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Phone flashlights crowded around me as the music blasted throughout the space. Everything felt as if it were going in slow motion. I feel everything hit me at once and sit back before passing the blunt to the girl next to me. 

"You a pussy."

"Yo' lungs weak."

"Aht Aht. Hit that bih one more time for tha snap!"

Everyone was talking but I'd be dammed if I understood anything. I start tweaking and begin to laugh at everything. I flip my hair to one side and unlock my phone. Logging straight onto Snapchat to see how my ass was looking.

"Bitch. You look gone asf."

I turn to my friend and laugh, going back to my snapchat to see for myself. Once the camera loaded I saw that my eyes were barely open. Whatever part of the eye you could see was red as hell and them bitches were heavy too.

I record a cute lil' snap. Singing along to the music and making faces to the camera lens. 

"Hmm. Take this bih from me chile."

I look at my friend and see here holding half a blunt left.

"Mmm. Khalia can't handle this shit no more but ima' hit it one more time for tha snap." I say, speaking in the third and first person.

"That's my girl."

I hold my camera at an angle I know looks good and hit it a couple times, recording myself French inhaling the smoke and lip syncing to NBA Youngboy.

"Damn i'm fye." I mumble, before adding some text and posting it to my private story.

"When you gon' pass the blunt damn." I hear someone say.

It was a big ass smoke circle with a whole bunch of niggas and bitches I didn't know at this party. IT was my friend's friend birthday and I was invited by her. The area was packed, smelt of weed and alcohol. Everyone was either sitting, grinding on each other or talking about some weird shit.

Turning my head I look to see a guy I'd never seen before. Me and my girlfriend go to a Christian Academy but I'd never seen him around the area or in my highschool.

"My fault." I say, reaching my arm out to hand it to him.

"You good. Where you from?" He asks.

"Here. I ain' never seen you around so where you from?" I ask laughing.

He chuckles, "Ion go to school here..."

My eyebrows scrunch up, "Why you here then?"

"I go to an alternative school mane." He says, looking down as he ashes the blunt before handing it to another nigga.

I nod my head and flip my hair to the side before taking a sip of my water.

"Cottonmouth be a bitch forreal." He says.

"'Specially when it's some gas..." I reply in between taking sips of my drink.

We share a laugh and continue a cool conversation until we're ready to go.

~

"You ready to dip?" My friend asks me.

I nod and stand up, grabbing my phone, purse and drink off the couch we were all on.

"You ain' never told me ya name..." He says.

"Khalia...yours?"

"Jalen....ima catch you around, word?"

I dap him up and smile before turning around and heading out of the back door that we came in.