Mahogany Dreams

Three

Mahogany

Diary Entry #2
January 6, 2015
So, this week was horrible—well not horrible, horrible. I'm overreacting. It was awful. But anyway, I didn't get the part after all of those hard auditions. But I guess, I got through it because of a new friend I met. Her name's Indigo, and she's really cool. Doesn't seem like one of those ratchets like back in LA. She was pretty chill and invited me to this model's party. I think her name is Rachel or something... Oh well. I'm at the party right now actually and shouldn't be here writing. I probably look stupid to everyone else, but who cares right? New Mahogany is the cool, don't give a care—kinda— Mahogany. I'm going to enjoy myself. Be back later.
                         Love,
                                 Mahogany ♡

Putting my notebook aside, I take a sip of my gin and sprite. Yeah that's right, I drink. Who doesn't drink after they turn twenty-one?

"Wassup baby?" this deep voice questioned me. I turn my head and see this tall, slim, lightskinned guy with a black Tom Ford blazer, white pants, and cheetah print shoes.

"Um, hi," I looked over his way. "Why are you just sitting here? You should be partying! I mean, this is a party right?" he smiled "And what if I don't want to party?"

"Then I'll have to force you to do so." I chuckled. "Since I don't like to be forced to do anything, I think I'll head over to my friend Indigo." As I started to walk away he gently grabbed my wrist.

"Why dance with her when you can dance with me?" he smirked. "How do I know you can dance? For all I know you can look like a retarded seahorse." He laughed.

"Nah, I'm actually pretty smooth on my feet. But, I don't think you're worthy of my skills," he stated straightening out his black blazer.

"Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid so,"

"Show me what you've got then." I folded my arms. His face lit up and his small smirk turned into a large grin.

"The dance floor is this way."

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Coming back from the dance floor, I sat in a booth on the side of him.

"I'm sorry, what's your name again? I totally forgot over seeing that you actually can dance a little." I looked at him. "Its Caleb, and a little is an understatement!" He wiped away a little sweat that was falling from his forehead. "So..." I stretched the word so.

"I heard you say when we were dancing that you just moved here," he started. "What made you want to move here?"

"I was a struggling actress in LA and nothing was really working out there, and there was also some stuff I had to get away from, so yeah." I played with my fingers. He nodded.

"Want anything to drink?" He asked. "Sprite with lemon would be cool." "I gotcha."

As he walked over to the bar, I felt my phone vibrate in my black clutch.

Mom: I miss you so much. Are you ok?

I mentally rolled my eyes and locked my phone once again. Looking up, I see Caleb and this girl talking. She has on a shash with the words Birthday Bitch on it, so I'm guessing it's her party.

Just as I was about to approach her to speak she grabbed Caleb's face and smashed her lips against his.
This nigga has the nerve to flirt with me and he has a girlfriend? Bull fucking shit!