There I sat, on my vanity chair as Darajah braided my curly locs into all back cornrows. It happened that even with all my persistence Darajah still found a way to convince me into leaving the house for that 'lil' birthday house party of hers with a trip to this new soul food restaurant that was recently opened.

I winced when she held the last braid a little too tight. "Owww! I told you I could have just used the hot iron to straighten my hair—"

"Shush it, lemme work these hands. 'Bad bitches' don't just happen easy, I'm tryna' make you look like Tay would do Ari." I rolled my eyes at her and continued to pout. Who are those people even?

Soon, she placed a wig cap over the cornrows and applied light foundation on it after spraying glue and all that. I couldn't even raise my brows without feeling a tightness on my hairline, it was uncomfortable!

Rajah took out the blonde wig she dyed again and straightened; it was lengthened than 30 inches or so it looked, and she started installing it on. I had my eyes fixated on this novel by Wahida Clark that Darajah brought for me to keep me from complaining much while she worked and to say I was intrigued was the least to say. The plot had me interested and the steamy parts weren't something I was used to but it was so detailed and well put together that I could feel the lustrous message it was passing.

I felt her wrap some material around the wig in the front after applying some gel and I had to shut the book for her to start on the makeup. She instructed that I shut my eyes all through the 'caking' process and I did, when I opened them again I was intrigued at the person staring back at me in the mirror.

"Day, I look so pretty," I smiled widely still staring at my reflection making her smile as well.

"That means you like it and I'm glad. Lord knows I woulda' ignored you and dragged your ass outta here with or without you fuckin' with the look." I just laughed because if I knew Darajah well enough, she was always true to her words.

I touched the human hair and felt the nice texture, it must have cost much. "Day, how much is the hair?"

She poked me in the cheek lightly with her pointer finger and made a face at me in the mirror, "Don't ever ask me that type of question and make me snatch this wig off yo' head knowing imma have to install it back again and we got like few more minutes to get dressed... damn we almost late, come on and try out this outfit."

Okay, so there went my answer.

'I like girls who like girls (Ooh)

Kissing on her friend off white, girl (Off white)

And she 23 like Michael

I like girls who like girls (Yeah)

Yeah, I like (Yeah)

I like girls who like girls (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I like (Ooh)

I like girls who like girls'

And that was when I knew I should have stayed in my house even if my not-so-favorite cousin would be arriving any moment from that evening. Darajah and I just arrived at the 'lil birthday party' at some luxurious house that looked like one of those mansions owned by Chris Brown specially for throwing mass parties.

There was a custom pool that would be wide enough to accommodate a little more than fifty people at once if I'm not exaggerating or talking less on it. Then ahead of it was an outdoor lounge seating with fire pit and that was where the bar seemed to be lodged at with lots of people surrounding it clearly smoking and unwinding with drinks.

I was starting to feel queasy about the environment and my self in general. Instinctively, I tugged down the hem of the top and skirt of the rose gold sequin mini skirt set Darajah had me wear. At first, before we left my place I was feeling a little motivated and buoyant enough to show out how I looked but when I started seeing as many people as I did, good looking guys and girls that dressed like they made their way fresh off the runway, I immediately felt underdressed and realized how unprepared I was.

Darajah sensed my energy depreciate and she nudged my arm slightly with hers, "What's wrong sweetie? I'm sorry if you're feeling uncomfortable, Joseph forreal didn't tell me there'd be these much people attending."

"It's fine but you should've allowed me wear my Aaliyah shirt and pants instead of these, I don't feel myself right now." I explained in the best way I could so not to seem ungrateful.

"You'll be fine and I'll try to be with you till we leave." Try? Oh well, I regretted not bringing my phone along because my Lyft would've been pulled fifteen minutes after she made that statement.

I sighed, "It's fine. Can we please get somewhere to sit cause my feet hurt already." Wedges not pumps and it was still a bother because my crocs and slides will always be bae.

"Yeah, but let's introduce you come on."

was already in full swing and shit was bumpin' an hour after the crew arrived. I buckled my belt after this shawty from some college– like she said, slurped my shit like it was her major.

She stuck out her tongue and it was empty so she swallowed but i'on care. I couldn't even remember her name without searching my brain so I ain't even bother. "I'm your biggest fan YB, I love you so much words can't even explain how much."

