Hello Readers! When i tell you I am EXHAUSTED from typing this chapter! I had to divide it into two parts because it was so lengthy. I wanted to make sure I got all the dialogue from ALL the characters reuniting so that no parts are left out. This first part, I introduced a main character OC that will have a heavy impact to this story and how she, Jazmine and Cindy became friends. I will be uploading the second part of this chapter right after i upload this one! So please read and review!

"I'll pick you up at 10:00 Punky," Cindy walked Jazmine to the front door of her apartment. Jazmine got the door card out of her backpack and held it up to the sensor and waited for the red light to turn green. As it did, Cindy opened the door for her and allowed her to walk in.

"Okay baby. I'll see you tonight." They both leaned in and shared a quick kiss before Jazmine pulled away and walked through the lobby to the elevator. "Tell Rita I said 'Hey'.'"

"I will!" Jazmine smiled. Cindy released the door and watched her until she got on. As the elevator doors opened, Jazmine stepped in and turned around making eye-contact with Cindy outside. Cindy smiled softly and waved as the elevator doors closed. Jazmine blew a kiss back and the elevator proceeded to the 3rd floor. She got to her door and put the key in and unlocked it, stepping inside and was smacked in the face with the most pungent odor she's ever smelt. She set her keys on the key rack right by the door and walked past the kitchen, but stopped and took two steps back, looking at the pig sty that used to be her kitchen. There were pots and pans stacked up on the stove, the sink was full of dirty dishes, there was sauce of some sorts dripping down the counter and onto the dishwasher, which was empty, and there were crumbs and wrappers all over the floor. Jazmine rolled her eyes and continued into the living room to be met with the same thing. The couch cushions were distorted, throw pillows everywhere, the ashtray was spilled all over the table and carpet, abandoned McDonald's cups and bags, and half-empty beer bottles and liquor bottles all over the place and….'are you serious?', there was throw up in the corner!

"Oh HELLLL NAHH!" Jazmine exclaimed. "HELLOOO!? ANYBODY HOME!? WILL YA'LL GET YA'LL ASSES OUT HERE AND CLEAN UP YO FUCKIN' MESS!" Jazmine walked down the hallway and met her roommate's companion, Jada – who was a non-paying third roommate – coming out of their room in nothing but her panties and bra. "Hi!" Jazmine shouted sarcastically. Jada jumped at Jazmine's outburst, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Jazmine looked at her watch which read 3:30 pm. These girls were seriously still in bed?

"Heyyy Jaz," Jada slurred obviously still hungover. Jazmine made a sick face and fanned her nose. Jada was a light-skinned girl with jet black hair, under a stiff honey-ombré weave. She was skin-in-bone thin and wore and even slept in a cake-face full of make-up almost every day and to put it lightly…she was fucking ANNOYING! Ever since she and Jazmine's roommate, Rita, started fucking, Jada just got comfortable staying with them completely and Jazmine has been having to clean up after her, replace her food that Jada keeps eating up, pay extra on their utility and water bill, and basically there is no peace under HER OWN ROOF! The girl hasn't offered to pay or anything because she doesn't work worth a damn. The least she could do was clean up after her trifling self!

"Soo, where's Rita? Because this was definitely NOT how I left my house yesterday morning! THROW UP!? REALLY?!" Jazmine walked to the living room and gestured towards the corner. Jada followed her and her eyes widened.

"Oh my God!" Jada covered her mouth. "Last night got so crazy, I'm sorry…" Jazmine put her hand up to stop her.

"No I'm sorry, Jada." Jazmine put her hand on her chest. "I'm sorry, because I'm obviously not used to living in a FUCKING FRAT HOUSE! This is disgusting Jada! I've fucking had it!"

