stand it. my heart can't take this damage and the way i feel, can't stand it.❞
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"Okay, now bitch, bend it over!"
Niraiya laughed as Khadijah gave her instructions on how to pose, snapping pictures with her aunt's Benz. It was the day of Kay's party at the nightclub and while Niraiya had been worried about going considering she was still eighteen, Khadijah told her not to worry as Dougie and Kay had connections, and she'd be let in just by seeing her face. They were fashionably late of course as Khadijah wanted to take some photos before they went out to get wasted.
"I'm tryna show out tonight," Khadijah reminded her with a cheeky grin, handing back Niraiya's phone, "so let's fucking go!"
"Alright, alright, call the Uber," Niraiya told her, rolling her eyes with a smile, scrolling through the pictures Khadijah had taken on her phone, posting one on her story. Niraiya felt good--she looked good. Wearing a cute white dress and some nude heels, she went all out with her makeup--even having Khadijah straighten her hair. She gelled the front, sweeping it to the side, pulling the rest of her hair into a half-up half-down hairstyle.
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Her aunt had taken one look at her, bid her goodbye and smirked.
Niraiya was determined to have fun tonight. It was Kay's party, after all.
Not even a few minutes later, as Niraiya and Khadijah left the garage, their Uber pulled up, and they were on the way to the nightclub. Niraiya felt jittery but excited, she'd taken two edibles she'd gotten from Dougie to help calm her nerves.
It was packed outside the club, people lined up outside the door, with the parking lot jammed full of cars.
They thanked their driver, hopped out, and Khadijah linked their arm together, giving Niraiya a reassuring smile as she steered them past the line, causing people to shout before they realized exactly who the two girls were. The guy manning the door, barely took a glance at Khadijah's and Niraiya's faces before letting them through and instantly, Niraiya was hit with the smell of liquor and alcohol. Her nose scrunched up, it was almost dank. Kay's music blasted on the speakers and the girls found their friends onstage, rapping with bottles of Henny in their hands as girls gathered around on the dance floor throwing ass.
