chapter 1

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Asia's pov:
"Bitch get yo fat ass up now! Asia I'm talking to you hoe wake uppp. We gotta get ready babes wake the fuck up," my bestfriend Amariah was yelling at me.
I open my eyes to her face at least 6 inches away from mine. This bitch was fuming. I couldn't help but burst out into laughter. "Riah chill babe imma get up just give me two seconds," i said still laughing.
I was confused at first Riah never wakes me up I'm usually the one dragging her out of her bed especially for school.
Then I remembered it. We were going to LilBaby and Dababy's concert. When I tell you this girl is obsessed with DaBaby she's obsessed obsessed like so obsessed that she's got a printed out photo of him in her bathroom so she can stare at him while she showers.

I grabbed my phone from my nightstand to check the time. It was bloody nine in the morning. THIS GIRL REALLY WOKE ME UP AT NINE FOR A CONCERT THAT STARTS AT 5?? oh hell naw she dead. "AMARIAH JEROME WILLIS SAY YOU SWEAR YOU DIDN'T JUST WAKE ME UP AT NINE WHEN WE'RE LEAVING THE HOUSE AT THREE?"
"I swear man, remember last night you told me to wake you up at nine so we can go pick up your order from sephora and you promised me if i didn't forget to wake you up you'll get me a starbucks breakfast," she replied calmly.
"Oh true, shit i did say that, sorry babes I'm just forgetting a lotta shit this morning,"i said.
"Stop getting all sensitive and shit and hurry yo ass up I'm hungry hoe," said Riah pouting. This bitch already back to her mean ass self.
We were both ready and decided to leave the house.

 We were both ready and decided to leave the house

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I wore this.

Amariah wore this

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Amariah wore this.
We both hopped into my car and zoomed off to the mall. It was already ten o'clock.

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