Harlem Roses

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"I really can't believe you guys actually brought me here." I complained in an un eager tone, looking around the crowded club with an uninterested face. I ran my hands through my curly mane before pulling my cellphone out from camo print utility jacket. Nothing new was happening according to my phone being nobody actually was texting nor did I have any new twitter notifications. I was beginning to really consider my choice in freinds for how ridiculous I felt leaning against a wall as everyone was having the time of their lives. Dajsha seemed to think dragging me to some ratchet party and babbling on and on about Rakim was how I would enjoy to spend my weekend.

"Vash just loosen up a little bit." Dajsha demanded, before heading off to what I guess was find Rakim. Her chances of finding him wasn't as fat as she thought they were, more like slim to nothing. I glanced back over at Carter who was staring blankly out into the center of the club. She looked as if she seen a ghost and I was wondering what was going on. I tried looking in the direction she was, but instead saw no one there.

"You alright Carter?" I questioned the helpless looking blonde. She shook her head aimlessly before looking down almost immediately. It wasn't long before a rather tall looking guy was standing before the both of us. "Uhm can I help you with something?" I questioned looking him up and down. He was rather attractive with his mocha brown skin that didn't have a single blemish, and his personal street wear style that seemed to match his personality. Confident and Loud.

"Carter." He responded calmly, with a smirk that stayed attached to his face before pointing her beside me. I turned to Carter who didn't seem the least bit interested to talk to him. She looked the other way as if she didn't know who he was and wanted him far away from her. The attractive boy placed his hand on Carter's shoulder, clearly pissing her off as she pushed his hand off quickly with ease.

"What do you want Jo' Vaughn?" She spat out, as if his name was more disturbing than sour milk, with a matching facial expression that expressed her feelings just as much. I quickly did a double take to look back at the boy before me, my jaw almost dropping once I noticed that this was Jo'Vaughn "Joey" Scott who she thought she loved with all her heart.

"What happened to us?" He questioned, the smirk now vanished, and the confident attitude seeming to crumble by the second, Carter wasn't amused nor did she seem to care as she rolled her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest before shrugging her shoulders with little emotion. "Come on Carter, please don't act like this." He pleaded, a look of hurt now in his eyes.

"What do you mean, what happened to us? Everything happened to us Joey. Don't you remember your little girlfriend Justine Skye? Don't you remember fame getting to your head and causing you to lose any respect you had for anyone? Just get the hell out of my face!" She exclaimed, brushing past him as she walked out furiously. I sighed wondering why Carter always seemed to think running away from her problems would make them go away. She obviously seem to not notice that was what landed her in the problem she was swimming in at the moment.

"If you really want that girl, you better go find her!" I advised in a serious tone before walking past Joey. He kissed his teeth, before rubbing his temples with a loud groan, trying his best to find Carter through the large crowd of people. I looked down at the gold Marc Jacobs watch on my wrist, mentally sighing. Not only was it only eight o'clock, but everyone else was getting some damn action in this club as I sat here looking like a loner as I lent upon the wall. I stared down at my Bred 11's helplessly as if it would have somehow solved the how boring this party seemed to be.