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Mali rubbed my thighs as I finally sat down. To say the least, I was fucked up. "Girl here, drink some water." She gave me a glass of water and I quickly drank the whole thing.
We made eye contact and giggled, "I'm having so much fun!"
"Girl me too! Where's Lauren?!"
I pointed to the corner where Lauren was with Nipsey who magically showed up out of nowhere. They were definitely in a screaming match and anybody can tell.
"Oh god!" She groaned, "How does he know where we are!?"
"Girl you know that nigga crazy."
She huffed, getting up and dragging me right along with her. Up close, you can see Lauren pointing her finger in his face.
Suddenly an arm wrapped around my waist and I rolled my eyes, seeing Kai.
"Boy-" Mali started but I told her it was okay and removed his arm from around me.
"Kaiden you can't be doing that." I huffed.
"Why? You think I care about Beyoncé?"
Unfortunately, "I do."
He shrugged, "Well why she ain't here with you?"
"Don't even worry about that. Why did you try to steal her phone?"
He rolled his eyes like the sassy boy he was. "I didn't steal that bitch phone."
"Oh really? So she just tracked her phone down to your house coincidentally?"
"Man," He huffed, grabbing my wrist. "I miss you ma."
"My girlfriend will kill you, seriously." I snatched my wrist back from him. I'm drunk but I'm not that damn drunk.
Kai tried reaching for me again and right now I wished I hadn't told Mali to go. "Kaiden stop!" I yelled when he grabbed onto the already tight shirt I was wearing.
"Nic-" He got cut off when a rough push sent him a few feet back.
I groaned again, seeing Dave. Was it just see all my old niggas day?
"Why you keep touching her?" Dave stepped to him again.
There was no way in hell Kaiden would ever be bold enough to stand up to Dave.
He nodded stiffly, "Man don't be touching me."
Dave scoffed, "You know better. Get the fuck on bitch." He threatened, reaching for his hip and I huffed again, getting ready to walk away. Why the fuck was he about to pull that gun out?
Dave chased after me, grabbing my arm, "Wait Nic, let me talk to you!"
"No, leave me alone!" I stressed, not in the mood for Beyoncé to be upset with me more than she already is.
