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I think she love me 'cause I got the check on me Wan' spend the day and flex on me Put a curse and hex on me Scratch out my name, put the X on me
"So Nala goes up to him and gives this whole speech about not being an asshole and how his IQ is the same as a squirrel, she made him look like a complete dick." Jeremiah was in the middle of bragging about Nala.
This was the kind of attention she wasn't exactly fond of. She didn't mind laser tag because it was a controlled group, she semi-knew the people there and they were having fun. But now she's at a party with a ton of people she doesn't know and they're listening to stories about her.
She takes a sip from her drink as a girl approaches her. "Oh my god, you're so pretty! Go, Jeremiah."
Nala almost chokes. "Oh, no we're not- Me and him-"
"We're not together. Nala's my best friend back at Finch," Jeremiah explains.
"Well, you're pretty either way. I'm Shayla." The girl stuck her hand out and Nala took it. She really wished her palms weren't so damp right about now. Shayla would go on her way, and Jeremiah would get lost in conversation with other people.
Nala didn't stick around. Instead, she headed a little way down the beach and sat by the edge of the water. Taking out her phone, she dialed Kenai's number.
It rang a few times before he picked up. "Don't tell me you're already giving up on Cousins Beach."
Nala sighed. "It was fun at first, but now Jeremiah's with other people. I don't wanna be all self-centered and make him stick by me, that's not fair to him," She says.
"I get it, you don't wanna be a party pooper."
"Exactly."
Kenai hums on the other line. "Well, maybe you should start making some friends there. Who says this is gonna be your last time going there?"
