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"Aye folks, pass me the blunt, you stingy lil' nigga," Durk called out to his friend Dayvon as they relaxed in their VIP section at the club. The music thumped around them, and the haze of smoke filled the air.
"Chill with allat talk, man," Dayvon shot back, laughing. "You can't even handle it."
Durk rolled his eyes and took a long drag, his mind wandering on what his girlfriend India. His girlfriend, India, was mingling nearby, her presence as vibrant as ever. He felt his affection as he watched her laugh with her friends.
But then, his gaze shifted, and he noticed a girl he didn't recognize walking in with India. She had a certain grace about her, a confidence that seemed out of place in the smoky, chaotic club. Durk found himself staring.
Booka, sitting next to him, nudged his arm. "Yo, who's that with India?"
"No idea," Durk muttered, still watching her.
The girl, Destiny Omarion, felt his eyes on her and turned to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Durk felt a jolt of something he couldn't quite identify. But instead of feeling intrigued, he felt irritated. Who was she to stare at him like that?
Destiny quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing. She thought Durk was incredibly fine, but his intense gaze unnerved her.
As Destiny and India approached the VIP section, India introduced her. "Durk, this is Destiny. She's new around here."
Durk didn't bother to hide his irritation. "Why are you staring at me like that?" he snapped.
Destiny's eyes widened in surprise. "I wasn't staring," she protested, her voice cool but slightly shaken.
"Yeah, you were," Durk shot back. "Don't you know it's rude?"
India stepped in, frowning at Durk. "Chill, Durk. She's my friend."
Von, always the peacemaker, put a hand on Durk's shoulder. "Relax, man. Ain't no need to be rude."
Durk grumbled but didn't say anything else. Instead, he took another drag from the blunt, his eyes still flicking over to Destiny from time to time. There was something about her that got under his skin, and he couldn't figure out why.
As the night went on, the tension eased a bit. Destiny mingled with the group, trying to make the best of the situation despite Durk's rudeness. She found herself laughing at Booka's jokes and appreciating Von's kindness.
Durk, meanwhile, couldn't shake the feeling that Destiny was more than just some new girl in town. She had a presence that demanded attention, and despite his initial reaction, he couldn't help but be intrigued.
The night grew louder and wilder as the hours passed. Destiny, feeling the weight of her problems, found herself drinking more than she intended. The tension between her and her father had been growing unbearable, and alcohol seemed like the only escape.
