Open Heart

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As I saw him across the room I instantly didn't want to be here.
Why is he here?!
Couldn't he have been somewhere else?
Why is he walking this way?!!!
Why the hell is he SMILING AT ME?!

All this ran through my head as my ex approached me. There he was looking cuter and more devilish then ever. Yasir was his name. My first love along with my first heartbreak. He cheated on me 3 times. First one was with my cousin, the next was with my close friend, and the last was when he used me as a bet to get with all the girls in our school all at once. He won by the way ... I was fed up with him and when he transferred, I was at peace.

"Hey Kylie, long time no see"
"Hey Yasir .. Yeah, cool to see you. So how you know Ronald?"
"We play football together but, you look so good today"

My cheeks began to heat up, then I remembered he was taken... Was he actually flirting with me? Or was it just a simple compliment?

"Yeah thanks. Well I guess I'll see you, I need to go talk to Ronald"
Of course I was lying ...

"Cool, come back when you finish" He said with a smirk. That same smirk that made me fall for him.
I dipped through people hearing whispers from Yasir friends --
"Yo who that?" "She look good son!.." "Damnnnn, how you lose that Yas" "Ayoo put me on that jawn right there"

Their comments got worse after the last. I ran into the hotel bathroom and locked the door behind me. I definitely needed a breather. Seeing him brought back so many memories. Both good and bad. Mainly good. Seeing him made me miss him... Made me lose my peace and balance. I walked out the bathroom ready to party. Forgetting about all relationships and just ready to have a good time. Ready to be a party girl ....

4:00 p.m .....

Before I knew it, I was giving lap dances to my friends and to .... Yasir. It was all a blur but, I knew what I was doing. I knew who I was going for.. As I wined my body on his lap, I remember feeling something touch my lap every time I bounced on him.
A boner ...

That turned me on and made me feel like I had an advantage. Made me feel like something simple as a lap dance could make him feel some type of way. I liked the thought of me being able to make him hard. I continued ...

By 5:00 I was heading towards the drink bar. Of course because we was minors, we were unable to drink alcohol but those jello syringes were absolutely delicious. I splurged about 3 of them in the first 20 minutes.
In the midst of me dancing and drinking syringes of jello, I lost my Eos. But I kept my wallet on stand by. When the hotel room lights were turned off and we were given glow in the dark sticks, the room felt less crowded. I remember feeling open and woozy but I loved the feeling.

Before I knew it, it was 7:40.
I made another bathroom run to see all my curls puffed up into a curly like Afro . I simply began to spread apart some of the curls and made it look presentable. I walked out in a more calmer mood. Standing in the far right of the room, I noticed Yasir motioning for me to approach him. He asked for my number in which I gave him and then I asked him the "question" that was on my mind ...
"So what's going on with your girl and all?"
"She on and off but I'm about done with her. Wassup with you?"

That pissed me off. How he faded her. I could imagine what he said to other girls while he was with me..

"I think Imma go back to the party, this my song ..."
Lie number 2

By 8:30 Yasir and his crew started to leave. By that time I knew to call either the Uber or my mom. I decided to call mom. I needed to hop back into reality by hearing her voice and seeing her face.

9:00 p.m...

She was there on the dot. Should've know she wouldn't have been a second late.

"How was the party? Made friends? Who was there? Didn't spend all your money did you ?"
There was reality ...
"I had a good time. A bit crowded but it was pretty fun."

Buzzzzzzzzzzz
   Yasir: Had fun tonight. Missed seeing you. 😋 {9:10}

My cheeks burned .. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach..

   Kylie: Me too ❤️ {9:11}

Not again Kylie... Not. Again.

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