After the death of James St Patrick, Alina Amara and her mother fled New York City to get away from the treacherous gang life of New York. Leaving her best friend Tariq and Chloé to live in London, Alina has had enough hiding.
Until a miracle...
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CHAPTER TEN: PARTY
THIS IS WHAT COLLEGE IS ALL ABOUT PARTIES. Another party invitation means more people wants product, which means more money. Only Tariq, Brayden and I knew that, not Chloé but we let her have a time of her life, but this time it was different she seemed sad almost as if she didn't want to be here.
Having my solo cup in my hand, I leaned on the kitchen counter of Weston property I watched Chloé watch Brayden having a conversation with a girl with short pink hair.
Oh hell no.
"Chlo, you okay?" I assured my best friend, she shook her head waking herself up.
"Never been better." She drowned her drink. She wasn't okay and I haven't seen her this hooked on about a boy before, seeing her like this was as if I was hurt. "Another round?" She grabbed my almost empty cup.
"I'm good..." It was then I realized she wasn't okay. "Chlo.-"
"I said i'm good!" She snapped leaving me alone, leaving my cup on the counter, I grabbed it and drowned the last bit of it.
Fuck this.
I walk over to Brayden and dragged him out of the girls presence, I don't care what she thinks of me i'm not letting this white pink haired girl take B away from Chloé.
"Whoa, Alina!" He shouted at me. I took him to side near the staircase. "What the fuck?!"
"You're pissing Chloé off! She can see you with that girl.. who is she?" I shook my head realizing what i said. "I don't care who she is. Lock it off. I mean it." I ordered.
"We aren't doing anything!"
"I don't know what happened with you and Chloé but I thought you was clever, open your eyes Braydon the girl is right here and you're just too blind to see it." After that mini lecture, I left him alone and walk up the stairs to see Tariq.
"You alright?" He asked, leaning on the barrel of the stair case.
"Relationship drama." I rolled my eyes.
"I hear that." He laughed.
He can't talk, I just know he's a little player himself and he knows that I know, I had to check him on that and I'll be damned if he enters another relationship drama like in Highschool.
