Protector.

19.

Wynter.

Today 3 wanted to have a party at his house. I really didn't want to go because I knew Kentrell would be there, he was the last nigga I wanted to see. I even stopped watching his story cause all he did was talk shit and throw slugs towards me about how bitches ain't shit and saying how irrelevant I was. But I had Anastasia going with me, I knew all too well she was protective of me. Even though we didn't talk everyday I truly considered her as my best friend.

"Is you ready?" She asked coming up the steps.

I nodded my head looking back at her, she had on a red biker shorts with a matching bandage top with sneakers on. I had on a black lace body suit with leather pants and some heels. I looked sexy to be truthful, maybe it was a bit too much for a simple house party. "Damn girl you look fly as hell," she admitted coming over to put on some of my lip gloss.

"Thanks you too but do you think Ben is cute?" I wondered.

She laughed, "yes he is he's just annoying as fuck always clinging to me and worried about what I'm doing."

I nodded my head, "Kentrell's like that too." Honestly I was only asking because he told me he had a liking to her and he wanted her opinion on him. He acted like he couldn't do it himself when he was a grown ass man which I found crazy.

"Well let's go," I mumbled.

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I opened the door and saw the house was filled with people all over the place. "Oh my God," I mumbled not realizing how popular 3 was. Well I was sure all of them played a big part in this turn out. "Sis!" A voice shouted and I looked over, it was the guys although i didn't see Kentrell anywhere in sight.

"Damn," Ben mumbled at Stasia's attire. I nudged him gently so he'd know to compliment her respectfully.

"You look good," he commented.

She smiled, "you too."

He cheesed from ear to ear, "oh this old thang," he pointed at his attire.

I decided to walk off and get me a drink. I entered the kitchen and said hello to some people who knew me from being around the guys especially Kentrell. I saw there were dozens of bottles of alcohol on the island. I grabbed a red cup and poured a bit of Hennessy in it. It was just enough to get a buzz out of me. I was going to pour Anastasia some but that would be the perfect opportunity for Ben to get some privacy with her. You know? One on one conversation.

I made my way back over to them.

"Real ass bitch give a fuck bout a nigga," the music boomed.

I couldn't help myself but to scream the lyrics, my body started to have the urge to dance. I bent over and started twerking skillfully to the erratic beat. One hand on my knee and the other around the rim of my cup. "Go best friend," Stasia cheered causing me to laugh.

I stopped while going into a fit of laughter. I cheesed as 3 started making a snap of me, I stuck up my long manicured fingernail with checkerboard all over it. "C'mere let's take some mo," he directed. I got closer to him and took his phone, deciding to play with filters. I took several pictures of me then we took a few more together. I looked over seeing someone making their way to our direction.

"Bet nah give me my shit," 3 demanded causing me to laugh and hand him his phone at the same time.

"Where's Kentrell?" I wondered.

"He right behind you," KD mumbled sipping from his cup.

I turned around to see him standing there with a blunt between his finger tips. He didn't even bother greeting me as if I was invisible to him. That was fine by me truthfully. "Wassup," he said to them. I took a seat on the couch and just listened in on their conversations as they talked amongst themselves. "Her ass is fat," BabyJoe commented on a girl walking past. "Nigga no," Kentrell spat with a sour look on his face. "Boy what?" BabyJoe replied with laughter, "yes it is."