"Whoa whoa whoa! What's going on?" Rita came out in her sports bra and sweatpants. She twisted her face when she was met with the odor. "Eii! Masa! What the fuck is that man?!" Rita's thick accent filled the room. Jazmine huffed when she gestured towards the corner once again. "Awww shit! Man dese bitches can't hold dey liquor for shit! Listen J, I'm sorry about this. Dis mah fault yea?. Jada invited some of her friends over and we had a lil' kickback and shit just got outta hand!"

"That's beside the point Rita! I'm tired of coming home to a pig sty every day! You know I can't stand a messy house!" Jazmine opened up the slide door to the balcony to air the room out. "This is the last straw! You!" She pointed at Jada. "You either need to start doin' your part around here or pay up! Because I will not tolerate being your maid any longer."

"Now hold up, who you think you talkin' to?" Jada rolled her neck.

"The only freeloader in the room," Jazmine said in an obvious tone.

"Bitch! You..!"

"Nah Jada she's right!" Rita interrupted. Jada gave her an 'are you serious' look. "Listen, I enjoy having you over, but it's gone beyond that. You haven't been just been mah company for a while now. You 'gwan become a third roommate for stayin here yea? You need to start paying rent or at least take better care around da house." Jazmine's eyes widened at Rita. Like 'Damn, that was easy.' "Dis mah house too and I have to respect mah roommate's wishes." Jada shot daggers at Jazmine and Jazmine just looked right back at her.

"Man, whatever. I do clean up around the house and you ain't never had a problem with me staying here!"

"That was before Jazmine's patience ran out. We can talk about this later. But for now, we need to get this place straightened up." Rita said intently. Jada rolled her eyes and put her hands on her bony hips.

"See?" Jada said to Jazmine. "You just had to be a damn drama queen and couldn't just simply address us properly? Now you making it seem like I'm a burden to ya'll and I'm just a slob!" Jazmine looked her up and down with an obvious look.

"I didn't make it seem like that, Jada. The evidence is right here in front of you. If I were a drama queen, I would have dragged you out of bed and stuffed your face in that vomit while whooping you like an untrained dog. That's dramatic!" Jada lunged towards Jazmine, but Rita grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back.

"Bitch who the fuck you think you talkin' to?! I'll show you an untrained dog hoe! Let me go!" Jada kicked and struggled in Rita's arms while Jazmine crossed her arms and kept looking at her unbothered.

"Jada! Chill the fuck out!" Rita jolted her. "You know what? Get da fuck out! Fool you!" Rita pulled her out of the living room effortlessly and towards the door. She went back in her bedroom and got Jada's clothes and handed them to her.

"So you just gonna take her side?! You just gonna throw me out? Really, Rita?!" Jada sobbed putting on her clothes.

"Hell yeah I'm taking her side! Dis isn't healthy Jada. I'm not your mother and Jazmine is not your maid! Don't call me until you get yo shit together." Rita opened the door and gestured her out. Jada looked back at Jazmine who was waving with a smirk.

"Fuck both of ya'll! I'll see you when I see you Dubois!" Jada pointed at Jazmine while walking out.

"Bye Felicia," Jazmine yelled as Rita slammed the door behind her. Rita shook her head in embarrassment as she walked in the kitchen and grabbed the box of heavy duty trash bags.

"You sure know how to pick 'em Rita. She's a real charmer," Jazmine went into the towel closet and grabbed the basket of cleaning supplies.

"Listen, she wasn't like this at first," Rita started picking up all the trash in the kitchen. "It was just a one night stand, then the next thing you know we go fuck every night man. I guess I got so drawn to her I didn't see how disrespectful she was…or at least I didn't want to see it. But I would never sacrifice the peace in our house, Jazmine. If she can't respect our house, then I know she won't respect me." Jazmine raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, damn!" Jazmine slipped on her pink rubber cleaning gloves. "Look at you being mature!" Rita rolled her eyes .

"You know you don't have to help Jazmine. This isn't your mess." Rita walked to the living room continuing to pick up trash.

