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Chapter three.

Aliyah Rain.
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Hanging up the phone, I look at the painting on my wall with exhaustion.

Did I really just spend 20 minutes to hang up this ugly painting? Yes, am I gonna keep it there to show off my hard work of putting it up? Yes.

I cross my arms, staring at it for a few seconds before taking it down.

My rooms to pretty for an ugly painting, I toss it into the hallway for someone to pick it up. My closet is wide open, and I need a new outfit.

Do I have somewhere to go? No, realistically I could call my best friend Meadow and tell her we're going to the club later.

That's what I'll do, so I give her a call informing her on what's happening later and as the amazing best friend she is, she of course agrees.

I smile brightly at my closet, before running in and sorting out a bunch of outfits to choice from.

My closet is a color scheme, I don't really own many colors besides black and red. But it's okay, because one thing I've learned is to never wear bright colors to a shoot-up or bar intrusion.

I spend the next hours with showering, straightening my hair, putting make up on, and picking the final outfit which is the first one I said no to.

Meadow texts, ' I'm pulling into her driveway, get out here. ' I grab my bag and walk down to the driveway.

Getting in, she whistles. " Hey, Hey foxy lady. " I shake my head laughing. " Oh beep down, we both look good. "

She laughs, we pull out of my driveway and straight to the club. Finding a place to park, we walk up to the door and they let us in. Knowing who we are, of course.

I am of age, I know. I live with my parents, only because my money, and they're money practically makes us billionaires.

We get 3 shots in us, then doing a few more before the we're both on the dance floor.

Dancing is medicine.

Hands are placed on my waist, I'm to drunk to even fight it off. I continue to dance up on him, rubbing my back against his front.

I put my hands on top of his, dancing along with the beat. The song ends, hours on hours we dance until I check the time which is 4 am.

Me and Meadow are drunker than skunks, and we can't drive. My parents would probably kill me, but it's my decision not theirs.

I take a step outside, Meadows laughter rings through the air. She appears with a guy, a few inches taller than her and he looks at her smiling.

She slaps his chest playfully. " Your ridiculous. Liyah, I'm going home with him. You can get someone to pick you up, right? "

I smile at her, nodding. " Have fun, you two. " Once they're gone, I wonder how I'm gonna get home.

I scroll through my contacts, " Scroll and pick, sounds fun. " Closing my eyes, I run my finger up and down the screen before clicking it and calling it immediately.

Starting to walk along the sidewalk, the street light is the only source of light.

Someone picks up with a raspy voice, " Why are you calling me at..4 in the morning, you know normal people sleep, Lemon. "

" Hiiii, what are you doing? " My voice drags on the ' Hi ' His voice chuckles through the phone. " Lemon, are you drunk? Or high? Or both? "

" As if, your just mad I'm having a good time and your not. " I start to jump crack to crack on the side walk.

Carrying my heels, cars driving past. " I was having a good time..asleep. Where you should be and doing. "

" Sleeping is overrated. " I laugh. " Where are you? Please on Gods green earth, tell me your not alone and walking. " He questions.

" So what if I am, it's really peaceful although people are staring at me weird. " I continue to walk.

" Lemon, see any signs around you? " He sighs, and I hear rustling around before silence. " I see a sidewalk, a bench, and a big lake. " I laugh.

" I'm on my way, sit on the bench okay? " I hear a door close.
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