Ghetto Love Birds™ {Princeton Fan-Fiction}

III. The After Party.

{Picture of Summer in the Media Box}

Summer

Me and the girls had cabbed it to the party. You could hear the music blasting, fireworks going off and the ling around the corner. We went right ahead and skipped the line 'cause we're just that bad and got the hook up to do so and of course bitches were mad as always. Now this is what I call a bash. Now I could see why Triple T didn't turn down his invite. Shit was lit. The way it was set up you wouldn't even think this was suppose to be an "End of the School Year" type of party. It looked like a regular club on some fly shit. It looked real official.

Inside there was an open bar, huge dance floor and little booths on the side that were lit with small neon lights and upstairs in the VIP area there were hookah room's. I know Daniel is making some real stacks off of this party, mane. But as he said personal friends were free, so we didn't have to pay for anything out of pocket except our ride.

We walked into a VIP area and sat in one of the small booths.

"Yo this shit is dope!" Mula shouted. "Facts!" We all threw our hands up in agreement.

We ordered some drinks and got a little buzz going.

"Yo where you think Triple T is hiding?" Baby D whispered into my ear. "I don't know girl but keep an eye out for me." I winked. She nodded.

"Triple T?" Mula asked. I nodded. "Y'all know the deal. The only reason I agreed to pull up was for my baby June." I giggled.

"Facts, but this party is lit either way." Chanel shrugged. "True." Baby D agreed.

The girls and I got up and headed out and went to dance on some lucky random nigga's.

We're not all stuck up. Sometimes its cool to just go with the flow, like fuck it and have a good time.

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Now that I was sweating from throwing it back so hard I went to the upstairs bathroom where it seem to be more calm and less crowded to clean myself up. I wiped away my sweat with a wet paper towel and patted myself dry, reapplied some of my lipstick and eyeliner, fluffing up my hair, spraying on a little more perfume.

I wondered out the bathroom and replied back to a few of my side nigga's as I slowly strolled around.

Nigga's I just used for attention or a good time. My side nigga's never got sex, they only got my presence. Which was enough to get me anything I wanted.

Caught up in my texting I felt someone bump into me.

"What the fuck mane?" I mumbled, dropping my iPhone. "Shit, my nigga can't you watch--" I looked up and my eyes met his instantly shutting me up. He took a step back, slowly lowering his precious brown eyes and bringing them back up to mines.

He's never looked at me like this. I-I can't even move. My heart feels like its about to explode. I slowed down my breaths in attempt to calm down my heart rate.

"My fault mami." He picked up my now cracked iPhone and handed it to me. I slowly took it, just staring at him. He stared back, his regular face slowly shifted into a smirk. "Well, ain't this just my luck? Cracking Princess Santiago's iPhone..of all phones to crack." He softly chuckled, over his thick Spanish accent.

I never really heard him talk up close before and it caught me off guard.

"You know who I am?" I asked softly, trying not to seem too surprised but I was. "Of course. I also know your father doesn't play games. So what can I do to make it up to you beautiful?" He lightly licked his lips eyeing me.

All you have to do is freak my shit papi. Right here, right now. No questions asked.

Instead of saying what was really on my mind, I just stared up at him.

No Summer, you gotta pull it together. You've waited way too long for this golden opportunity to just stand here and stare like some creep bitch.

"Take me out." I demanded. "Take you out?" June, questioned lifting up his pierced right brow. I nodded.

"Yo June! What you doing mane?!" He looked in another direction of his boys, then back at me.

"I'll think about it Princess. " He winked at me, causing me to smile. He smirked, walking away as I stood there smiling holding on tightly to my cracked iPhone.

If all I had to do was make the nigga crack my phone to get his attention...I would've done it along time ago.