"You're right," Jazmine got out a small metal bucket from the closet. "You should have held that trifling heifa hostage and not let her go until this place was spotless!" She made her way over to the corner to pick up the hard vomit and put it in the bucket. "But I know for a fact that if I were to die today, and this was how my house looked," she gagged at the smell. "The next tenants in this house will feel my wrath from the grave!" Jazmine cringed as she threw the last of the slop in the bucket. Rita lightly chuckled as she threw the beer bottles in the bag.

"Cindy must be so grateful to have a woman as respectable as you."

"Trust me," Jazmine picked up the bucket. "She IS!" She took the bucket to the bathroom and threw its contents in the toilet, gagging even more as she did. She rinsed the bucket out and filled it back up with hot water. She came back to the living room, grabbed some carpet cleaner, powder, and a scrubber and made her way back over to the corner to finish cleaning it. "I even had to fight her to let me clean my mess this morning." Jazmine sprayed the carpet cleaner, dipped the scrubber in the hot water and began to scrub. "I'm starting to think I should have majored in Housekeeping."

"Well the pay ain't so bad," Rita smashed the trash down in the bag and tied it in a not. Jazmine paused and looked at Rita.
"Sorry…I didn't mean it like that." Jazmine sincerely apologized. Rita shook it off.

"Nah you good. I know you didn't. But I understand, cleaning up after people is an inconvenience. But your character will always be richer than the mess maker in the end." Rita picked up the trash bag and took it to the trash shoot on their floor. Jazmine sighed as she continued to scrub. She really didn't mean to offend her. Sometimes she forgets the humble upbringing Rita had and she felt ungrateful how she complained about certain things. Rita's home country was Ghana, West Africa where her family still resided. She grew up selling plantains, maize, and jugs of water since she was 4, taking trips back and forth to her village's only watering well that was almost 10 miles away! She and her mother moved to the United States when she was 9 and her mother worked as a hotel maid. When Rita became old enough to work, she followed in her mother's footsteps and became a maid as well. She was very smart and was valedictorian for her high school graduation. Sadly, Rita's mother died from fever and never got to see her daughter graduate. With the little money she had left, Rita was able to send her mother's body back to Ghana to be buried, but she wasn't able to attend. She wore her mother's wooden-beaded necklace with a jade emblem 24/7 to remember her by. She vowed on her mother's spirit that she would complete college and take care of her family. She is double majoring in Biology and Chemistry, hoping to become a Plant Botanist, to start her own Gonja brand. Jazmine thought Cindy smoked too much. Rita, on the other hand, was a freaking weed head! But she didn't mind. Jazmine and Rita had a really close friendship. They became best friends and roommates the first day they moved in. She was probably Jazmine's only friend. Rita was a lesbian of course, a stud like Cindy, except Rita was more androgynous one would say. She was tall, dark-skinned with light brown eyes and long brown dreads that came down to her chest. She was muscular and hefty, tatted everywhere, and had the whitest and brightest smile. She was very deep and sincere about everything. She was definitely a smooth-talker and could easily reel any girl in her trap. Jazmine knew Rita was a player when she even tried hitting on her when they first met! Jazmine put a halt to that. Once she informed Rita who her girlfriend was, Rita backed off immediately because she knew she didn't want those problems. She had heard word of the women's team point guard and her fine ass girlfriend, but she never thought that it was Jazmine! Jazmine was surprised at Cindy's attitude when she found out that the hot African stud everyone was talking about was her girlfriend's roommate. They actually hit it off better than Jazmine expected. After all, they had the same courses together, they were both heart throbs and they knew it, and they both lost their parents at some point in their life and they really bonded over that. Rita even confided in Jazmine that this was the first place she could call home all thanks to the love and peace Jazmine brought. Jazmine really enjoyed having the two of them in her life because for one, Cindy and Rita were absolutely hilarious together. Two, Rita and Cindy owned their sexuality and strength, so that influenced Jazmine tremendously. Rita was frequently referred to as a man to some, but still she owned it. Jazmine desperately wanted that kind of confidence, and she hoped that it would rub off on her somehow. Three, there was a spark between all of them that just made them click. She didn't know if it was a gay thing or they really had that awesome connection. It was kind of odd now that Jazmine thought about it. They actually have gotten real close lately. Both Cindy and Rita were very protective of Jazmine and it was comforting knowing that she had two strong and confident women to look after her. But there were times when Jazmine felt that all three of them were a little too comfortable around each other...like she was being loved by both of them at the same time. Rita came back in their apartment and walked into the living room scratching the back of her neck.

