Jaila Smith is a normal sixteen year old girl, Sort of. She hasn't exactly had the easiest life, But like everybody, She has a story. And that story is the reason she is the way she is, It's also what brings her to Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
The next day, My Mom, Justin, Anaya and I were bidding our goodbyes to my aunt and her family.
Talia wasn't friendly, Of course, But I didn't expect her to be...
*
We arrived to the house just before noon. It was a nice three bedroom two bathroom.
It wasn't too far away either.
I'd just finished putting all of my boxes into my new room when I got a call. It was from Monet.
"Hello"-
"Aye! Jaila! Look, I know you busy... But there's gonna be this thing tonight"-
"No, I'm not busy, I just finished gettin' the boxes in my room."-
"So you can go?"-
"Yeah, Probably. What time are you gonna pick me up?"-
"Probably around eight"-
"Okay, See you at eight"-I said before hanging up. I realized I wasn't exactly dressed for a party. I trust Monet though, So I was about to show out...
I took a shower and changed.
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I was feeling myself, Definitely.
* The Party *
"Dannnnggggg Jaila! Lookin' Juicy!" Mo exclaimed. She was looking good herself.
"You look good too"-
"Juicy. I like that. 'At's yo' new name" She established. I chuckled.
We entered the house which was already lit. I was feeling myself, The party was bomb, The music was pimping. I was going to enjoy myself...
"Aye! There's youngboy an'em!"Mo said, Pointing. I looked over to see Youngboy and the squad as they entered. They made their way to us.
"Wassup?"Youngboy greeted Monet. He paused as he seen me, Suddenly, I felt shy. What is this?
"Aye, Jaila"He greeted me. "You look...Good"He added. I felt my face get hot.
"Thank you" I said, Looking down. Was I blushing? What is going on...?
*
Youngboy isn't really the type to turn up, A lot. Only around his close people. Dudes don't really do stuff at parties anyways, They usually stand around and scope out females, So it's whatever.
Monet and I were dancing and turning up.
"Hey! I'm gonna go get a drink, You want one?" Mo asked. I nodded yes. She handed me her bag before she disappeared into the crowd.
I was by myself.
I nearly jumped as I felt someone push against me. I turned and was surprised to see Youngboy.
"Why you by yo'self?"He asked, Standing in front of me.
"Mo went t'go get us a drink"I replied, Looking in the direction she'd went.
"Why you always do'at?"-
"Do what?"-
"Whenever it's me and you alone, You look f'a way out"-
"No I don't"-
"Here we go wit' you frontin' me again"-
"I'm not frontin' you! I"- He looked at me funny.
"You ain't..."-
"No! I'm straight. You think jus' b'cause I ain't feelin' you, I'm gay?"-
"You feelin' me. Straight like'at. Ion know why you frontin', But i'ma find out..."He smirked. I rolled my eyes.
"Why you all up on me? You feelin' me? You in your feels? Or..."-
"I'm a G, I ain't in no typa feels, But i'ma keep it one hunnet, I'm feelin' you." He said. I immediately felt butterflies. That's normal though. Whenever someone admits their feelings for you, It happens, You're flattered. It's normal...Right?
