The Season

Party Time

It was my 21st birthday, and of course I was gonna enjoy myself. I invited every junior from the campus and all my friends from outside of college.

We're enjoying the party so far, no body got shot, nobody's fighting, everyone's just drinking and dancing to the music.

"Look at who came." my friend Cameil asks me, -God Damn by Post Malone playing- as I look over to see the sexiest ball player at UNC walking in the club with his boys.

"Damn..." I was lost for words as I came across this 6'5, well dressed, handsome, coily haired piece of chocolate.

"Happy birthday girl." he said taking my hand and kissing it.

I looked over to Cameil, she was just as shocked I was was. I couldn't believe Martin Jones, the star player and captain of the basketball team, was at my party!

"Thank you..." I said quietly as he rubbed his thumb on the skin on the back of my hand.

All I could do was look down in shyness. I was blushing so hard right now.

"No seniors were invited mister," Cameil said to him.

"I'm no ordinary senior, miss." and with that he winked and me, and slowly let go of my hand, giving it back to me.

His boys were all over Cameil, and to be frank, I don't blame them. She's so beautiful and has an amazing body.

Me and Cameil have been friends since our freshman year here. We both had free rides on basketball scholarships, and trust me, we could ball.

"How did he know it was my birthday?" I asked Cameil.

"Girl I told him," she said as if it was no big deal.

"Cameil!" I slightly yelled at her.

She knows I've been eyeing him. Because shit, he is eye candy. But I didn't know she would've actually talked to him. And about me! Cameil is the, "if I want it I'll get it" type girl. Me? Nah. I'm more of the, "if you're feeling the kid, that's cool," kinda girl.

I'm not really the relationship type, but Martin, hmm. That boy makes me feel many things. And I happen to find myself picking up my chin, when I watch him play ball. His every movement is swift, smooth, and cautious.

"You know you wanted him to show up! Don't act all innocent. Witcho dirty thoughts, I seen ya nasty self drooling every time he walks onto the court."

She had a point, I was hoping he'd show up. The sad thing is, I didn't have the guts to ask him to come or tell him it was my birthday.

"You know I'm right.. You thirsty ?"

"Yeah girl, lets get white boy drunk!"

And with that we went and took shots, played beer pong, Jell-O shots, titty shots, and then had another drink for the toast of me.

"I just want to say happy birthday to me, and fuck *hiccup* all ya stank mother fuckersss." I managed to get out and handed the mic to Cameil.

"Thanks y'all for all many birthdays, I mean thank for being coming out," Cameil said laughing and she dropped the mic.

Me and her locked our arms to keep somewhat of a balance. We wobbled to the bathroom because we had to pee.

As we walked pass all the people standing in the hallways of the club we rented out for the night, me and Cameil made it to the bathroom.

We did our business, and made sure we washed our hands. We might be drunk, but we're not nasty.

I stood their looking in the mirror. It felt like hours and hours of me scanning myself.

*RING* *RING* *RING*

I pull my phone out of my little black bag I always carry - because I'm not a purse type of girl, but I'm still girly - and Cameil is calling. I answer with a headache coming on.

"Where are you Cameil?!"

"I got an über, I also got me a piece of dark chocolate girl!" she said excitedly.

"Don't let him *hiccup* take advantage of you meme, love you." I said wobling out of the bathroom.

"I love you too bihh, happy birthday."

"Thanks love, get some Advil when you wake up."

"Alright, bye!"

"Alright."

I was having trouble seeing the end button. Then I heard the beep to let you know the call ended and I took my bag off, putting my phone back.

I was slowly inhaling to keep from crying. This hangover was going to be crazy. I danced around the club, grabbed another drink, and jus enjoyed this moment.