"And then she fucking asked me for my number, dude! So we've been talking for a while now and she's so cool."
"That's dope! Is she hot though?"
"Hell yes she is. I swear I got a boner the first time I saw her."
"Damn. Well shit now I gotta meet this chick. We should throw a party or some shit."
"Alright but not at my house, my ma would kill me"
***
Yo are you free like tomorrow night?
Ya I think so, why?
Well my boy is throwing a party and I was wondering if you wanted to come. You can bring friends and shit.
Ya sure. Just know I'm not gonna be your babysitter.
Nah of course not
***
(lol)
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People just keep coming in through the door and piling into the house.
How many people did we fucking invite?
I honestly couldn't care less, it's not my house. Besides, my mind is on (Y/N) and (Y/N) only. Me and my boys are chilling on the couch with beers and shit waiting for my girl to pull up. No, she's not my girl. Not yet at least.
"Yo Pete!" Deshawn nods his head toward a girl from school named Avery I think.
"Ya she's hot" I tell him just to get him off my back.
Where the fuck is she
I inhale the smoke from the joint we are passing around, making me feel a little calmer. I keep staring at the door hoping she actually shows up. I try not to be too obvious but it's no use.
"Pete just chill man, I'm sure she's doing her makeup or whatever the fuck girls do-"
"There she is!" I try not to yell.
There is a collective grunt of "she's hot" and "damn Pete" as the group sees her. Thankfully she hasn't noticed us yet so I can just stare at her a little longer. She's taking in the scene: about 50 sweaty teenagers dancing to goosebumps by Travis Scott.
