Sonya, a 23 years old woman, just finds out she's pregnant. Her best-friend Damion is the baby's father, and he doesn't have the slightest clue.
After a college party the two crashed, they decide to kick it in the car, confessing feelings "a drunk...
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*SONYA*
After showering and getting cute, we exit Damion's house and head towards my car. I quickly run in front of him and stop, posing in numerous positions, "Overdressed? I kinda feel like I am, I mean, look at what you have on." I say, looking him over. His muscles bulged and his joggers fit good, he was really cute. But in a basic way. Reminds me of our time in high school.
He looks down at his 'fit and back at me, gasping dramatically. "I am appalled at what my ears are hearing right now. This is the ultimate pussy snatcher, just look at how the dick print sits." He starts to shake his hips. " I'm...lookin...good." he rubs his hands together.
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I couldn't help but laugh, "You disgust me, hurry up and get yo ass in the car before I pull off without you. " I say, sitting inside and closing my car door. While I wait for him to catch up, I throw a gram of weed I'd bought earlier in the glove compartment.
He looks on his phone for a minute before hopping in and grabbing the aux cord, "I have something better than little Umizoomi," he cranks up the bass and starts to play SICKO MODE by Drake. "By the way, you're not overdressed. If anything, I'm under dressed." he sits back, giving me a smile.
"Mhmmmm how nice of you, Mr. Pussy snatcher." I roll my eyes, pulling off.
When we get to this house party, more like a mansion, people are already drunk and fucked up, sleeping in bushes and possibly having public sex (peeping two girls in another bush). It's only 10 p.m., too. Girls are hooting and screaming, dudes are hooting and screaming at the girls. While looking at all this, I feel a knot in my stomach and I freeze. What was I expecting? It is a college party, but damn this is just crazy...
I shake my head and the thoughts away, plastering a smile, "To new experiences, I guess." I mumble. Damion grabs my shoulder and we both start walking forwards. I felt safe for a good minute. All I hear is chatter and laughing.
I look up at Damion, "I wanna have fun, but this-" I get interrupted by screaming.
"DAMIONNN!!" a group of girls rush over to us, basically shoving me out of the way, "Where have you been?" says thot #1.
"We miss seeing you around" says thot #2 while smirking.
I look around like someone's pulling a prank. I know these hoes didn't just move me over a dick print.
"Right! I used to wear your football num-" I cut off thot # 3.
"SHOO FLIES! He's with me, and if any of you bitches want it, you can get it!" I clapped loudly, cutting the third girl off. They all gave dirty looks, but damn sure moved along. Damion was staring at me, on the verge of laughter. "They're just fans. Is someone...jealous?"
My face heats up, "Jealous? Of what?"
"The attention I get, what did I tell you? Pussy snatcher." he chuckled, looking around the place. "Come on, I see some Hennessy." He points towards a bar area and grabs my wrist, leading the way. Those girls were now in the corner, whispering and giving even more stank looks. I shot them a bird while Damion poured us shots, making sure he didn't see.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Who's going to be the designated driver?" I ask, looking up at him and squinting. "Rock, paper, scissors?" He suggested, putting his hands up.
"Death round, only once." He says. I grunt, "Ugh, okay that's fair." We both simultaneously battle, "ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, SHOOT!" I ended up being defeated.
"Oh and what a surprise, I lost rock to paper." I complain sarcastically.
He laughs and shakes his hips again while taking his shots.
Now I had nothing, no music, no alcohol, no blunts. No sober Damion.
I look around for something to get into and found I wasn't too unlucky. A miscellaneous Dutch blunt was sitting on a coffee table, luckily I never took my weed out of the car.
I walk over to get the blunt, and right before I grab it, thot #2 snatches it up. "Oh, you wanted this?" she smirks,"I'll be happy to give it to you if you'd stop being a body guard for 6 minutes." she folds her arms, looking at Damion, then back at me.
"Not gonna play these games. The blunts cost a dollar, I have a dollar. I'll pay really quick, give them to me." I demand. I hated when people were petty for no reason. I bet she's the type of bitch to smoke these by themselves.
"Tsk. tsk. tsk. Now that's not a way to speak to someone you want something from, huh?" Her breath reeked the smell of beer. She flicks her stale ass weave behind her shoulder, looking at Damion once again.
"Ugh. alright, alright. How about I give you his number instead so that you can talk to him one on one when he's not gobbling shots. You'll have a better chance that way."
I sigh, putting a hand on my hip. Playing smart will get her out of my face faster.
Her eyes lit up with joy as she shoves both the blunt and her phone into my chest. "Really?! I've always wanted him since middle school days, but he found out I was talking to some other n*ggas and..." she explains her whole life story to me.
My eyes widen with annoyance as I type the suicide hotline into her contacts under Damion's name. She needs to get her life. "You get em, girl." I wink at her, and start walking over to Damion, who was in the midst of pouring his third cup of Hennessy.
"We gotta go, like now. I'll explain later." Before he can say anything I grab his arm, dragging him out of the house party. What a huge disappointment.
