let'$ get it.

I inhaled deeply, allowing the loud to fill my lungs. My niggas and I were smoking before the party, I know none of these broke niggas in here are tryna match me, and I'm not letting them smoke up my weed for free.

I was passing the blunt to my nigga Blake in the passenger seat when someone started tapping on my window. It scared the hell out of me and fucked up my french-inhale. I rolled my window down.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" It was a girl and her two friends.

"Uh, what?" I felt my face turn into a mug.

"Are you guys here for the party?"

"What do you want?"

"You don't have to be so mean." Her facial expression softened, it was obvious shorty was drunk.

Blake leaned over, "Don't listen to this nigga. Y'all tryna smoke?"

I looked at this nigga like he was crazy, this was my whip and my weed. Blake gave me his signature facial expression and hopped in the back of my truck with my nigga Dontae.

The girls slowly made their way into my all white Escalade. Blake got the drunk girl who was talking to sit on his lap, and one of the other girls sat next to Dontae. The last girl just kind of awkwardly stood outside, unaware of what she should do next. I stuck my head outside of my window, "You can come up in the passenger seat shawty," and unlocked the door for her. I guessed that this was my bitch for the night, since my niggas had already hopped on the other two. I could tell that she was cute, but I didn't get a good look at the other two since it was dark.

I blasted Meek Mills The Plug through my speakers and pulled off.

"Where you going bruh?" Dontae asked from the backseat.

"Just around the corner. I don't want anyone else knocking on my window," turning around with a playful attitude.

"I'm sorrrrry!" drunk girl whined.

"What's your name baby?" I heard Blake trying to put on the charm, he be pulling at the bitches with his pretty boy ass. He's tall and thin, light skin with light eyes, and has a short, curly high top fade. But when we get on the field all that pretty boy shit gets thrown out of the window. My nigga Dontae was bigger than both Blake and myself. He's dark skinned with tattoos and a mean looking face, but he's just a big goofy nigga, and a beast on the field. Then there's me, Dominic. I'm a tall and thin lightskinned nigga with a few tattoos. I'm raw on the football field and I keep my money stacked, my mom and dad both have well paying jobs but I have my own job at Champs.

I heard the drunk girl introduce herself as Tori and Blake continued to flirt with her.

"What's yo name?" I looked over at the random girl sitting in my passenger seat, which was actually nothing new, with one hand on the steering wheel.

She shyly replied, "Keana." Then looked continue to look out the window.

I parked then pulled another swisher and more weed out of my glove compartment. "You know how to roll?" I nodded towards Keana, breaking down the swisher. She shook her head no. I was glad because I don't really like people rolling my weed, especially people I don't know, I was just trying to make conversation.

I took a few hits from the peach swisher and handed it towards Keana, she waved it off, so I just passed it to Dontae.

"You don't smoke?"

"I never have," she shook her head.

"Good girl?" I smirked.

"I guess you could say that," I finally noticed she was drunk too, by the way she slurred her words.