Never Let Me Go

Pour It Up

AUTHORS NOTE: This is set a year after the niners lost at the Super Bowl this year. So, for the purposes of this story, let's pretend they win the 2014 Super Bowl.

Also, as you read, you may notice the term "a beat." That doesn't mean anything in particular. It's just something I use when I write.

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God, how do I get myself caught up in these situations? This isn't me. None of this is. The club, the partying, the loud music, my outfit. Oh Lord. My outfit is definitely not me. This is all Kaydence fault. Then again, isn't everything?

Speaking of the devil, "Would you stop being such a downer and come dance with me?" Kaydence, with those large blue orbs of hers, stare at me with judgment. I swear, there are pretty people in this world, ugly people, drop dead gorgeous, and then there's Kay. She's like the girl next door, mixed with the girl your mom fears you bringing home and the chick people can't help but to love all wrapped in one. Yeah, she's just that awesome.

"Seems to me like you're doing just fine over there," I motion over to the handsome guy she was just grinding on. You know that slutty, but incredibly sweet, best friend we all have? Kay.

"Ri Ri," she whines. She has and will always be the only one who can call me that without making my mouth want to churn out the last meal I had. "You're not having any fun-"

"Hence why I didn't want to come," I cut her off sharply. "You know clubs and partying and all this shit just isn't my thing." I run my hands through my blonde locks, starting at my black roots. "I'd rather be at home-"

"I know," she sucks her teeth. "You'd rather be at home reading one of your boring ass books."

"My books aren't boring," I glare defensively. "And maybe you should try picking up one sometime; it might benefit you to improve your 5th grade vocabulary."

"And maybe you, should spend a little less time reading, and a LOT more time twerking dat' ass." I throw my head back in laughter as she starts twerking her large derriere. White girl got curves.

"Bitch you are too stupid," I shake my head. "And you know a guy would have to be pretty damn special for me to twerk for, and especially, on him. I'm not a hoe like your crazy ass."

"Hey! Don't knock it till you try it!" she laughs. "And who knows? Your prince charming may be somewhere in this very club."

"Oh please," I snort, taking a gulp of water. "I'm convinced my prince charming either: A. got his ass killed, B. is stuck in a tree somewhere, or C. got tired of waiting for 'Cinderella' and started playing for the other team."

Kay shakes her head, with a smile on her makeup-clad face, "Must you always be so pessimistic?"

I pretend to ponder her question, "Yeah, pretty much."

The person she was dancing with suddenly calls out for her and she flashes me a sympathetic look, "You sure you don't wanna dance at least once?"

"Naw, I'm good. You just go enjoy yourself. I'll be here."

She sighs reluctantly before walking off, leaving me alone to my thoughts.

"Omg. I can't believe he's actually here!" I hear an extremely annoying and overly high-pitched voice shriek from a few seats down from me.

"Right?!" Another, equally annoying voice, chimes. "And let me just say, he's even more attractive in person." What?

"Is anyone else from the team here?" The first voice asks. Team? What the hell is going on?