Chapter 11

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STILL AT THE PARTY

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Aliza's POV

"Yo I'm sorry." He said sitting on the side of my bed.

"Oh ok." I said still smoking the blunt.

He gave me the bitch-I-know-you-lying look. I turned on the tv. I'm not forgiving him yet but I'm not mad.

"I'm serious." He stated

"I am too." I mumbled looking at him

He hugged me. I hugged back but he don't know he gonna have to earn my trust back. I can't do nothing cause I'm high as fuck. If I do it's gonna be something I'll regret.

Jay's POV

It was about 12:00 and we started the party at 6:45. So I'm bout kick all they ass out. I found Aliza and T past out in the guest room. Chyna on a beach chair with some shades on. My shades.

"STTTOOOPPPP!" She yelled as I splashed water on her.

"You need to help me get these people out." I begged

"Whatever." She stood up and grabbed the microphone from the dj.

"YALL BITCHES AND NIGGAS NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT A BITCH TIRED!" She was about to hand the mic back but nobody moved.

"YALL THINK IM PLAYIN'!" She grabbed a gun out she shorts. Nah this bitch trying to get locked up.

They all hurried and grabbed their shit.

"Welcome." She bumped into me and headed to the house.

Chyna's POV

I woke up in the guest room on the couch. It was still dark out.

"Chyna." I looked around and nobody was there but Aliza and Trey and they were sleep. This is scaring the life out of me.

"Chyna. Come here." A heavy voice said.

"Hell Naw. I've watch scary movies." I replied.

"Nobody asked you all that." The voice said smartly.

"Nobody asked yo ass to wake me up."

"Whatever just know I'm comin'."

"The fuck that mean?" I questioned.

"It mean I'm comin' back dumbass!" This bitch nigga. Bout to get they ass beat.

Kayla's POV

I was sleep but I heard Chyna talking to someone. I woke up Jay. He heard mostly everything.

"Stay here." He whispered. I nodded but me being hard headed got up anyway once he left the room. I saw the figure and so did Jay we both pulled out our guns.

Creaaaakkk

I looked at Jay. He looked back at me. This nigga ain't blaming that on me. The figure heard it and fled, he was flying down the stairs like nobodies business. All I caught on the figure was a drawing like a Tattoo that I've seen before.

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