ASHLEY

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   "You sure you don't want to slow down? That's the third drink you've had?"

   "Didn't know you were counting," I bark back. She wanted me to come out and have a good time well now I'm here...having a good time. I don't need Kayla jumping down my throat and watching over me the way she is. I'm nearly a grown woman.

   Kayla watch me wearily as I down another drink. I cringe at the burning sensation flowing down my throat. The buzz I feel makes it all worth it. Music thumps harshly and women dance around in as little clothes as possible. Smiles on their done-up faces. Happy. That's how they appear. Just plain old happy. And carefree.

   Kayla's annoying voice pulls me from my staring. I groan inwardly. "...Bria are you even listening to me? Lira, Erica, Stephanie, can any of you guys help me?" The silence from the girls makes Kayla upset.

   Stephanie readjust her large boobs that pool over her tight shirt. "She just wants to have a good time," she says in agreement with me.

   "Really?"

   "I'll make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble. Now, who wants to join me in the dance floor?" Lira ask excited. She flips her long hair over her shoulder and start dancing where she stands.

   I take one last shot-for now-then place my hand in her's and allow her to lead me to the dance floor. Erica and Stephanie are right behind us. We dance messily in a tight circle. Bodies moving in sync with the music. Lights flash over the sea of sweaty bodies. "My whip from Germany!" The crowd screams along to Kodak's hot new album. I'm personally not a big fan of the rapper but occasionally I do head some good hits. This is one of them.

   I feel hands grip my waist and I don't even bother to turn around at first. Instead I grind my back side against his front. The poking I feel on my back is evident enough for how excited he is at my reaction. After a while I turn around. The gold grill in his mouth stands out against his pearly whites and dark skin. Muscles buldge from the wife beater and dark jeans. Gold chains hand around his neck and a shiny rolex on his wrist. He's handsome, nothing out of the ordinary but handsome none the least.

   My hands fly up to his neck and I pull him in closer. "We should get out of here," he whispers in my ear. I shiver at his closeness.

   I giggle. "I don't want to leave right now. I think I'm actually starting to have fun. Hey, you should get me a drink. Something fruity. I'm sure it's no issue. You look like you're rolling in money unless you borrowed that stuff from your homeboys."

   "I make my own money ma."

   "Good. So how about that drink?" I don't wait for a response. I grab his hand and pull him along. The girls ask where I'm going so I simply tell them. I have nothing to hide. The bartender hands over a fruity pink drink and it gets downed quickly.

   "What's your name?"

   "Bria. And yours?"

   "James."

   I hum.

   After I finish my drink I try for another but I can't seem to get it down. My heavy head rest on the bar. The world around me is spinning. My body feels too heavy to be mine and eyelids too heavy to be real. Everything hurts. This is not fun any more. What ever happened to that buzz and the tingles? Nothing is ever there when you need it.

   A tap on my shoulder brings me back down to reality. It's...it's...oh that's right. Its James. Now I remember. I smile up at him. "Are we leaving now, you promised?"

   I groan. "I did?" I don't remember promising that but at this point I'm not remembering a lot of stuff. Never have been one to go back on my promise. "Okay."

   "Let's go," he says picking me up from the bar. Something get caught under my foot and I nearly fell and land on my face. Thank God James is quick on his feet and catch me just in time.

   The crowd is thicker than it was before. People are pushing and prodding. Its a public place. They dont have to be so rude. A strong hand grip my wrist causing me to stumble again. "H-hey. W-what-"

   "What the hell you got going on partna'?" James question with a harshness in his tone.

   Kenneth pulls me behind him and stands toe-to-toe with James. I can't help but take into account how sexy Kenneth looks with that deep scowl on his sexy face. I grab his arm. "K-Kenneth what are you doing here?"

   "She drunk as a fucking skunk and you over here trying to take advantage of her?" He ask completely ignoring my question.

   "Man get the fuck out of here," James demands pushing Kenneth. Kenneth doesn't even think about his next reaction. He throws the first punch. It connects to Jame's face with so much force. A crowd forms immediately. Everyone desperate to be out of the flying fist.

   Kenneth is in top of James hitting him with everything he has. The sound causing me to flinch. Two guards take note of the fight and come pushing through the crowd of people.

   "Kenneth! Kenneth! Two guards are in their way over here. W-we have to go b-before you go to jail," I can barely get all that out. My breath becomes short.

   Kenneth unloads a couple more punches then get up and grab me roughly by the arm. Pulling me along.

   "Ouch! You're hurting me."

   "Shut up," and that's exactly what I do. Knenneth is seething with anger and pissing him off further wouldn't be the best idea. Better to keep my mouth shut and allow him to drag me outside to his car. The seatbelt buckles and the doors are locked. Not a word is shared as the car hums down the long road. The bright blue house comes into view. I refrain from asking why we're here due to the thick tension. So instead I get out the car, slamming the door shut. Kenneth mumbles something under his breath but I feel too awful to argue him down about it.

   I stumble to the house. Kenneth unlocks to the door to reveal the house void of any occupants. His room is cool and comfy. I try to make my way to the bed but instead I end up hunched over the trash can with all my insides flowing out of my stomach.

   "Eww. That's nasty."

   I groan.

   "Don't move. I'm going to get you something to help with that and something to sleep in because there's no way I'm taking you home like this. My car is too expensive to have you throwing up in it," he says disgusted.

   I groan again.

   After throwing up some more Kenneth helps me in the bath and helps me clean up. He's already seen everything I have to offer.

   I climb into Kenneth's bed. Dressed in his large shirt and sweats.

   Today was a total fail. I tried to be happy and it got me nowhere but in Kenneth's bed. Didn't see that coming.