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Whole lotta money in my hand I'm walking straight to the bank All about bands Walk through and I do my dance So them other girls don't stand a chance
The song blared through the speakers, bass shaking the house as we stepped into the party. It was my second week at University College London and Emaani insisted on dragging me to every motive she could find. I'm not much of a party gyal, but I figured I didn't have anything else to do, and I've gotten so tired of studying every day.
"You deserve a break!" she shouted back at me, pulling on my arm and guiding me through the suffocating crowd. In my mind, I knew she was right, but I didn't want to admit it in case I didn't end up having fun. That way I could still say I told you so.
We stepped into the kitchen which was less packed considering everyone was out dancing. I turned to grab a drink and by the time I turned back around E was gone. Rolling my eyes I took a sip from my cup and leaned against the counter. There were a few people in the kitchen with me, most of them coupled up, and those who weren't were already in conversation. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling aimlessly, already not having the best time; I love E, but she can be quite scatter brained, and its just like her to leave me at a party I don't really wanna be at.
Just as I was gearing up to make my exit, a very pretty girl came and grabbed a drink from beside me. She was wearing a very pretty bubblegum pink bodycon dress that perfectly complimented her dark chocolate skin. Her hair was in neat beach waves, her edges were laid, and she smelled like cocoa butter and happiness. I smiled over at her and she returned my smile through pearly white teeth.
"What are you drinking?" I asked her, gesturing at her cup.
"You know I couldn't even tell you," she said chuckling. "I think its a strawberry daquiri. What about yours?"
"I wish I knew. I just came in here and picked it up."
"Seems kind of dangerous innit?"
"Very much so, but I do like to live dangerously," I joked, winking at her.
"Well Ms. Dangerous, I guess you have no problem sharing your name with a complete stranger?"
"Not when the stranger's pretty I don't. My name is Malaika, and yours?"
"Nice to meet you Malaika, I'm Madison, but my friends call me Madi," she said, extending her hand. "Peng ting called Madison, tell her come jump in my Adison," I sung grinning and shaking her hand. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in exaggerated frustration.
"You have no idea how often I hear that one."
"I can't imagine its rare."
"Its not. And its old."
"I'm so sorry. I promise I'm not like these other negros."
"I forgive you but only this once," She said unfolding her arms and smiling at me. "So where are you from Malaika. I can tell you ain't from here."
"What gave it away?" I chuckled, exaggerating my American Midwest accent. "I'm from Chicago, but I was born in Jamaica. We moved to America when I was two, so I don't remember much, but mi cyan mek one piece a rice and peas innuh. What about you?"
"My parents are from Nija, but me and my brothers were all born here. I can't cook a thing to save my life, but my brother Samir? I would commit a murder for a grain of his rice." We both laughed and sipped our drinks for a moment, enjoying the music and each other's company.
After a song or two, she asked, "So wait, what are you doing round these ends? Peckham is a long way from Chicago." I explained to her how I was doing a study abroad semester at UCL and we talked for some time about school and life. After a while Emaani made her way back into the kitchen with a man on her arm, or rather she was clinging onto him for dear life, clearly having had too much to drink.
"Maaal, come dance with me," she slurred, reaching for me and almost tipping over. I grabbed her before she fell, no help from whatever guy she'd brought with her. "Emaani, I think maybe you should sit down," I said straightening her up and looking her over with concern. "Malaika don't be a dickhead. I'm fine let's go dance," she snapped taking my hand and starting toward the door. I turned to Madi and looked at her apologetically. "Would you like to come dance with us?" I asked. She looked from me to Emaani and made a face. "She's not this bad normally, I promise," I called as she dragged me outside. Madi set down her drink and interlocked her arm in mine. "Just to be clear I'm only coming cause I think you need saving."
I grinned as we stepped onto the dancefloor as "Ride or Die" by our queen Meg started to play. Madison and I started shouting the words to each other and dancing having a good time. When the chorus started, I bent over and started twerking and whining, and Madi came up behind me on some controlla type tings. We were singing and moving, and I was finally having the fun I came to have when I suddenly felt Madi wasn't behind me anymore. I stood up and turned around and saw she was having a frustrated discussion with the man Emaani was with earlier. "Everything cool?" I asked when I saw he was leering at her and she looked quite upset. "Nah. Man was trynna push up on me and I tried to tell him I don't like that shit, but he seems a little thick." She emphasized the last word by poking a manicured nail into his chest.
"Ey bitch. I don't know who you think you're touching but its not me." He moved to step to her and I got in between them. "Oh you think you're bad?" He looked down at me and sent me a disgusting smile that made my skin crawl. I don't like confrontation, and it's not worth it to even go there with some renk man, so I didn't say anything, but I didn't back down either. He took that as invitation to bend down and whisper in my ear, "I'll blow both your backs and leave you on the side of the road where rude bitches like you belong."
With that I shoved him off me and turned to guide Madi and Emaani as far away from him as possible, but as soon as my back was turned I felt a sharp pain shoot through my scalp and realized this nigga had his hands in my hair.
———————— What it do baybeeeee! How's it going ummm welcome to my first ever story! I'm kind of obsessed with urban British culture and so I decided I'd write a story about it.
I am no expert so my b if it sucks. Anyways ok hope you like her, hope you have fun!
