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Chapter 2: Hell nah!

**Shawn in the m/m.**

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Smoothing my black scoop neck top and my zebra and floral kinda print pencil skirt on my body I gave myself a look over; really trying to decide was I going to bitch out or not. My makeup and hair have been completed so the only thing left for me to do is to actually go to the party.

Maybe because I know I'm going alone makes this a little weird/awkward for me. I'm tripping. I'm going to that party on the mission to possibly make new friends if I can. Grabbing a buzz bulb I got from Walmart earlier I chugged it for a little boost before heading out. I probably shouldn't have done that, but it only relaxes me not give me a buzz, but I'll be fine. Still it isn't right and I don't condone my actions; I acted without thinking.

Following the gps' directions down a crowded street I had to go all the way down and over a street or two to park. I shut the engine off and gathered my clutch and phone before I got out of the car and locked my doors. I can hear the music blaring clearly from here. Making my way back to the house that contained the party I followed behind a few girls who had the company of men by their side. I felt a little envious and out of place; naturally wrapping my arms around me as much as I could.

It wasn't long before I was standing behind the group while they paid to get in. "You lost or something baby girl?" The guy who was handling funds smirked at me.

"No, erm Big Mike sent me." I informed watching as he looked me up and down. He sucked his teeth in away that made me feel odd like he was plotting something. "Go right in baby girl." He stepped out and held the door open for me.

"Thanks." I muttered stepping pass lightly.

"Damn, that's a ass!" I heard him mutter to himself. Shaking my head I stepped into the vibrations of Three Times In A Row; eyeing the room just to get an observation of my surroundings. While I made my way to a spot on the wall I decided I should let him know I'm here.

Me: I'm here...

1(828)-523-9912: Omw 2 u. Dnt move

Letting out a breath I watched some guys hold the wall up beside me and a few girls twerking like it's magic city in here and they are working hard for their tips. Oddly enough it intrigued me but I didn't stare just occasionally glanced. I know for a fact if I was slimmer and could move like that I'd be out there with them; I'm not judging or hating.

A slight grip formed on my arm causing me to whip my head to the right; it was Mike. "I didn't think you were going to come." He spoke in my ear over the blaring music. "The night is full of surprises." I shrugged my eyes leaving his to a girl doing a twerk move. Each individual cheeked moved in different directions and so did her thighs; how in the blue hell?

"You want something to drink?" He chuckled tearing my gaze away. "Yes." I nodded and he led me into the kitchen. I'm guessing this is where guys were spitting game to girls trying to get them upstairs.

"You want a shot, cooler, or beer?" He listed the options. "I'll take a shot and a cooler." I answered; he seemed surprised but didn't question it. I kept my eyes on his hands as he fixed the shot. I waited until he popped the top off the cooler and handed it to me to down the shot.

Yeen, ain't bout to date rape drug my ass nope.

Downing the shot quickly I passed him back the cup; my face still a little screwed up from the sting. What in the hell was that? I'll admit though it was good! It taste like apple pie. "What was that?" I smacked my lips still tasting the liquor. "Moonshine. We party hard over here baby girl," he chuckled. "You look sexy as hell tonight." He made a move to wrap his arm around me letting his hand rest on my right hip.