Your Wicked Games: Jahking Guillory (DISCONTINUED)

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This is finally the moment. The moment Whitney, I, and the rest of the seniors of Long Beach High has been waiting for four long ass years. The moment we will remember walking across the stage in a red cap and gown. The moment we fucking graduate. The moment we begin the rest of our lives.

"Class of 2018, if you don't remember anything else from Long Beach remember this-"

"Get money fuck biches!" Someone from the crowd yelled, cutting him off, earning laughs from everyone, but the Head of Administration.

"No." Mr. Glades scorned. "As I was saying if you don't remember anything else from L.B.H remember this, At this moment you start the rest of your life. It can be nice and kind to you, or it can play wicked games. Congratulations class of 2018 you have graduated." I cheered as red hats flew in the air and screams could be heard across the country. Our graduation song Life Is A Highway blasted through the speakers.

"Aye girl we did it!" I hugged Whitney, my best friend for like ever. At first, freshman year when I first met her I thought she was a total bitch, but sophomore year we actually became good friends when we got paired for a project.

"Aye now to celebrate! The party supposed to be lit tonight at this dudes house." She wiggled her eyebrows at me. "Bet." I grinned before hugging her once more then walking to my family.

I greeted my Mom with a kiss. "I'm so proud of my baby girl!" She kissed all over my face repeatedly. She had tear stains on her face. My mom was always over emotional. "Thanks mom." I moved from my moms grasp. She smiled at me before turning towards my father.

"So baby sis finally outta high school." My older sister, Angel, playfully pushed me. She was only a year older than me.

"Hell yeah bout to be at yo school stealing all yo niggas." She rolled her eyes flipping her hair. "Yeah ok." She sarcastically snarled. "If you can pull them."

Angel was prettier than me, almost model like. She always got all the guys, she's even stolen a couple of mine. Not intentionally though. But it's all good, I've glo'd up and I'm ready for an actual relationship. Not that petty play stuff.

We walked through the crowded parking lot to my moms car. As soon as we got home I ran to my room, ignoring the many gifts placed on my bed, and hopped into the shower. There was this party tonight and I was not bout to miss out on it, like I did the rest of the parties my whole senior year. Yeah, yeah, call me a goody goody but grades before all that other shit.

I got dressed in my black body con dress that I've been saving to wear for like ever and I threw on some ankle strapped red bottoms I got out of Angel's closet. I admired myself in my full length mirror smiling at the image I saw. "Damn I look good." I laughed to myself recording for Snapchat and sending it to Whitney.

"Where you going all dressed up?" Angel asked barging in my room. "Party in Santa Monica. Wanna ride out?" I asked grabbing my coconut oil lipgloss and applying. "Hell why not." She smiled, grabbing my keys off of my dresser. "I'm driving."

After about 30 minutes of rapping and singing we made it to a huge ass house in a nice ass neighborhood. Angel and I got out, going our separate ways as usual.

I went in straight to kitchen looking for something to drink. I didn't want any alcohol. I don't know about the rest of these bitches, but personally I'm not trying to get tipsy and end up as somebody's baby mama.

"You finally made it!" Whit slurred, grabbing me from behind scaring the shit outta me. She swayed carelessly to the music. Obviously drunk, or getting there. "You need a drink." She yelled over the music.

I shook my head smirking, pulling out a long brown stick from my purse. I brought the blunt to my lips sparking it. "Ooh shit, lemme hit it."

I chuckled handing her the blunt, watching as she sucked in and puffed out the toxin with a breeze. "You're gonna be crossed like fuck tonight." I laughed.

"Bitch I know, I- Oop. THIS MY SHIT." She grabbed my arm leading the way to where everyone was dancing in a crowd. Everyone has their song that they'd turn up to and luckily for me, this was my song.

I was minding my own business twerking my ass off, with Whitney hyping me up, when I felt a pair of hands grabbing my waist and a body pressing against mine. Of course that made me bounce dat ass harder, but when I noticed a crowd form around us and everyone chanting I had to turn it all the way up.

The music switched to another song and my twerking rampage ended. I turned around to see the guy I was twerking on was a cute boy with the prettiest hair.

"Thanks, for the dance ma. What's your name?" He spoke. His voice was sexy as hell. "Ryan." I blushed looking down.

"Pretty name. For a pretty girl." He winked, pulling me into a hug which was weird. At first I thought it was genuine before he grabbed my ass.

Typical.

I softly pushed him off me, revealing a smirk plastered across his face. I rolled my eyes. "Anytime." I smiled subtly, while walking away.

I searched through the crowd looking for Angel but there was no sign. I decided just to walk outside towards the pool for a breather. It was hot as hell in this house and it was getting a little musty. After a couple of minutes I received a text from Angel telling me hurry my ass up because the neighbors called the cops, and was finna shut that shit down.
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