"Sorry to ruin your Saturday man. I should have gotten up earlier and cleaned all this before you got home," Rita said. Jazmine sprayed more carpet cleaner and let it set. She got up and sighed sympathetically.

"It's okay Rita," Jazmine said. "I know you hate a messy house no less than I do. It wasn't your fault. Besides this didn't ruin anything." Jazmine made her way to the kitchen and began cleaning. Rita followed her and began to do so as well. "You have any plans tonight?"

"Nah man. Was just gonna probably cook, roll up one and watch a movie. What about you?" Rita asked.

"Cindy and I got invited to a party tonight. It's just gonna be like a reunion type of thing for all our old high school classmates." Jazmine rinsed out a couple pots and pans before drying them off.

"Party huh? Cool..cool," Rita nodded while putting a new trash bag in the bin.

"….Would youuu like to come?" Jazmine asked. Rita smiled and shrugged.

"Ehhh I don't know, me. You said it's yo high school friends yeah? I wouldn't really know people there." Rita shook her head. Jazmine gave her a blatant look.

"Rita...I don't even know half of my classmates! And this is going to be a pretty big party. Trust me, you're not going to be the only non – J. Edgar Hoover alumni there." Jazmine finished the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Rita thought it over for a moment.

"Yeah, if you say so, you." Rita continued wiping down everything while Jazmine got the broom.

"To be honest, I was hesitant of even going myself," Jazmine admitted while sweeping the floor.

"Why's that?"

"You remember what I told you about when Cindy and I started dating?" Jazmine asked hesitantly.

"Awwww yeah man. How yo school made fun of you picking a woman over yo best friend uh…what was his name?...Hubert?"

"Huey.."

"HU-eyy?" Rita scrunched up her face. "Masa wha-gwan ya call a boy name HU-eeyy?" Rita cracked up laughing. Jazmine giggled with her. "Why no wonder you picked Cindy ova him! Dat name go chase all da women away, him!" Rita laughed some more. "But I remember you telling me something about him. How he wanted you to be his girlfriend right? But you turned him down?"

"Yeah. I still care for him as a friend of course. But I feel like I broke his heart to no repair." Jazmine gave a solemn look. "He was my best friend next to Cindy at the time. But when he asked me to be his girlfriend, I just couldn't do it." Jazmine swept all the contents into the dustpan and threw it in the trash bin.

"Why is that? You no love him?" Rita asked intently. Jazmine looked at Rita and just shook her head 'no'. "Well dat's not yo fault, you. He had to understand that you can't help how ya feel, yeah? Did you have feelings for someone else? Or do I know the answer to that question already?" Rita winked while she wiped down the countertops and kitchen table. Jazmine blushed.

"Well… at the time no. I just knew I didn't want to be his girlfriend. That's when I became real confused because everyone at school knew that one day we would make it official and be that couple you know?" Rita nodded. "Even I thought that we would be together, but things changed. I found love in someone else but didn't know it. It all felt so strange to me that I felt this way about a woman. About my best friend, Cindy."

"Awwwww, isn't dat cute," Rita threw the wipes away. Jazmine rolled her eyes and chuckled.

"Well now, after all this time, him and his brother want us to come to their party, and this will be the first time seeing them since that whole mess."

