"You trust me?"
I look up at him, staring into his light brown eyes that stared directly at me. It felt like he was staring into my soul trying to read me. I could barely answer his question because I was busy looking at him. Once I realized I was s...
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Onest Simmons "Party Fail?"
"Nope." I said while snatching my moms picture out someone hands.
I put it back in its place hoping no one else touched it. I sigh as the music played loudly and hundreds of people filled my mom house. This little party wasn't so little anymore. What started off as a couple of people turned into a bunch of niggas I didn't even know. In the midst of everyone, I was trying to find Junior stupid ass. But, I'm sure he was somewhere doing stupid shit like always.
"Yooo, smoking from the vase!" I heard someone shout and I sigh.
"You have got to be kidding me." I mumbled before walking off. I walked in the kitchen seeing several people crowing around this one guy.
Before he could dump his weed in the vase, I took it from him.
"Come on man." He told me.
"It's a fucking vase dumb ass. How you gonna smoke from it?" I asked and he shrugged his shoulders laughing.
"Shit who knows." Him and his friends started laughing and I shook my head.
Jesus take me now.
I place the vase in the sink and started filling it back up with water. Sadly, I stopped once I seen Sasha and some boy talking on the couch. The boy feeling up on Sasha thigh. I groaned turning the water off then walking out the kitchen. I push past people until I finally reached Sasha.
"Get the fuck up." I told her and they both look at me. The dude looking like a grown ass man.
"Ayo, Onest my boy." The dude exclaimed, putting his hand out to me.
I just stared at him, "Sasha get the fuck up." I repeated myself more sternly. I went to reached for her arm, but she moved it away.
"Leave me alone." She shouted at me.
"Yeah, Onest I got her." The dude told me rubbing Sasha thigh again. I clench my jaw getting pissed off.
"She's fifteen homie, so unless you want a case get on somewhere." I told him nonchalant.
"Fifteen? Oh hell nah!" The dude shouted, quickly getting up and walking away.
I rub the bridge of my nose, "I thought I told you to stay in the room. Where the fuck is Jasmine?" I asked and she crossed her arms.
