Dylan
"Are you fucking crazy?"
I don't know why I was in the least bit surprised. Lena was infamous for concocting up bullshit plans and dragging me into them. However she was my best friend. So I was always down to ride. I must admit they all make for good stories. Yet somehow this time she was pushing it.
'So let me get this straight you and I as in Lena and Dylan are supposed to sneak our basic asses into a celebrity party."
"Basic bitch your mutha is basic and exactly. Why you buggin? It's like tryna get thru hell and high water to get you out ever since ..."
"Lena!"
"What?"
"Don't even fucking say his name right now. I can't even."
"See that's exactly why you need to get up off that ass and come out with me tonight. Live a little you old young hag."
We both broke out into laughter. I had to admit since my breakup with my sleeze of an ex Torrin I hadn't made much of an effort to hang out with Lele. I had buried myself in my job and school work trying to ease the pain of losing Torrin. My social life had become nonexistent. She was right I needed this.
'Ok ok Lena, I guess."
"Don't guess bitch know. It's time you put your goods back on the market. I hate to see you down like this ma. You're a beauty and you deserve so much better than Torrin weak ho ass. And if that so much better just happens to make seven figures it wouldn't hurt." She chuckled into the phone.
"Aww LeLe. Mwah that's why I love you."
"Yea Yea. Be ready at 8pm. And remember all black everything dolls." She disconnected the call in exact LeLe fashion.
I stood in my bathroom mirror giving myself the one over. The black strapless short number I had on hugged me in all the right places. I had gained a little weight since my breakup but now I'm starting to see it went to all the right places. My natural jet black hair was slaying after the Bantu knot blowout I had styled it in. My dark brown skin shimmered in the light. My makeup was nice and simple. The strappy pair of Giuseppe Zanotti heels that adorned my feet completed the look. I headed towards my bedroom for my clutch and I could hear my phone ringing.
"Hello LeLe Pooh!" I chimed into the phone.
"Dylan girl I'm pulling up in front of your shit now. You better be ready chica."
"Ready ..."
Walking out of my lofts I could see Lena's black Chevy Impala.
"My bitch bad lookin like a bag of money." I sang jokingly into her face while putting my seat belt on. My bitch was bad and there was no doubting it. She wore her honey blonde hair bone straight. Her high wasted lace print mini skirt accompanied by a small black top left little to the imagination. Her bronzed skin glowed in the night.
"Yasss honey, that's the attitude I like. We about to go shut this shit down."
"I can't believe you got me doing this. If we get caught Lena ...."
"If ... Dylan and we won't. I got the perfect connect. You know PJ who do security who be all up my ass tryna holla. Well he's doing security for this event and after a little swooning and the promise of a date he agreed to get us in."
"Rita Ora's Album release party. Roc Nation. Like don't you think security gone be heavy. And PJ isn't the smartest cat. I can't go to jail bitch. I'm way too cute for that shit." I chuckled.
"Nobody's going to fucking jail Lyn. Just chill out. We gone have a good time I promise. Right hand to Jesus."
"Bitch you don't know Jesus."