"So they thought it was a good idea…to invite the people who broke baby boy heart? Masa! Madness!" Rita shook her head and walked in the living room. Jazmine followed but looked back at the kitchen one last time. 'Spotless!' They both put the couch cushions and pillows back in place and straightened up the table. "And you want me? Another stud of a woman to be along side you?" Rita smacked her lips. "I don't know, me. It sound like to me your people got a bad attitude to gay women and I don't wanna stir nothin' up for ya yeah?" Rita sat on the couch and grabbed a doozie that was still in the ashtray. She picked up a lighter and sparked it up.

"But I want you to come, Rita!" Jazmine said frantically. "Cindy would too! It would actually be a huge help if you came with us! I want to let them know that I am proud of what I am and who my friends are."

"Mmm.." Rita puffed out smoke. Jazmine took the doozie out of her fingers.

"Meh-pah-twoh!" Jazmine pleaded in Rita's native language Twi. "Wen gwan dance and pop de bottle off dey bomboclatt se ba borobohhh!" Jazmine began dancing to herself while she took a puff. Rita's eyes raised in shock. She knew now that she and Jazmine have spent too much time together.

"Eiiii Masa!" Rita shouted in disbelief. "So you go speak Twi, yeah?"

"I listen to you more than you realize!" Jazmine giggled as she took another puff and handed it back to Rita. She went to the TV stand and turned on the stereo, where Rita's Ghanaian playlist played instantly. Jazmine busted some African moves while winding her hips. Rita bobbed her head to the beat while watching her roommate get down. "Come on, Rita! You know you wanna watch me pon' it down tonight!" Jazmine added her African accent again.

"Go on now, you playin' wit me," Rita licked her lips as she chuckled. "Fine I'll go. But if I come out dat party empty-handed, you ain't gettin' none tonight either, you!" Rita took the last puff before ashing it. Jazmine made a 'YES!' motion with her fist and she got her phone out of her back pocket. She noticed there was an unread message she missed. It was from Cindy! Jazmine quickly clicked on it as it read,

'Try and see if Rita wanna come.' Jazmine giggled as she showed the message to Rita. Rita shook her head. "I'm starting to think ya'll obsessed wit me, you." Jazmine rolled her eyes as she replied back to her girlfriend.

'I already did before reading this lol! XD She's game'

'BET! We gonna blow them away baby! Can't wait to see you tonight! I love you xoxo

'Yesss! All eyes on Us! I love you more! See you tonight!"

Jazmine did a small happy dance on her way to her bedroom. She started looking for what she was going to wear.

Cindy patted herself down as she did a once over in the mirror. She wore a sheer, white, long sleeve shirt only half buttoned up, with a black sports bra underneath, black drop-crotch jeans, held up with a Gucci belt, and the Air Jordan Retro 11s. She was iced-out on her ears, her neck, and her wrist. She had on just a LITTLE mascara to bring out her eyes more. She gave a couple more squirts of her 'Extra-Hold' hair mist on her two braids. She made some faces at herself in the mirror and smirked. 'Lookin' good,' she thought. She sprayed her favorite Versace cologne and grabbed her jacket and keys and was out the door. She text Jazmine and Rita letting them know she was on her way and proceeded to drive to their place again.

Jazmine placed the last bobby pin in place and turned her head in different angles to make sure her hair stayed. She had her hair sleeked back in a tight, enormous bun, her edges waved in patterns, and her usual two strands hanging down by her ears. Her face was beat for the GODS with rosy brown eyeshadow, perfectly arched eyebrows, thick falsies eyelashes, natural contoured foundation and highlights and the brightest red matte lipstick that made her lips pop! She left her bathroom in her red lace G-string and to her bedroom where she had her outfit laid out: a black 'around-the neck' bodysuit top with a profound V- cut down to her chest and it was all open back, revealing her erotic jellyfish tattoo, white high-waisted ripped jeans, and red lace-up, pointed-toe stiletto's. She had her golden hoops, a golden necklace with a red jewels and golden hoops. When she got fully dressed, she applied some Johnson & Johnson oil on her open cleavage, shoulders, and on her back to give her that sleeked look. She put on her black leather jacket and put her phone in one of the pockets. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. 'Ouu! Damn I'm fine' Jazmine quoted Cardi B's lyrics. She walked out her room and right across the hall to Rita's door and knocked. When Rita opened it, they both almost did a double take at the other. She was in all white, her shirt had kente-pattern trim on the chest pocket, collar, and sleeves.

