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AALIYAH WESTBROOK
Tonight was New Years Eve, and it was also Abel's party, which i was nervous for. It was my last party of 2011 and i was known for leaving the year with a banger.
Usually, I'd ask The whole mob to come with me so i could watch over them, but i wasn't speaking to any of them.
I was standing in my room, searching for a dress for this party. Nothing was coming to mind and i had to leave in three hours, Time was ticking.
Until i remembered i had just bought a new dress that i wanted to wear for a friends birthday party but i am no longer friends with that skank.
It was a red latex two piece, and i paired the outfit with nude heels, some rings and of course straightened blonde hair.
About two and a half hours later, i was ready and prepared to leave 2011 behind.
As i was walking out of the door, my brother stopped me.
"Woah, where you goin? Lookin' like that?" He asked and stood up with a bowl of popcorn. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and played with my nails, "I was invited to a party, Dre."
He shook his head and put the bowl down, "I'm tagging, let's go–" he started walking towards the door but i grabbed his shirt and pulled him back, "You aren't eighteen yet."
Dre groaned, "Please Liyah–don't leave ya brother alone on New Years." He pouted and i rolled my eyes, "Fine, go get in the car shithead."
When we were finally on the road, Dre took the AUX and played some music. We bumped to early 2000s music, which was already the highlight of my night.
Half an hour later, we pulled up to a strip, which had a bodega, barber shop, shoe store, and some apartments so i was confused.
I parked along the strip and before i got out, Dre handed me my leather jacket, "Put it on."
He gave me a sarcastic smile before getting out. After i put on my jacket, i stepped out and that's when the cold hit my skin, but a hoe neva' gets cold.
"Where this dude party at, Liyah? It's mad cold." Dre grumbled and i shrugged, "ion know! He told me to park by the bodega and that's what i did."
Andre glared at me and zipped up his versace hoodie, "Have i met this lil boyfriend of yours?" He asked and i shook my head, "Not unless you hung around me when i was high and shit."
Again, he glared at me, "Ion want you doing that fuckin shit tonight, ight? I don't feel like babysitting yo ass."
I rolled my eyes, "whatever, i haven't numbed my face for a while–"
