| 90s Imagines | ONE SHOTS

1. |Devante Swing|

~~ Enjoy Loves ~~

IngleWood High School Prom
1995.

Y/N

"This is how we do it
It's Friday night, and I feel alright
The party is here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say, "Monty, yo we made it!"

Montell Jordan screamed through the blasting speakers at Inglewood High's annual prom. The disco was spinning, and everyone was sure to wear their Friday Night's Best. I had even gone over the top myself, getting more dolled up than usual. Wearing a red spaghetti strapped suede gown that shown just about every bit of Me. Diamond jewelry complimented my neck and ears, and my thick, coiled, shoulder length hair was curled just right.  This was the first time in a long time where I had actually felt beautiful. "Girl you look so good!". One of my closest friends, Diana had complimented as she made her way to the punch table after dancing with her date. He was quite cute too. "What you need to do is grab one of these brotha's and make a move on em". She laughed, drinking some of the punch she had poured in her red solo cup. Diana was one of my crazier friends. She was outgoing and she encouraged everyone around her to be the same way. Just when I was about to give Diana my response, I spotted him. One of the finest brothas in all Inglewood High, Devante Swing. He had the low life brothas wishing they could be him, the ugly brothas wanting to fight him, and all the ladies wishing they could be his girlfriend. Mother Mary, was he fine. His light green eyes glittered at mine, and I instantly looked away, going back to the conversation I was having with Diana. "Girl you know I don't get down like that. I feel like if I look this fine, brothas should be making their way over to me". "Not if you looking as nervous as you are. Girl hold ya chest up. Look available. Look as if you wouldn't be  afraid to turn a nigga' down". I fixed my posture, taking Diana's advice. The night was was almost over and the only person I had consistently danced with was Tariq, one of the thirstier guys that danced with every chick in the function.

"Yo if I need it in the morning or the middle of the night
I ain't 2 proud 2 beg (no)!
If the lovin' is strong then he got it goin' on and
I ain't 2 proud 2 beg (no)!"

With a quick spin the DJ smoothly transitioned the songs, turning everybody up. I laughed at Diana and my other friends grinding on their Male dates as if they had no home training. It wasn't long before I realized I wanted to have one of those nights of my own. A wild night. A night to remember. A night I will never forget. I was tired of being the background noise. Almost as if Jesus Himself came down and rearranged things in my favor, a man approached me while I was sitting alone. "Excuse me miss, um, is this seat taken?". The dark, alluring voice instantly drew me in. I darted my eyes upward to only find out that the mysterious man who approached me was Devante himself. I couldn't believe he was even talking to me.  I was secretly hyperventilating. My eyes couldn't even lock with the gorgeous man, who happened to be six foot two, skin tone of Hershey kisses, thick full lips, and a ring Hooked around his nose. Even down to the stubble above his lips, he was just a dream come true. "Uh, um, no sir". I nervously answered, glancing at my friends who were giving me the, "bitch you better do yo' thang". Look. I attempted to shoo their facial expressions away as Devante began speaking to me again. "Now tell me, when I was little my momma' used to always try to make me wear my per scripted glasses, and I didn't. As a result, my eye sight is kind of bad to be in high school. I'm 17 with the eye sight of an 87 year old man". He chuckled, and I giggled with him, trying to see where he was getting at. He placed his hand on his chest. "But even a brotha' like me can see someone as beautiful as you sitting across the room and wonder why ain't no man come approach you yet". He licked his lower lips, letting his eyes wander my facial features. I blushed so hard that my cheeks were aching, and I was smiling uncontrollably. I couldn't believe what the hell I was hearing. Was this a scam? Who's fooling around with me? "I guess your the only one that sees that". I said, finally gaining the courage to make full on eye contact. "I know you probably think I'm saying this just to say it, or tryna' get another chick to drool over me, but you really one of the finest sistas I've seen in a long time". My high school was really large, so I couldn't blame him for not noticing me amongst the numerous crowds he was in. Truth be told I always kind of hid from him.