Destined

63.

*Djs P.O.V*

Walking into the party was a bit weird. I had no one behind me or guiding me, and the more I thought about it the more I wished I had called Amber. She'd either kill me or be happy that I went to a party without her.

I was uncomfortable especially after the little talk I had shared with Jayon. He looked different, his facial hair had grown, but he was forever clean.

Why was I thinking this way about him after I had just blatantly dissed him? I knew he would try to talk to me again, or stare at-least to make sure I wouldn't do anything stupid. It bothered me to know he was even here but I wasn't surprised.

"What's yo name?" A tall dark-skinned boy had asked me as I walked passed him. I didn't have time to chat with any guys. I only came here to enjoy myself.

"Aye, I said what's yo name?" The boy repeats, pulling my purse back towards him.

"Let go of my purse," I said irritably.

"That ain't no name," he grinned before letting it go. He started to play with my braids seductively. "Look, I know you fucked with my man Jayon, and I can just imagine how he treated you. You need some chocolate to go along with that caramel," he said beginning to put a plastic spoon in his mouth. I didn't know what he was eating, but it smelled fruity.

The boy continued to speak to me with sweet nothings, which was confusing to me. I didn't understand why he would be flirting with me in the first place if Jayon had really been his man. I wasn't even sure if Jayon had seen me because the boy had his large arm around me, and plus he was tall. I had only been 5'4 and he had to be at least 6 feet.

"Ugh, get your arm off of me," I finally said after a few moments. "I'm not your hoe, I don't even know you," I told him. He had really been clinging onto me like we were life long friends or something. It was extra.

"Man, I'll talk to you later then," he told me, smacking his lips. He waved me off and turned around to talk to his other friends that had came up to him.

I made my way to the back of the apartment and stared at the wide open door that looked like it was connected to a bedroom. It was filled with teens smoking and laughing. They looked like they were having a good time with the weed, and me wanting to have a good time, I went through the door.

3 faces looked up at me, staring at each other when I waved awkwardly. I closed the door out of impulse and realized they had it open for a reason. It was full of smoke in the room and they clearly needed an outlet to air it out. I opened the door back up again, looking at them with a tense smile.

"You looking for somebody?" A white girl with curly golden locks asked.

"She looks like she is," another girl spoke, blowing smoke from her mouth.

"I seen you guys had weed, I wanted to try some. Does it cost?" I asked.

They looked at eachother once more before laughing hysterically. It made me uncomfortable but I knew it would happen. Weed smokers found things that weren't even funny to be funny.

One of the girls stopped laughing, patting a seat next to her for me to sit down on. The others shook their heads but continued to smoke.

"You funny, what's your name?" Another girl with long black hair asked me. I couldn't help but admire her facial features. She looked like a doll.

"Dj, what about you?" I asked, making eye contact with all of them.

"I'm Boosie," the black girl spoke.

"Danielle," the mouth blower said.

"Janette," the last one says. She had given me the blunt she'd been holding. Her skin was pale.