"Damn masa!" Jazmine dusted Rita's shoulders. "You sure you can carry all them karats around? God Damn!" She had REAL gold everywhere, on her ears, around her neck, on her wrist, on her fingers, and…in her MOUTH too? "Smile for me!" Jazmine ordered. Rita gave her usual heartwarming, panties-soaking, hoe-reeling smile, and revealed her golden, diamond studded grill on her lower teeth. Jazmine's mouth hung open. Rita licked her lips and chuckled.

"You looking very nice yourself Abena," Rita complimented with the Twi name meaning 'beautiful woman.' Jazmine closed her mouth and blushed. 'Okay seriously, what is up with us right now?' She couldn't fake it. Rita looked REALLY good. They've gone to parties together before, but none that Rita has actually showed out and dressed up for. She never really saw Rita like this before. The whole feeling was off to her. Jazmine was shook out of her thoughts when her phone rang.

"Shit!" Jazmine jumped. "It's Cindy." Jazmine pressed 'answer'. "Hi baby!...You're here?...Okay great! We're coming right now!" Jazmine hung up and they walked out of their apartment and into the elevator and out the lobby. Cindy was in the parking lot resting on the hood of her Camaro as the two approached. As Jazmine did her signature walk towards her, Cindy's eyes zeroed in on her beautiful girlfriend. Those jeans hugged her curves perfectly and those stiletto heels made her strut like a mustang. Her caramel skin gleamed in the evening light and she just radiated pure ethnic beauty. She hugged Jazmine around the waist and gave her sweet kiss on the lips.

"You look stunning Punky! My GOD you killin' me already bae!" Cindy clenched her chest. Jazmine laughed as she gave a little spin to show herself off. "Aye Masa! What's good bro? Lookin' real Wakanda fresh out'chea I see you! " Cindy and Rita engaged in their handshake, followed by a quick clap and dap.

"Mannn you look like you bouta go surfin' wit JESUS ole' face ass boah what you mean you?" Rita joked back. The two exchanged more flame clap backs until Jazmine intervened.

"Well while ya'll standing here clowning! I'm just gonna…" Jazmine smirked as she slowly reached for the car door.

"Aht! Aht! Cindy! Better get her!" Rita pointed at Jazmine. Cindy turned around and lunged and grabbed the door in such a quick flash, Jazmine's heart skipped a beat.

"Yo!" Cindy hollered. Jazmine looked at her stunned. "What I tell you? Don't be playin' wit me like dat." Jazmine gave a mischievous smile.

"Okay, Okay," Jazmine put her hand on her hip. "I won't do it again Daddy," Jazmine bit her lip. Cindy tried keeping her frown intact but failed miserably when Jazmine gave her that same innocent look.

"Damn right you won't," Cindy opened the door for her. "Get yo fine ass in there," Cindy smacked Jazmine on the rear as she sat in the seat, resulting in a scoff from Jazmine before Cindy closed the door.

"Shittt Rasta!" Rita muttered. "Got yo girl in her place, you" Rita and Cindy engaged in another clap and dap.

"And you know this homie," Cindy pounded her chest. "But yo for real," Cindy pulled Rita aside. "These uptown Maryland folk are some shady bomboclats a'ight? You already know they gave me and Jaz hell when we started dating ya know? It's already gon' be a target on our asses, and from how you rollin' wit' us tonight, it's gonna be even more intense, ya dig?"

