know how I much I hate house parties,” she stressed, looking out the window of
her friend’s BMW. Ryan DuPont was as social and antisocial as can be. She was a
social butterfly among her friends but to complete strangers, she was
classified as that mean bitch. Either
way, it didn’t faze Ryan because no one checked her on it and even if they did,
what could they say? I don’t like that
you’re not talking to me? If it wasn’t for her best friend Rumi, she
would’ve been under her A.C., in a pair of basketball shorts and sports bra,
catching up on her favorite shows. Instead, she’s wearing a black one -piece
bodysuit with gold gladiator heels.
live in Harlem, this is all we know how to do out here,” Rumi laughed.
hate it,” Ryan huffed.
an outfit like that, I’m sure as hell you’re ready to walk in there and meet
some damn body,” she teased.
girls slowly pulled up to a brownstone, noticing the large group of guys out
front on the stoop and both immediately rolled their eyes simultaneously. It
was like walking through a pack of hungry lions; it was unlikely that they wouldn’t
at the very least try. Rumi found the nearest parking space a few feet away
from the house and parked fixedly before the two of them made sure they each
looked great, exited the car and made their way up towards the brownstone. “How
are you doing, beautiful?” Ryan looked to the side as soon as she heard those
words, checking to see who those words were being directed to before faintly
smiling and mumbling a great, thanks for
asking before she kept it pushing.
by my side and don’t you dare think about hooking up with any of these lames,”
Ryan stated, pointing her white nails in her friend’s face.
it’s a party, I’m going to have fun. Let’s go get something to drink and then
we can find Dre,” she insisted. Ryan cut her eyes at her best friend, knowing
that her friend was about to let that thot out tonight. Rumi and Ryan held hands
as they navigated their way through the crowded area, making sure not to get
split this soon. Magnolia blasted throughout the speakers just as the chorus of
the song was being played and naturally, everyone screamed back the lyrics
towards the DJ that was centered towards the back of the room. As soon as Ryan
and Rumi got towards the kitchen, they both sighed out with relief as they
noticed Dre around the drinks, the man of the hour.
birthday, Dre,” Ryan sang, engulfing him in a big bear hug.