Left on the Floor

~Chapter One~

*Cheyenne's POV*

I was sitting on a couch at a Chris Everson's house at a party that Kareena dragged me to. Observing all the "action" that was happening, Kareena found her way to the couch I was sitting on.

"Girl get yo ass up and dance with somebody."

"Kay, no I don't feel like it. I only came to this party because you asked me to."

"You're so depressing all the time."

"No I just don't like these guys. Why are we even here. It's like subjecting ourselves to the entertaining these Hoppers and the Hanson Boys." The Hoppers were the girls that had slept with the Hanson Boys.

"Girl, you're so dramatic all the time. This is why I don't bring yo ass no where." Kareena said while taking a sip of her drink.

"Shoulda left my ass at home then." I laughed.

"Remind me to leave you next time!"

"Oh I will. Now go grind on someone."

"Don't mind if I do." she said sashaying away from me.

I took a small sip from my drink when I felt someone staring at me. Not wanting to know who it was, I continued to look straight ahead. Unfortunately, the presence came closer.

"Aye shawdy, my homie wanted to know if you wanted to dance with him."

Are you serious right now? Who did he think he was?

"Well that's nice, but I'm pretty sure 'yo homie' can ask for himself. You can go tell him that if you want, or do you have to help him walk over here too."

"Ouch mami. Who made you mad?" The guy laughed. I didn't know who this guy was and didn't recognize him from the Hanson Boys let alone the basketball team.

"I was fine until yo fake Rico Suavé ass came over here botherin' me. Now can you go back under the rock you emerged from. Thank you." I stood up and pushed passed him before he could say anything else.

"Waddup?" Corey asked over the phone. I needed a ride home and I was not about to force Kareena to leave.

"Can you come pick me up? I can't stand in this hell pit anymore."

"Yeah, where you at?" I could here him huffing his breath.

"Wait are you busy, I can see if Calvin or Aaliyah can come get me."

"Nah, it's cool. Where you at?"

"Chris Everson's party."

"Chytown, why would you even drag yourself to that? I'm on my way."

"Okay, thanks."

"Yeah. Yeah."

After we hung up, I decided I should probably tell Kareena I was leaving. I ended up just texting her. In the midst of texting and walking, something large and strong ran into me.

"Whoa, sorry." I said not making eye contact.

"Don't sweat it baby." the voice said. I looked up and to my unfortunate surprise, it was Trey Hartley. He had on white muscle shirt that said Trill across it in big, red letters. Along with his shirt, he had on tan cargo shorts and some black Jordan's. I could see his perfect chiseled arms that were tatted on his upper arm. Wait what? Chy what are you thinking? Stop admiring him. Do not start admiring him. Stop it!

"Hey, you okay?" he said snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just look where you're going next time please."