...the start to yall relationship (pt.1)
woddywicch🏁💙
Your fake ass friends dragged you to a party filled with niggas even though you didn't want to go.
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I made my way through the party, following behind my friends. "Yo, something wrong with my phone." A mans voice said from behind me as he grabbed my arm to keep me from walking away. Automatic turnoff. Please do not grab me without permission, I might get disrespectful.
"Bitch do it look like I work at Apple? Fuck outta my face." I said. I already knew where this was going. He was gon say your number ain't in it.
Once I turned back around, I noticed my 'friends' were gone. I sighed as I moved to the least crowded part of this medium sized venue. "Should take my ass home." I mumbled to myself. I was very uncomfortable. It was about 50 people in here and about 15 of them were girls.
I took a seat and grabbed a backwood & eighth out of my purse, knowing it'll help me relax some. "Excuse me." I heard someone say.
"Oh my bad." I said when I realized he was trying to put his phone on the charger. I quickly moved out of his way. After he got himself situated, I attempted to roll up. I was pretty bad at it because I rarely had to roll up. When you're pretty niggas roll for you.
I heard a laugh come from beside me. "Damn ma, you struggling." The guy said from beside me.
I laughed as I shook my head. "Man, I don't ever roll myself up."
"Oh you one of them?" He asked.
"Yup." I said proudly. "I use my pretty privilege whenever I can because I can't roll for shit."
"Pretty privilege?" He asked as I noticed him check me out.
"Yea." I nodded. "Hopefully I can use it right now so I can smoke."
He chuckled before shaking his head. "Come on, let me help you out."
VonFromDa⭕️♥️