ADDICTED

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                                                                               October 27th, 2024

                                                                                          Liyah

                                                                                          3:02 AM

I woke up with a stuffed nose, dry throat, and sweaty back. My phone wasn't on the charger on my nightstand like it usually was, so I knew it had to be somewhere in my bed. After several minutes of searching, I finally found it. Looking at the time I realized it was 3 AM.

After putting my phone on the charger, I opened Instagram seeing no new messages like usual. However, I peeped that my whole friend group had stories posted. I clicked on one of them and it looked like she was at a party. I didn't pay it much mind until I swiped to the next story and saw what looked like the same exact party. I then swiped through the rest of their stories seeing that they all had went to a party without me. They didn't even invite me or nothing. I was hurt but not surprised. They always excluded me. I had no idea why they seemed to hate me so much. The only one that didn't go was my best friend, Kiara.

Kiara and I have been locked in since 6th grade. No matter how many friend groups we've been in, the two of us have never fallen out. No matter how alone I've felt, I know I can always go to her. She's the only person I've been truly close to since we graduated this year.

I knew about the party, it was the biggest Halloween party in Atlanta, everyone knew about it, but no one in my "friend group" had even mentioned going. I already knew what the excuse would be, "oh girl we didn't know if you wanted to go, we thought you might already have plans.." It was the same dumb excuse every time, but like I said, I wasn't surprised. I had been 3 weeks sober from smoking, I've been saying I'm gonna quit for the longest, but at this point all I wanted was a fat blunt.

I struggled out of bed, put on my "nobody gon see me" fit, and grabbed my keys as I exited my parents' house. I got into my car and drove to the nearest Gas Station to buy some backwoods. I got there and exited my Honda Civic that was gifted to me as a graduation present.

I then noticed a large group of men surrounding an all-black hellcat, which was blasting "So Loud – Lil Tony Official."  There were a couple of other cars surrounding the hellcat. All the men were wearing ultra skinny jeans and graphic tees, despite how chilly it was at this time of night. I lived on the Eastside of Atlanta, so it wasn't surprising that there was a group of hood dudes loitering in front of a gas station.

Instantly regretting my outfit choice, I speed walked into the gas station. I only came here to get some backwoods, but I know how bad my munchies get after smoking and I know for sure there's no food at the house, so I grabbed a box of sour patch and a coke zero and went to the register. After buying everything I needed, I exited the store and began walking to my car.

As I was walking to my car, I heard a male voice saying "Yooo." I ignored it and kept walking to my car, not knowing if they were talking to me or not. I then heard the same voice say " Yooo girl with the box braids!"

 Cringing at the fact that he called my knotless braids "box braids," I realized he was trying to get my attention, seeing as I was the only other person around with braids. I looked in the direction where I saw the men standing a couple minutes ago, and one of them was looking at me beckoning me to come over.

Should I have ignored him? Definitely, but I feared what might happen if I did, some of these dudes really be crazy. I took a couple of steps towards them, now all of them were looking at me. "Why does my stomach hurt all of a sudden?" I thought to myself.

"You look good ah hell shawty." A young man wearing Purple jeans and a Hellstar shirt stated. I looked down at the My Hero Academia shirt I was wearing and sighed. Niggas will say anything to get that instagram. 

"Thank you." I said flatly. I heard a couple whispers and chuckles coming from the other boys standing around, to which I just side eyed, praying for this interaction to end soon. "I can get yo instagram?" He asked. He gave me his phone and I reluctantly typed in my instagram. After giving him his phone back, we exchanged a few more forced words, and I was finally free to go back to my car. I walked to my car, got inside, and began to go home.

                                                                                         

                         3:32 AM

I finally got back home, left the snacks I bought in my room, and went through the back door to smoke on the porch. Whenever I smoked, it was like an immediate weight off my shoulders. 

All the thoughts of "why don't they ever include me?" "Why doesn't anyone take me serious?" "Why am I unlovable?" leave my mind. I wanted to play some music before I finished my blunt. Skipping past the instagram notification I saw, which was probably just the dude from the gas station following me, I opened spotify and clicked on my "leaf" playlist. The first song that played was "Givenchy - Young Thug."

                                                                                        3:41 AM

I finally finished my blunt and headed back into the house. I got back in bed, opening my box of sour patch and eating a couple. I was bored and high so I decided to see if Kiara was awake.

                                                                                           Ki💞  

Liyah:  Kiaraaaaa

Kiara: girl what are you doing up so late

Liyah:  I just got done smoking suh

Kiara: dude its 3am

fuckin fien😒

Liyah: LMAOOOOOO

Why you ain go to the party with Armani 'nem?

Kiara: girl that lame ass party

plus I'm at my man house right now this is more important😜

Liyah: omg you always with that man

Kiara: and is

Liyah: alright well ima gon head and go to sleep

Kiara: okayy goodnight suh

Liyah: goodnightt

Once I finished texting Kiara, I put my phone on the charger and went into my weed coma.

                                                                                           11:23 AM 

I woke up this morning to another instagram notification. It was a text from "@mrhopoutwitdracandsendemdownbelow" Gulp. 

I clicked on the profile and saw that it was the dude from the gas station last night. I went back to the dm he sent me. 

"yoo me and my hbs throwin a party tn, you gon pop up?"

to be continued🤫

Heyy guys, so this is my first ever wattpad story! I really hope yall enjoy cause im pretty bored and will be updating this story often. (p.s, don't worry, the dude from the gas station is not the love interest)

I know this story seems kinda fast paced at the moment, so would yall rather this be a slow burn or should I keep it fast paced? Let me know!