𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂, 𝐁.𝐄.

𝐈𝐈𝐈.

春藥
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.
𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 : tell me - groove theory
" you're the first one, to make, me feel like this "

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𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀,

"You must know how to hold ya own with folks or somethin'," Billie spoke randomly after we had pulled off from that house.

I glanced over to her, watching her movements as she drove; one hand on the top of the steering wheel and the other resting on the gearshift. Her legs remained man spread, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at how fine she looked just doing a simple ass task.

Sexy for no reason.

"And what makes you think that?" I asked curiously, wondering what the hell she was talking about. "You for real kidnapping me?" I joked.

She darted her tongue out, wetting her bottom lip as she took a sharp right back onto the main road. "Nah, I'm just sayin' cuz you like getting into cars with just anybody."

"Oh, and you're just anybody?"

"To you, most definitely," She laughed, a smirk playing on her lips.

I scrunched my face up, giving her the side-eye. Why she gotta be so god damn rude? Like she has a point but she ain't even have to say all that. "Mmcht."

I stayed quiet after that, even though I wanted to be nosey and ask more questions like, how old she is, and where the fuck she taking us to, but instead I just lip-sync the words to the music she got playing.

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later that night...

"So where the hell did you and Billie go?" Brea asked me, once we'd arrived back at the party, (barely even a party), and I took her back to my house. I sighed, fiddling with the loose string from my shirt.

"Girl, I should be asking you the same thing," I said, referring to her and Amir disappearing for almost three hours. She just rolled her eyes.

"I'll tell you after, just let me know what happened with Billie," she smirked goofily, nudging me on my shoulder. I nudged her back, not being able to contain the smile that came to my face when I heard her name.

I hate myself sometimes.

"Nothing happened really, I just rode with her because I was tired of playing that lame-ass game with Stephen," I explained plainly, holding my knees up to my chest while sitting on my bed.

Brea threw one of my pillows at me, me dodging it just in time. "And? What else, bitch?" She asked, laughing at me. I made a stank face at her because she did not have to do all that but I let it go, further explaining that I found out Billie was basically a drug dealer and that we just vibed in the car until we came back to the house.

Brea continued to let me know that she only does the drug dealing situation when she needs to because she doesn't like that lifestyle and that she's twenty-three.

"So is she single or what?" I asked nonchalantly, scrolling through my phone so it would seem like I didn't care. I need her fine ass in my life immediately.

"Yea she's single, but as I told you earlier, that girl is the definition of a hoe. She has not been in a real relationship in like a year or two," Brea explained to me. "So I wouldn't try to take her too seriously if you're interested in being intimate with her."

I pouted a little at that. I mean I was well aware that she wasn't one to commit because that's what Brea had said, but I was wanting to get to know her better on a deeper level. I shrugged before resting my face on my hand.

"Well, I'm not gonna lie and say I wouldn't wanna fuck with her but I don't know about messing with someone who doesn't like staying committed to one person," I frowned. "I already went through that with 'you know who'."

Brea nodded, coming to sit closer to me. "You never know though, you could be the one to change all that," she said, giving me a toothy smile. I gave her a forced one back, looking back down at my toes.

"Bitch we need to go get out nails and toes done immediately," I said, changing the subject.

"Nah we do need to though because my nail been broken all damn week." Brea chuckled, and I laid down, putting my face into my pillow.

"Well, you know a bitch broke right now, wait for me?" I asked, pouting my lip and laughing afterward. Brea laughed as well, shaking her head.

"Girl you know I'd pay for you."

I smiled at that, blowing her a kiss. "Thank you, bestie."

"Of course, you know I got you India."

"I need a fucking job though," I groaned into my pillow, my hands wrapped around my torso. I could practically hear Brea roll her eyes at my words and before she could speak, I put my hand up. "That does not mean I'm working at that strip club with you."

Brea's been trying to get me to dance at this strip club with her ever since last year, and I just don't see myself doing something like that. Plus, I'm not all that much of a people person.

"Girl, I don't know why you act like there aren't other things to do at the club besides dance," she says, sitting next to my head. I look up from the pillow, curious.

"Like what."

She shrugs, frowning as she picked at her broken nail. "A bartender or something like that?"

That doesn't sound half bad.

"I'll think about it," I responded, laying my head back onto the pillow. At this point, I might just become a fucking stripper.

Ugh, I hate this life.

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