💦Mind Of Poseidon 🖤

Chapter 6- Alexandria's POV

Music blasted loudly as I managed to make my way to the kitchen. Ya bitch needed a drank! I know my plan was to leave here stumbling, and I had to start somewhere right?

At the table in the kitchen, there were cups labeled ‘single’ in pink, ‘taken’ in blue,  ‘complicated’ in yellow, and ‘not interested’ in purple. I grabbed a purple cup and looked around for any alcohol. There was a boy with a full bottle of vodka tilted up to his mouth, I walked over to him and snatched it from his lips, he started to complain-

“Thank you,” I rolled my eyes and filled my cup, then shoved the bottle at his chest. He grabbed it quickly and gave me a rude stare. I; however, stepped away, tilting my cup up to my mouth.

Someone tapped my shoulder, and I winced at the taste, but I managed to keep it in my mouth. “Mmm,” I hummed at whoever tapped me, turning around to see.

It was that Zion kid, the one with the raggedy faded brown dreads that seriously needed a retwist...I mean, his hair was begging. But he wasn’t ugly at least, he had real nice eyebrows, nice nose, plump ass lips, and he had beautiful skin. Uggh- I almost geeked over a nigga- oops.

I swallowed my vodka and winced a little before saying anything to him. He looked at me with sexual eyes and a smirk.

“Can I help you with sumn’?”, I rolled my eyes and tilted my head at him.

“Depends,” he smacked his lips then licked them, “I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who can help me get to know you.” He smiled as if his ‘pick-up’ was good.

“Can’t you see the cup I got? And that was ugly,” I scoffed and walked off, continuing to sip on my drink until it was gone...which only meant I’d need another.

“Hey, baby what’s up with you?”, Zion said, as he swooped to my side. I’m guessing he was following me now. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder as I walked.

“You wanna move this shit before I do?,” I pointed at his arm, not making eye contact with him once. “And if you wanna help with sumn, get me anotha drink.”

His hand dropped down to grab mine, and he spun me around towards him, “Lemme get to know you,” his eyes flickered down to my lips as he licked his own again, then he looked back into my eyes.

“Should I just go get my own drink?”, I asked sarcastically, as I pointed in the direction of liquor table. I tried to walk, but he held me in place.

He was persistent, “Gimme 5 minutes of your time. I get your drink, you have to talk to me.”

I looked around for the foolery and laughed, “Is it that deep?”

“Babygirl, you could be like the rest of these girls at the party: irrelevant,” Zion chuckled, wiping the top of his nose.

“If I was so irrelevant, you wouldn’t be following me around this party like a lost puppy,” I squinted my eyes at him.

He rolled his eyes, “Let’s go get yo drink,” he dragged me behind him as we moved through the crowd of people. He poured me and himself a drink but he didn’t hand me mine when I reached for it. I sighed and pouted as he lead the way to a different part of the house, I followed close behind.