ASHLEY

21

   Kenneth P.O.V.

   We arrive a little later than when the post said the party was going to start. Kenneth never shows up to a party on time. Even a party as dope as Tyler's. Jello shots sit off to the side on a long wooden table. Accompained by bowls of chips. Jello shots are nice and everything but my focus is on the heavy drinks. Vodca, gin, siroc.

   My eyes scan the room for Omar. I sent him a text an hour ago. Telling him I was going to be at the party. He said he was going to be here. Whenever that is.

   "I'm going to go get us some shots. I'll be back," Kianna announce. Her right ass sway in the dress she's wearing. I bite down on my lower lips. I hope no one tries to holla at her because I didn't come here to start a mess but I will if I catch someone trying to get at her. We may not be in a relationship but that doesn't mean I'm going to look stupid and let other dudes talk to her at the same time I am. Kianna already knows what's up. She knows how I roll.

   A couple fine ass females come up to me and start dancing around me. Smiling, I lead them to the dance floor. I sway to the music while they grind their bodies up against mine. More people crowd around the dance floor. Sweaty bodies move in sync with the thinking be at of the music blasting from the heavy speakers.  One minute I'm dancing with this beautiful bad body chick and the next she's being pushed to the side. I whip my head around to find Kianna staring at me with her head tilted to the side. An angry look on her face.

   I pull her close to me, earning a couple groans of protest by the women dancing around me. "Chill out y'all. I got enough love for all of y'all." This cheers them up. They continue to dance around me, moving their bodies. A smile tugs at my lips, imagining all the dirty was I could have my way with them. None of them would mind really. I'm sure Kianna would play along too. Let's face it, the girl is a freak.

  The sound blasting from the speakers change to an even faster tempo. We dance a while longer before I get tired and need a drink. My mouth feels like I ate a bag of cotton balls. Kianna follows me to the kitchen. I wait for her to finish mixing grape juice in the two cups of gin. A hand full of ice cubes are dropped in. "Here you go." I gulp about half of my cup down.

   "Man I wish you had something for us to smoke."

   "Kianna I done told you I'm not about to smoke my product. That's stupid."

   "Well you should have let me buy an ounce."

   "I-I got you next time 'ight?" She nods. I bring her closer to me. My hand resting on her butt, pressing her closer to me. Her lips crash against mine. I flick my tounge across her lips. She grants me the access I wanted.

   "Eww get a room. Y'all just nasty. Just nasty." I pull away from Kianna to greet my crazy friend, Omar. He daps me up. "I ain't expect to see you here. What's the occasion?"

   I wave him off. "Nothing man. Just wanted come out and party. What, I can't have fun now?"

   He pretends to think about it. "Nope," he says popping the p. This guy is a fool. Can't help but have mad love for the homie. He's like the brother I always wanted. He should of been my real brother because the one I do have is a punk. I can't stand him. He turns to Kianna, noticing her for the first time since coming over. "What are you doing here?" He ask turning his nose up.

   Kianna rolls her eyes. Taking a sip from her drink she says, "not worried about you so how about you do the same?" She flips him off. I will never understand why the two of them hate each other so much. Whenever she's around Omar either ignores her or gets under her skin. I think Omar just likes being annoying. He can't help himself. All I know is I better not find out its all an act and they secretly sneaking around behind my back. I know how these girls work. Me and Kianna aren't anything serious but she won't have me out here looking stupid. Not me.

   We talk a little more then we begin to notice more people piling in so we head back to the dance floor. This party is lit.

   I feel a tap on my shoulder. "What Omar?"

   "Aren't they those dudes from across town? Shoota's boys right?"

   I look in the direction he's pointing in and sure enough I see about five guys walking in with hard looks on their face. From where I'm standing I can't see the tattoos on their necks too well but I can definitely tell they're there. A sign of the gang they're in. They shoulder even be over here on this side of town. We usually keep to our territories. This is how I know they're here to start some trouble. If it's trouble they want them I'm going to be the one to give it to them. If they haven't heard about me before they will now.

   I make my way over to them. Omar follows. A couple guys from the party join my side too. Though we're not cool like that we work for the same dude so that puts us on the same side. I make the guy out in the front to be the leader so that's who I decide to step up too.

   He tense up when he sees us walking towards them. "What's up young blood-"

   "Nah we ain't doing that. Y'all niggas know y'all on the wrong side of town. That's not what we do. So you tryna start some shit or what?" I look the tall black side directly in his eyes when I ask this. I have to show him I'm serious.

   "Nah. We just heard there was a party and decided to come through."

   "Well this not that type of party. Y'all gone have to leave. A.S.A.P."

   "Look man-"

   There is no need for him to try to plead his case with me. It doesn't matter what he has to say. I know him and his friends were looking to start some trouble. My crew knows that and they know that. So why act like there's some type of misunderstanding. Besides even if they were telling the truth, which I know they aren't, there would be no way me or everybody else would feel comfortable with them around. Shoota's boys are too unpredictable. The beef is too deep.

   My white shirt is lift up a bit, exposing the glock in my waistband. There's no way I would leave home without it. This situation just proves why. The boy looks down at my gun. He looks me in my eyes, challenging me. If he thinks I'm going to back down he must be out of his mind or high. Realizing this He turns to his friends. "Let's get out of here. This party ain't all that anyway." This earns him a couple of groans of protest from his buddies.

   "Yeah y'all do that," I taunt. And with that they turn and leave. "Pussy."

   "They always trying to start something. I swear, one of these days they gone mess up."

   "Forget them." I turn my attention back to the party. Everyone else disperse and go back to what they were doing before the party for interrupted. I'm not worried about them at all. They're all bark and no bite. Still, I have to keep an eye out for them in case they try to try something sneaky. I just have to show them I'm serious. That I mean what I say.