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iv | house party.

' WE GON' HAVE A PARTY AT THE CRIB, EVERYTHING YOU LIKE! '

Jada

21 hours later, Aubrey was still trying to convince me to go to Keith's lil kickback. I wasn't on it. I know how these parties go. Some hood niggas gone come in and shoot the place up. No no no, not today! I'd rather spend the night with Netflix and some food. That's something I do every night.

"Okay but if you did go, what would you wear?" she asked me. We were at this little boutique that her boyfriend's cousin works at. She was deadass trying to go all out for a party with niggas she don't even know.

"This. I don't know nobody, therefore I ain't gotta look good for any of them. Ripped jeans and Timbs is all a girl needs." I laughed before taking a selfie in one of the mirrors.

"You're fried. I guess I'll work with what I got at home. Uber on you, babygirl."

"How nigga? I didn't even wanna come here!" Aubrey was being real disrespectful right now, knowing my bank account damn near in the negative. She's the one with all the money.

"Well we gone go home and I can see if I can get a ride to the party, if not imma take BART."

"Like hell you are, you better call yo nigga."

Between Aubrey and I's back and forth, she got the Uber and we made it home.

"He said the party started at eight right?" she yelled from the shower.

"Yeah!" I yelled back. I checked my phone, still no contact from Daystar. What's tripping me out is that he's all over Twitter, the gram, and snap but not talking to me. He's been throwing shots too, talking about some "Is it considered being a hoe if you just meet somebody and you all on they dick?" He's so lucky I love him, but he keeps acting like this we won't be best friends for too much longer. About twenty minutes later, Aubrey was dressed and ready to go.