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𝔇𝔢𝔧𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔢 𝔄𝔩𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰 𝔓𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔢 𝔓

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𝔇𝔢𝔧𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔢 𝔄𝔩𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰 𝔓𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔢 𝔓.𝔒.𝔙
📍BEVERLY HILLS || Sun, June 9 @ 11:00 A.M. ||


The second I opened my eyes, the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains made me squint, and the dull ache behind my temples throbbed even more. Feeling awful, my head pounding, my mouth dry, and my stomach churning.

Glancing around, I quickly realized I wasn’t home. The room was way too fancy—rich, dark wood furniture, a huge flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, and soft, expensive-looking bedding.

Wait... weh mi deh? Dis nuh look like my place at all.

I rubbed my temples, trying to remember the details of last night.

The music, the dancing, the drinks... and then?
Mnk....

Sitting up slowly, I winced at the pain shooting through my body. I had a serious case of hangover fatigue, every muscle in my body feeling like it had been used up from the night before.

haffi find Samira...
Next time mi a stay home

Pushing myself off the bed, I stumbled toward the door. “Samira?” I called out, my voice sounding rough and dry.

Mi need water bad.
Throat dry yf deevn mi saliva can help mi rn

I heard footsteps behind me, and when I turned around, I saw Jalen standing at his room door. “She deh downstairs inna di kitchen, wid tavi” he said, his voice low and husky, making my head flip around fast.

“Oh... okay,” I replied, trying to gather myself.

Just then, a girl walked out behind him. Her eyes met mine briefly, and I could feel her looking me up and down before she grabbed Jalen’s arm and walked past me.

Tf? Mi nuh want yuh man, dwl... not mi kinda hype, babes.

I blinked, watching her as they moved past me.

Kmt

I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to meds her attitude as I called out again, “Samira?” Finally, I heard her voice from downstairs, and I followed it, still feeling out of place.

House yah big eh

When I reached the kitchen, I found Samira sitting with Taveion. I plopped down on one of the barstools by the island, and Taveion passed me a bottle of water along with a bottle of aspirin.

“Good morning,” I mumbled, downing the water like my life depended on it then took the pill after.

We all started talking about last night—laughing over the madness that went down, how we partied hard, and how none of us remembered much after a certain point. As we ate some ackee and saltfish tavi had made, my body slowly started to feel a little less broken.

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