Triggered: Do Better (Reloaded)

6.'

I hop out of the car quickly burning myself on the seatbelt while trying to grab the three bags of weed Mike brought out of the back seat. I grab the bags and head toward the door. Mike walks straight inside and closes the door behind me as I adjust my pants and make sure my appearance is presentable.

I look up and see it's packed already, and it's only been an hour since the party started.

I wonder what this shit is about to look like by the end of the night, I know everybody ain't even pulled up yet. James got it packed in this bitch, I'm proud of my niggas making this happen.

I'm proud of myself too for my contribution to this shit, which was me showing up.

I might have to duck off outside if it's too hot in this bitch later. One thing I can't stand I drunk people falling around me and being sloppy. So, when everybody is body to body in this house it gets hot too fast, and you'll fuck around and pass out in that bitch. Get trampled if you want to.

I walked through the groups of people, peeking at whoever I engaged with at school, and made my way to get a drink from the kitchen. Before I grab a solo cup, I check the island to see what options I have and settle on Hennessy. I'm not trying to have a night I won't remember. I want to have fun while also being able to get up in the morning and handle business; it's been a long-ass week for me. I fill my cup halfway and take a sip before scanning my surroundings.

I hear Mike's voice blaring through the house as he announces that he will now be taking over the DJ booth.

Motorsport blares through the sound system, and I hear all the girls start screaming and hyping each other up as they race around trying to find something or someone to dance on. I hear loud screaming and see flashlights coming out of nowhere, I turn around to see Shayla grinding up on the side of me and her annoying ass friends loudly hyping her head up. Clearly, they're drunk. Shay seems regular right now; she looks good in this red body suit and those new balances to match her purse. I grabbed her hips and let her dance on me while singing along to the music that ran through my head.

♪ Why would I hop in some beef? (Why?)

When I could just hop in a Porsche?

You heard she, gon' do what, from who? That's not a reliable source.

So tell me, have you seen her? Let me wrap my weave up.

I'm the trap, Selena Dame más gasolina (skrrt) ♪

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As the music plays, everyone sings, drinks are poured, and everyone is laughing and having an amazing night. Every few minutes, groups of people flood in as the bottles are tossed out and new ones are brought in by James; everyone in the house is at least on their third drink of the night, excluding the motherfuckers' taking shots.

Girls are on Snapchat showing off the party, and the new outfits they pulled out for the night. You can just tell by the atmosphere of the room that memories are being made. Michael is taking over the DJ booth for the first half of the party and has made it his mission to get the women up and dancing. He'll worry about the party songs later, when he's already drunk and having fun with his friends. But for now, it was time for the ladies to feel good since that's what makes the party good anyway.

James is catering to the basics of the party, making sure the drinks are out, and secretly ordering food for himself and his friends because it's way too many people to attempt to feed. He decided to order pizza and put it away for later since everyone wanted to go back to Michael's house.

After a few dances and drinks with Shayla, things start getting heated between her and Chris. By this point, Christopher had finished his cup of Hennessy and decided to spark up a blunt, and who knows how many drinks Shayla and her friends had taken so far. Shayla started to get overstimulated and led Chris to one of the rooms in the back so they could have a little privacy. Clearly, they left and have a private party of their own before the real one started when everyone else arrived.