Untitled : A Blueface Story

Chapter One

Krystal's POV

   "You will not be walking around with me wearing that," my best friend, Shaylamonte, told me as I stood in front of the mirror of our dorm in ripped jeans with a crop hoodie. "You look like a basic white girl."

I stared at her through our body-length mirror and started stripping until I was back into my bra and panties.

"At this point, just wear that." Shay shrugged.
I rolled my eyes at her remark and put on a black off the shoulder crop top with black leggings to match. I stood in front of the mirror and examined myself. I guess Fashion Nova does do the trick every time.
"Better! Now lose the bra Krys, I would say wear a strapless one, but you literally have no titties to worry about. Embrace your small boobs!" Shay exclaimed while she applied her lip gloss on in the smaller mirror.

At this point, I was annoyed. I was regretting agreeing to this party already since it caused an argument with my man, now I'm being judged by my best friend who has the confidence I lack in myself. I kept staring at myself in the mirror and finally undid my bra, fully taking it off. I hate to admit it, but I looked fine as hell thanks to Shay for the makeup.
My best friend squealed and clapped her hands together looking over me. I put my lavender wig on that I made myself to bring the black of my outfit out more. I applied the lip gloss on my lips and smacked them together.

Krystal, you're fine as hell. I thought to myself.
Shay was right, I have no reason to be so hard on myself. I have clear skin and a high metabolism, a lot of girls envy that.

"I'll get all the guys and fuck them for you since you're currently unable to since you have a boyfriend or whatever." Shay said, rolling her eyes.

She's always had a problem with Devonte, my sister as well. He was the sweetest and smartest guy i've ever met though. Sometimes I think it's because they want me to get out of my comfort zone and take risks, little do they know, I take a risk everyday falling harder and harder for him. Love is scary, you never know when your partner can up and leave you without warnings, but I don't ever feel like it would come down to that with Vonte. He's everything a girl could ask for. Literally.

"You can go crazy all you want to, I'm only going for the drinks." I said flipping my hair as we walked down our dorm hall side by side.

Shay and I have been best friends since high school. She's like an older sister even though we're only a year apart. She's very outspoken and a fun person to be around overall. The only thing we don't see eye to eye with is relationships.

I used to be like her in high school though. I had every guy a girl could dream of. Being captain of the cheer team gets you far, but I never took them niggas serious. They wanted one thing from me, and granted, a select few of them got it. I didn't go around sleeping with just anyone though. I slept with the ones who didn't have to put on a front to get in my pants. I like realness, so telling me you only want relations and not a relationship, I fucked with that.

Having said that, I've only slept with 3 guys my whole 18 years of living. Some may think that's a lot, some may think it's amateur. I've done other things with guys though, but only 3 of them got me out of my clothes. Now as for Shay, she's classified as a hoe, but if you ask me, she just knows what she wants. I don't judge her though, she's never contacted any diseases or anything. I'm sure she can count her bodies on her hands and feet.

The party we were walking to was on campus, not far from our dorm. Clark always has the best parties since students from Morehouse and Spelman come to the weekend ones too. Devonte doesn't do parties. He HATES parties. He hates when I go to them, so you could only imagine how he views my best friend. I'm not the biggest partier, but I also don't turn down fun. As long as my grades aren't affected, I'm fine. I've also never had a problem being loyal at a party. I just get my drinks in and have fun with my girlfriends.

Devonte is very different from a lot of the guys I've been around. He's very educated and poised. He has an old school mentality, which is good and bad. He has his shit together, yes, but his view on how woman should behave is different from mine, but it's how he was raised. As long as he respects me, it's not a problem.

2 hours later...

   With a couple of drinks in, I was feeling good. The vibes at this party was amazing and the music was making it so much better. I found some of my girlfriends from the cheer team here and partied with them while Shay did her thing with the guys. She was a smoker and I wasn't really into that, so we always ended up getting separated at parties anyway.

Mo Bamba blasted through the speakers so you know everyone was jumping around acting a damn fool. Thankfully, the building the party is in is only one floor. I was drunk as hell with my cheer sisters as we screamed the lyrics to the top of our lungs.
"FUCK! SHIT! BITCH!" Was all you heard every time that part came on. We all said it like we meant it, and I know many of us actually did.

As the song transitioned to Money by Cardi B, I started to do my little "leg twerk" with my girls as they laughed and recorded my drunk ass.
My ass wasn't as fat as I'd like it to be, but at least I had one. And it moved when I told it to. I twerked on one of my homegirls as these guys recorded us. They probably thought they'd be bringing us back to their dorm tonight, but that wasn't the case at all, and I'm sure they knew that themselves. Being on the cheer team is fun and has its perks. Everyone knows you, niggas love you, cute bitches want to befriend you, and the ugly bitches hate you.

4:34 A.M.

   I stumbled across the place trying to find Shay so we could head out since it's getting late. I'm so drunk that my vision is blurred. I'm literally seeing double. I held onto the wall for support as I stumbled into one of the rooms they were using to smoke in.

"Shaylamonte, we out. Let's roll." I said to her as I pulled her high ass off the chair. I dragged her out the room and into the party so we could get to the door and leave.

"Aye! Attention all Clark students. Next Saturday we got a special ass guest coming to perform to send y'all asses out for the summer. We got Blueface comin' to shut shit down next Saturday so pay dem dues and bring ya asses own! Be there, fasho." One of the hosts of the party announced as he jumped off the table while the music started back up.

Blueface? So we just making shit up now huh? I
thought to myself as I pulled Shay out the door. I'm drunk myself so for me to be taking care of a faded ass bitch is a struggle itself. Doing it in heels? Another story.

"Krystallllllll," Shay dragged, "we gotta go see Blueface fine ass. I'm tryna get turned outttttt!" She said, sticking her tongue out. I just shook my head at her horny ass as we walked back to our dorm. The alcohol was starting to wear off since I was so focused on taking care of Shay.

We made it safely into our dorm and I took off both Shay's and I makeup and put her in her bed. I sent Vonte a quick goodnight text, stripped from my clothes, and got into bed. I was still too tipsy to shower so I wasn't gonna take a risk.

I guess I'll be back on the party scene next Saturday. I thought to myself as I slowly drifted off into a deep ass slumber.
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Krystal at the top! 💕

hiiiii! thank you guys so much for making it this far lol. this is the first chapter, woohoo! things are obviously gonna start off slow until the saturday of the event at their uni. let me know what you guys think and how you guys feel about the characters introduced so far.
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