It was Zion's birthday today and all everyone was talking about was his party. The boys were throwing him a party at their house and a shit ton of people were invited.
As the hours ticked down I started getting nervous. I had spent all day trying out outfits and dresses.
"I seriously don't look good in anything! I swear Imma just go naked!" I yelled to myself in frustration.
My time was running out so I ended up saying 'fuck it' and threw on some white, ripped, high waisted skinny jeans and a black long sleeve crop top.
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I pulled on my burgundy coloured converse, grabbed my keys and phone, and headed to the party.
"Fuck! I forgot a present! Damn it!" I hit the wheel in frustration as I was now approaching the house.
Why was I so on edge? It's just a party? Right? Wrong! It was Zion's party! My long time crush. I let out a loud frustrated sigh before stepping out of the car. (A/N the car is a black 2015 Camero ;) just letting you know)
I got out the car with my phone in my hand and started making my way inside the house. The music was blaring and I could hear the song 'Havana' playing.
I walked in and the house was swarming with people. I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed myself a beer.
"Damn! Y/n who you trying to impress?" The question was complementary and it came from an all too familiar voice.
