Killah Kuwonu

Not mine!

Paris POV

"What does that even mean?!" I ask him.

"I don't know and I don't wanna know!" He says.

"Then why are you wasting your time?" I suck my teeth and start walking for the a thousandth time.

This time he actually lets me go, part of me wanted him to follow.

I send a quick text to Aysha asking her if I could stay the night and she agrees.

The walk wasn't too far but my legs were killing me.

"Bonjour." Her mom answers the door.

She can speak English but was her comfortable self around me.

"Bonjour." I greet back.

"AYSHA!" She yells.

Aysha come down the stairs, it's just the two of them, she's never known her dad.

"Hey bestie." She smiles hugging me.

"Heyyy." I smile.

We go to her room and chill.

"Gurl lemme tell your about this hot ass guy I seen the other day. He's french, curly hair, studs." She explains.

Her description sounds a lot like Burna, Killahs friend.

"Burna?" I ask.

"Yeah! Wait you know him?" She raises her eyebrow.

"Somewhat." I think back to when Killah introduced us.

"Well he's having a party tonight, let's gooooo." She smiles.

I shake my head real fast.

"Nope, I will not attend any party that could contain Killah." I roll my eyes.

I've told her about him as 'the annoying neighbour', she knows about him saving me though.

"He can't be that bad." She giggles.

"You're right, he's not bad, he's terrible!" I suck my teeth while rolling my eyes.

"Pleaseeeee don't make me go alone, you're my only friend!!!" She pouts.

"Fine!" I sigh.

"Starts in and hour and a half, soo let's get ready." She claps.

"I don't even have any clothes." I frown.

She smirks.

"I'll get you ready." She directs me to a bathroom so I could shower.

We spend an hour doing our hair and makeup and when we were done we look hot as hell.

(My Fit)

(Aysha Fit)

She suggested loose pants so we can "get loose."

"Mama we leaving." She yells her mom as the Uber pulls up.

"Have fun!" She yells out the dinner.

Ayshas mom is chill unlike mine, she lets her live her life and understands she's a teenage girl.

She had Aysha when she was 16 so understands the vibe.

We pull up to a huge ass house I assume is Burnas.

"Thug ass nigga! I whisper under my breath.

Aysga laughs.

"Let's go, have fun!" She gives me a look.

"I'll try." I sigh.

We walk in the party and mad niggas started staring at us, although I started wearing more revealing clothes they have never been like this.

It kinda made me uncomfortable but since no one said anything I ignore it to the best of my abilities.

Walking in the kitchen there was atleast $5000 worth of drinks, expensive alcohol piled on the counter.

"I'm in heaven." I smile.

I have the 'less thinking more drinking attitude' not many people know but I looove me a good cup or 2, or 3, sometimes 4.

"I bet you are." Aysha rolls her eyes.

"Maybe it won't be that bad." I smirk filling a cup.

Connecting it with my lips I was on cloud 9 already!!

"He's coming." She elbows me.

"I don't care." I continue sipping my drink and scrolling down my phone.

"Hey Aysha glad you could make it." I hear a male voice.

"Thanks for the invite." I see her twist her hair out the corner of my eyes.

"What's up Paris." He says.

I send him a peace sign.

"Why you being so blunt for?" He pouts.

"I don't really know you like dat." I shrug not taking my eyes off my phone.

"You know me enough to be drinking my shit." He says.

I finally look up at him.

"I ain't even wanna be here." I suck my teeth.

"Yes she does." Aysha protests.

"No the hell I don't!" I say.

"Killah know you here?" He asks.

"I ain't his kid!" I look at him like he's crazy.

"You his girl, ain't you?" He asks.

"FUCK NO!" I spite out my drink.

"Shit my bad Shawty, ain't you like 15?" He jokes.

"2 months, give me 2 months and I'll be 18." I say.

"AYYY KILLAH!" He yells.

He places his arm around Ayshas waist, causing her to blush.

"Fuck you!" I turn to leave.

Him and Aysha pull me back.

"Bitch I thought you was my friend!" I frown.

"I am that's why I'm doing this." She smiles.

"Wassup?" Killah comes in the kitchen.

Burna point to me, Killahs eyes follow.

"The fuck you doing here?" He asks.

He been smoking, his eyes red and shit.

"Cause I can be!" I say.

"I'm taking you home!" He grabs my arm.

I snatch it back.

"You don't control me nigga, I can go to any party I want, dance and kiss on any nigga I want!" I look him up and down.

"You ain't my nigga!"