Song recommend: (Try me- The Weeknd)
Jada
"over there!" I shouted at Tash due to how loud the music was.
She took my hand and we both walked over to the bartender for drinks. I chose my shots as usual and she took her rum cream.
I giggled at Tash's judgemental glare that was directed toward the man who was soaked in sweat probably from dancing.
Tash and I just sat and enjoyed the vibe casually taking sips from our drinks after I finished my shots remembering the last time.
Well, a few of Tash's begs and pleads and chore exchanges did the trick. Plus partying was something I liked.
Our conversation was interrupted by the guy who invited her to the dance floor.
Which left me here by myself which by the way was starting to get tipsy.
"Hi," a voice boomed from behind me. Taking a seat next to me I saw the stranger. He was HOT. And guess what? He wasn't black. (she just got excited to see a guy from another race hitting on her guys) He had pale white skin and was a brunette with brown eyes and multiple tattoos on his muscular right arm.
"Hi," I answered back not being able to help the smile that crept onto my face.
Next week is gonna make six months since my ex-boyfriend and I broke up. After that, all the excitement in my life went through the window.
"Can I get you a drink?" He asked as a charming smile overtook his features.
In my state, that's all he had to do and I was charmed.
"Sure" I replied and kept the smile lingering on my lips. Finally!
"How has your night been?"
"It's been good are you gonna make it better?" he chuckled at my question.
" Definitely Jada" he answered his smile mirroring mine. My smile disappeared after his sentence and my stomach began to feel sick. I searched the crowd for Tash but she was nowhere to be found.
"H-how you know mi name?" he chuckled
"your friend yelled at you a thousand times. Your name specifically. I've been watching you for a while now. How else would I know your name, Jada?" he asked smile never leaving his face. Oh. Phew
"oh," I answered chuckling awkwardly.
"Thank you," I said accepting the drink he bought for me from the bartender.
"what's your name?"
"Steven" he answered sipping his drink.
I scanned the crowd once more and again, Tash was nowhere to be found. What?
"Steven, umm my friend gonna look" I was unable to form a proper sentence I couldn't think straight. Worry began to settle at the pit of my stomach. I was starting to get hot.
Instead of enjoying the music like before, with every beat my head throbbed. Tears of frustration gathered in my eyes. Where was Tash? Why am I feeling like this?
Weariness took over and blinking one last time my world went dark.
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My eyes squinted due to how hard my head was hurting and my throat felt like 2 big buckets of sand were poured down it.
I was in bed. A bed that wasn't mine. I realized after ruffling the silk sheets under my fingers.
Where is Tash? My breathing got heavier and my eyes burned as tears pricked them. I want my mom.