I squinted at her still kneeling before me and holding onto my thighs. I nodded with a hum and asked, "What's yo' favorite song off of Top?"

Her eyes widened a bit and she struggled to think before answering, "Umm, Valuable Pay?"

"Nah it's Go Pay," I chuckled loudly, "You a clown and yeen gotta try much, Iyanla."

I walked out of the guest bathroom upstairs in time to hear her yell, "It's Lulan for the fifth time tonight!" Before I went down the stairs. I collapsed on the couch along with some of my friends; Ben and Joseph, the birthday nigga— one year dummer.

"Where you been?" Ben asked when I motioned for the weed between his two fingers to be passed.

I took two hits and drank some of the lean in Joe's double cup and sighed, "Getting head and minding mines. Wait where the birthday cake at."

"Now Top say we gotta have a cake on a birthday? Who still does that?" Joe barked out a laugh and snorted.

"Nigga so gone don't make no sense."

"What he said." Ben seconded.

We were laid back on the couch, passing the nearly roach blunt between Ben and myself while I scrolled through my IG explore page since I followed nobody, I found it weird to have my timeline filled with too many 'new posts'. Joseph's cousin, Darajah and her 'I'm on loudspeaker' voice came through from the front door interrupting our moment.

"Happy birthday cuzzo! Wassup y'all!" Darajah straddled Joseph who was staring at her with barely opened eyes as she kissed all over his face. Their whole cousin relationship be making me question if they never fucked sometimes. "Damn, he gone, y'all think he still remember it's his birthday."

Ben shrugged and licked his lips, "But I know it ain't my birthday but I'm damn sure what I'd like to have for a present." I lifted my head to see what he was checking out at threshold like that and there stood the girl from the supermarket.

Damn, she was working the fuck outta the mini skirt set she had on and the lil makeup and hair made her look even more grown. Her body looked so right and natural, I could only what her soft skin would feel like under my touch. And those thick ass thighs I wanted to grab and smack so bad while she let me drown between them.

"Benjamin stop fuckin' my friend with your eyes, come on inside Maeve, y'all meet my friend and sweetheart Maevey-Maeve. Maeve this is Benjamin or Ben10 and that's YB or Top whichever he wanna be called." Darajah smiled holding onto the Blasian. Darajah wasn't friendly in any way so for her to be all nice with shawty then she must be special. "Trell you ain't said nothing to my friend yet."

I powered my phone screen off and placed it beside me before replying, "We already met and ain't seem to know who I was. I'm Youngboy but call me Kentrell." I kept my gaze on her intensely making her shift in her spot.

"I'm Maeve nice meeting you again." Proper ass. I chuckled.

"Really? Where y'all met?"

"At the supermarket." Maeve and I answered in unison to Darajah.

"Ard, then I can steal Ben for a minute. Kentrell look after her and don't be a perv I'll be right back!" She dragged Ben towards the kitchen leaving a passed out Joe and myself with her friend behind.

Maeve stood there looking outta place and tugging at her skirt lower— ain't she the one who picked it out in the first place, I thought but shit I liked the view of her squirm so I wanted to see how much she could take. I patted the spot next to me and said, "Come sit."

She thought for a second before walking over slowly to sit farther but I grabbed her by the waist and closed the distance and her sweet fruity perfume smacked me squarely in the face making me wanna eat her whole right there. I felt her tense up a bit so I said, "Relax, mama I won't bite if you don't ask."

"Um, okay but why do we have to sit this close?" She blushed.

"Cuz we can tha fuck!" I chuckled sipping from the nearly empty double cup.

"You know Kayden actually said the same thing when I spoke to him in the supermarket." Maeve smiled a bit.

"He a badass lil boy amongst his brothers he got my character the most."

"You have more kids?"

"Yeah, three of 'em boys, I got no baby girl yet. But I know who gon' give her to me though." I whispered directly into her ear after placing her hair behind it. "Wanna know who she is?"

Her breathing quickened as she placed her small hand over mine that was rested on her lap and gripping it as she squeezed her thighs together. I smiled sideways and took in her body, shit was soft and smooth as fuck. Grabbing her chin, I softly brought her face to mine and our eyes met, she was breathing loud and heavy by then but I figured it was just her being nervous so I leaned closer but before we could do anything her body went pale and she dropped in my arms...she passed out.

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