As I walked into the building, I immediately noticed the loud but hot group of boys to the right of me. And when I walked past all I heard was whistles and catcalls. But only one stood out to me, he had on a red snapback, and grey sweatshirt with hi...
Kayla's P.O.V. Me and my best friend, India, we cuddling at and watching a movie. It was Sunday meaning no boys, and no crazy Hispanic parents.
I got up and headed to the kitchen to refill the popcorn taking my phone with me. I decided to check my emails just for the fun of it. I felt as if something important was in there. I freeze seeing an email from Freshlee Records. I rub my eyes to check if I'm dreaming. Nope the email is still there, I open and scream.
"Aye chica what is it?!" India comes in yelling. I attempt to speak but all that's coming out is jumbled words. She got frustrated and snatched my phone. "Kay you got invited to a record label. This is huge we should celebrate."
"But what if I go to the meeting Saturday and they don't like me. Than what are we celebrating?"
"Kayla you are amazing, as well as your voice. I don't care if I have to go to that office myself and cuss them out in Spanish telling them about what they are missing out on. They will love you don't worry about Mira.We should celebrate on Friday because it's movie night and we will never change that."
"Thanks for the talk love but we got to get back to our movie." Me and India both come from a Hispanic heritage. Hers being Colombia and Black while I am Colombian, El Saladorian, and a little black. Since I had a little more Spanish in me, my accent was strong while talked like a ghetto Barbie. I love her and we've been friends since 6th grade. It was always me, India, and Mike.
Friday Night
I hear my front door open as I'm putting on out my outfit for the club. We decided to go to L.A. Paradise. I heard it was fun.
"Bitchhhhhh you better be ready." India says. I take in her olive green bodycon dress that compliments her figure.
"Well don't you look hot." I playfully wink. Pulling on my silver and black jumper.
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"And you saying I look hot? Kayla you look sooo fucking fine right now. I would go gay for you." She hums making us bust out laughing. I mean me and India have gotten a little gay with each other before so this conversation doesn't make us uncomfortable.
We arrive to the club and head straight to the bar jamming out to the current song which was My Pyt by Wale which is almost played out. After we get us each a Sex on the Beach to start us off tonight I am approached by a man who is fairly attractive.