"Yeah, Jazmine told me about this. Ya know I never be shame of what I am. And if anybody even attempts to upset that one in there," Rita pointed to the passenger door. "On me, bro, they go wish I was a man!"

"Aye, man respect," they clapped and dapped again. "I appreciate it for real. Jazmine's lucky to have such a great friend like you." Cindy walked over to the driver's side and opened the door, letting her seat forward.

"Honestly I'm the lucky one, me," Rita said as she got in. Jazmine smiled to herself. Cindy got in after Rita and closed the door.

"So who got the pre-game?" Cindy asked. Jazmine reached down in her purse and got out three 50 mL shot bottles of Grey Goose for herself, Peach Paul Mason for Cindy, and Hennessy for Rita. Rita pulled out two tightly rolled paper joints. As Jazmine handed each of them their bottles, Rita sparked one of the joints.

"See ya'll on the other side," Cindy threw back her shot and pulled off from the complex.

As Cindy pulled onto Timid Deer Lane, there were already cars parked on both sides of the street from corner to corner. When they got closer to the house, there was a line starting at the door and the bass could be heard booming from the outside. There was literally nowhere to park, until they came to a fairly large white house with a cobblestone patio. There was the perfect vacant space on the curb.

"Should I take it?" Cindy asked. Jazmine nodded. Cindy parallel parked perfectly taking the spot. Rita took one more puff before passing it to Jazmine to finish.

"I'm good, you go ahead baby," Jazmine passed it to Cindy. She took her small bottle of Grey Goose and threw it back. She made a bitter face as she swallowed it and cleared her throat. She eyed her old house's windows which were pitch black. It's been a long while since she's laid eyes on this house.

"You okay bae?" Cindy ashed the roach in the ashtray in her cupholder. Jazmine snapped out of it and nodded.

"Yeah! I'm good. It's just…weird being back here," Jazmine said softly. Cindy grabbed her hand and stroked it softly with her thumb.

"I know. It's weird for me too." Cindy said. "Just focus on having a good time tonight okay?"

"Is everything good?" Rita asked.

"This is my parent's house. We didn't exactly leave things on the best of terms." Jazmine said.

"Awh, come on J," Rita held Jazmine's shoulder. "We were just nice and hype now, yeah? It's not like they go be at the party now. Enjoy yourself." Jazmine relaxed to Rita's touch.

"Thanks you guys," Jazmine looked at both of them. "Let's go." Rita took her Hennessy shot and they all unbuckled their seat belts. Cindy got out and let Rita out through her side and came around to open Jazmine's door. She took Jazmine's hand and helped her out. All three of them made their way down the side walk and across the street.

As they approached the Freeman house, eyes were already starting to linger. Jazmine held on to Cindy's hand. She could already make out a few familiar faces from high school. They watched in half jealous and awe as the beautiful green-eyed light skinned ex- cheerleader captain strutted with the Women's Trailblazer basketball team captain just like how they stared at them in the past. They got up to the wooden porch where security was doing pat-downs on all the guys before they entered. Then they heard an all too familiar voice.

"Nigga you got five seconds to get yo Urkel lookin' ass off my god damn porch! Yo! Security you better tighten this mothafucka up! The fuck we payin' ya'll asses for?!" Riley shouted tossing a very skinny man out of the house. Jazmine moved out of the way as one of the security guards took hold of the guy and escorted him off the porch and away from the house. "I got this and ONLY this to say ya'll! Leave that bullshit out'chea ya hear me? Cuz the next mothafucka to start shit up in here we shuttin' ALL this shit down! Not fuckin' playin'!" Riley shouted into the crowd outside.

"Chill out Reezy," Cindy stepped forward. "You can't shut it down now. We just got here!"

