"C'mon Y/n," Aaliyah, my main gal whines. "I don't want to go to your stupid ass partyyy," I mean mugg her. She rolls her eyes and drags my weave along with me to my room. "Choose your dress, if not square tf up bitch." she sasses at me and that's when I know she ain't playin. I huff and search through my wardrobe. "I can't find anything," I pretend to be disappointed but she opens my wardrobe and pushes the wall behind the clothes to reveal my secret walk-in drobe. "You ain't fooling no one's ass," she walks out but yells something about looking seductive and it's my turn to roll my eyes. "Bitch isn't getting laid unless I want to," I mutter to myself.
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I did my hair and makeup and growled at Aaliyah when I saw her walking up the stairs. "Nigga don't growl. I promise you'll be on your knees thanking me." she smiles. "Sure," I sarcastically agree with her. I took my keys and off we drove to- "wait, bitch, put in the directions," I sigh realising I have no idea where we are going. She put in the directions along with some songs, "ooo put eat it up by Flo Milli," we gas each other up in the car. "Here," I sigh. "Let's rock the boat," she winks and struts to the door. I realise she's totally ditching me right now. I follow slowly, my body screaming 'I'm a bhaaadiee' but my face says 'get me tf outta here'.
I walk to the kitchen trying to get away from the smell of sweat, drugs, alcohol and vomit. "Not your scene?" I hear but refuse to turn around. I know how this goes, say something that I relate to then fuck, then ghost. I'm not falling for it anymore, "Nah, you?" I say, staring out the humping bodies. "Hell yeah," he chuckles. "Whatchu doing by yourself?" I feel his presence come closer to me. "Tryna avoid horny guys who want to fuck and duck," I say bluntly hoping he'd get the mothafuckin hint. "Yeah, I feel. I'm tryna avoid the hoes. I only seem to attract the ugly clout-chasing ones. But, ma, you wanna turn around and face me? This hella weird," He sniggered a nigga (sorry, sorry). I turn around and damn..... and fuck! I've been sassing ski mask the slump god. My face went from 'that bitch' to 'wtf bitch'. He hella fine tho, he can dick me down any day, not that he'd want to.
I awkwardly laugh and pull my dress down. "H-hi," I shift uncomfortably. He frowns put quickly hides it with a questioning face, "you know?" "Yeah, aha. Hi ski," and I give a slight smile. "Do you want me to go or-" "BBBBBIIIIIIIIITTTTTTCCCCCCCHHHHHHH," I hear a yell behind me and two arms wrap around my shoulders. "Who the fuck are you?" I scold the drunk maniac until "well shit Ski, your girl is a bitch," and let's go and that when its a very high XXXXTentacion. "She's/I'm not my/his girl," we say at the same time awkwardly. "This is weird so imma go, aha," I swallow and tremble, walking away. Their voices dad as I walk away but there is no doubt in my mind they are talking about me."Hey, girl you ready to go, you were right this party is lameee." Aaliyah rolls her eyes and sashays out the door. I turn around and realise Ski and X are staring so I sprint to the car. I'm so fucking awkward.
-During the drive-
"You know what I just realised." "What?" I ask. "You don't smell like sex!" she yells. "I even got hot rappers and you still ain't laid?! What will it take?! Mothafuckin Donald Trump?!" she continues. "Bitch shut tf up," I grimace. Then she goes silent and starts texting a bunch of people.
-After the drive-
"Why is our door open?" And Aaliyah only responds with a smirk. After pulling up to our big ass mansion that I had no part in. "Yoooo, Aaliyah she's mothafuckin hot but so fuckin awkward," I hear Ski say as she walks in. I just know he's talking about me. "She's mothafuckin here," I sass walking in and the boys all put their controllers down and give me a look, a look satin you finna die bitch, but not like they're saying it. No, his face was saying it. "Yo Y/n meet my cousin Stokeley and his weird-ass friends," she laughs. "Cool," I say and saunter off because a bitch is tired and it's 3:38 am.
"Hey bitches, go to sleep!" I hear Aaliyah yell to the guys and they all groan because they didn't finish the game but they know she is not one to mess with. Then i hear them say night to each other and realise they're staying the night.
it was around 5 am and I couldn't sleep so I went to get some water. "You think you funny?" I hear Ski say and my body freezes. He intimidates me. A lot. "No, I am funny bitch," my smart ass replies and his eyes darken. "You know what happens to the bitches who embarrass me in front of people?" He walks closer to me and I back up onto the fridge. The sexual tension growing, I feel it. "Show me," I purr as I push my leg into his crotch making him growl.
