The Party

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I hop in the Car and we pull out. Cam played his 'we going to a party' playlist and started getting hype.
I just stared out the window. "What if I had a boyfriend?"
Cam always talking bout his girls and ex's and Jason just got married but his wife on tour with Chris Brown.

About 17 songs later we pull up to the house. It's a big ass house don't get me wrong but damn, ima get lost.

" Aye if anybody touch you text me before you slap life outta them." I laugh and walk in with them behind me. Everyone staring at us and I get hyped for some reason. I go to the bar and get a simple sprite cuz i gotta drive home. And this dude sits next to me.

" I'll have what she's having."

"Hey there."
He ain't ugly but I didn't come to make friends. "I ain't having sex with you."
"I wasn't gonna ask you to." I look at him. " Then what do you want?" He smirks. " I want to simply make a friend. Judging how your posture is and where that tattoo is located, how your sitting here alone but came in with two guys and by how I'm still here talking instead of flirting with you that your 1-taken, 2-don't have a lot of female friends, and 3- different."

" Your right about 2 of those things." He seems like a chill guy but Ion know nothing about him and I don't associate myself with the people from this side of town.

" I'm guessing the taken by part is wrong and my name is D short for Demitreius."

" You must be mixed cuz I never saw no pale person with a name like that."
" Yeah my Dad's Russian and my Mom's from the East coast."
His phone flashes and he looks at it.
" I gotta go. Here's my card, I would like to hear about you Amina." And he disappears in the crowd.

How did he know my name? Five minutes later Cam walks up to the bar with Jason on his shoulder nose bleeding.

" What happened?" "A fight let's go"
I got up with my sprite and headed for the door. On my way out I see D and a older looking guy leaning on his shoulder.

" Don't come back you west coast bitches."

Shidd I don't intend to.

We get in the car and I just can't stop thinking about D. How the hell he knew my name and knew I had a tattoo. My momma don't even know.

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