He looked at us skeptically.

"Yeah, just having fun," I said before walking out.


When I woke up it was 7:30, so I brushed my teeth and took a shower. I got out, dried off and put on lotion.

"Damn. What should I wear?" I thought out loud.

I decided to wear a black sleeveless bandage dress. It was tight and stopped in the middle of my thighs, which was probably a bad idea. I walked down the hall to the guys' room and knocked on the door. DJ answered.

"Is this dress okay or is it too much?" I asked.

"I think it's fine," he said.

"Alright, thanks."

I was walking back to my room when I felt someone grab me from behind. It was none other than Blake. He pushed me against the wall and put his hands on my waist.

"You look sexy," he said in a low voice.

"Thank you," I said trying to walk away.

He pulled me back so I was standing against the wall in front of him. He tried to slide my dress up, but I stopped him.

"We are in a hallway!"

"Who cares," he said in my ear.

My god I hate when he does that.

He managed to slide the dress up again while kissing my neck. I pulled it back down and put my hand on his chest.

"You need to finish getting dressed," I said.

I smiled and walked off. When I got back in the room, I looked in the mirror.

"Yeah, I definitely need to change," I said to myself.

I changed into a long, tan double slit skirt, a black shirt with a denim jacket and paired it with a gold chain and black sandals.

"Why'd you change?" Monique asked walking out the bathroom.

"The other dress was too revealing."

"Yeah sure. That's why," she said.

"Fuck off."

She went back in the bathroom laughing. She was right though. I couldn't afford to have Blake trying to rape me in public again.

Knock knock!

I opened the door to let the guys in.

"We're just waiting for Monique's slow ass to hurry up," I said.

We all sat on the little couch; DJ sat on the arm and Blake sat next to me.

"Why'd you change?" Blake asked putting his head on my shoulder.

"You know why I changed."

He put his head in my lap and I ran my fingers through his hair. I heard the blow dryer which threw me off a little bit.

•in my head•

Why is she blow drying her hair?

"Monique?!" I yelled.


"You better turn off that blow dryer before you burn ya weave off!"

My comment made Blake and DJ laugh hysterically.

"Fuck you," she yelled back.

She finally came out of the damn bathroom and we left. As we walked to this restaurant that someone suggested, Blake put his arm around me. It didn't take long for his hand to make it's way to my ass.

"You need to move your hand," I said.

"I can't help it; your ass just looks so good in that skirt," he said biting his lip.

"I know it does," I said looking up at him, "but you still need to move it."

We got to this restaurant and I thought it was a cute little place. There were little lights everywhere, a dance floor and a stage where the band played. It was very calming to me. When we sat down, I turned to watch the couples dance. They were all so adorable. I turned back around to see DJ staring at me.


"I wanna know something," he said.

"And what is that?" I asked. He was making me nervous.

"What happened earlier? What made you so upset?" he asked.

When he asked that, Blake and Monique looked at me.

"You don't wanna hear about that; it's your birthday. Let's talk about something happy."

"You're right. It's my birthday and I wanna know what made you upset," he said.


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