"Awwww shit!" Riley stepped back and covered his mouth in disbelief. "Look who's in the mothafuckin' building! Cindy 'Fearsome' McPhearson! What's goin' on homie?" Cindy clapped Riley's hand.

"What's good Reezy? So good to see you bro!" Cindy said as they bumped shoulders.

"Good to see…" Riley trailed off as Cindy wrapped her arm around Jazmine's waist. Jazmine looked up from the ground as she met eyes with Riley with that memorable timid, naïve look. "…you too,…" Riley looked at Jazmine up and down.

"What's up Riley," Jazmine said softly. Riley gave his mischievous look at Cindy. "I'd say you are what's up Mariah Carey." Jazmine rolled her eyes.

"So you gonna keep us waitin' out here or what?" Cindy asked.

"Nah come on in!" Riley made way for them but paused when Rita walked through. "Whoa hold up. Who are you nigga?" Rita stoped and looked Riley up and down. Her demanding prescience made Riley shape down a bit.

"Oh! Riley this is my roommate and best friend, Rita," Jazmine introduced. Rita stayed painfully silent, glaring Riley down.

"R-Rita?" Riley asked. Jazmine reached back and held her hand. Riley laughed out lout. "You mean… You not dude?" Jazmine palmed her forehead while Cindy smacked her lips. Rita gave a sarcastic chuckle.

"Nah, but I fuck like one, yeah?" Rita said. Cindy and Jazmine's head snapped back at her. Riley's mouth hung open.

"This is gonna be even better than I thought." Riley led them through the line and past security. "They with me." Riley ordered. Security nodded and let them all pass. As Riley opened the front door, a whole cloud of smoke escaped. "*cough cough* Shit! Inhale at your own risk!" Riley warned as he squinted his eyes. They walked in and it was like Black Beach came to the Freeman house. There was a whole crowd in the main living room dancing and twerking and grinding, people throughout the house drinking and talking/shouting, there looked to be a smoking section in the kitchen, and people were definitely getting lit. As they made their way into the kitchen, everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at the elephants in the room. Jazmine held onto both Cindy and Rita's hands as they weaved their way through. As they approached the counter of bottles, Riley lined up five shot glasses. He grabbed the Jack Daniels bottle and started pouring.

"Damn Reezy you ain't wasting no time!" Cindy removed her jacket. Jazmine unzipped hers too and began removing it, until Rita met her halfway and gently pulled it off her shoulders.

"Thank you," Jazmine whispered. Rita nodded and put hers and Cindy's on the coat rack.

"Of course! Ya'll my people!" Riley handed each cup to each person.

"I think you might have one too many there, Riley," Jazmine pointed out.

"He poured the right amount actually," Huey came up behind all of them and grabbed the last shot glass. Jazmine's heart skipped a beat. Cindy's eyes widened. Rita looked lost as to why everyone looked so scared and Riley was just smirking.

"Huey…" Jazmine gasped. This was 100% more uncomfortable Jazmine thought this was going to be. She hadn't seen him in so long and now he was standing right in front of her, giving her that same determined, unaltered look.

"Fro boy!" Cindy shouted over the music. She held out her hand for a dab. Huey kept his stale glance for a couple more seconds before looking at Cindy and dabbing her up. "Much less of a square since I last saw you." Huey threw back his shot and put the glass back on the counter.

"I'm not very well-rounded either," Huey muttered. An awkward silence fell over the group. Literally no one was used to watching Huey Freeman take a shot of liquor.

"Damn bro we was about to toast to the squad!" Riley shouted. Huey shrugged and poured another shot. "Drunk ass nigga."

"Last time I checked this is my party, so shut up," Huey picked up his glass and noticed Rita standing behind Jazmine. "And you would be?"

"Awh that's Rita!" Riley butted in. "Jazmine's boyfr…I mean 'best' friend," Riley air quoted as he chuckled to himself. Jazmine shot daggers at him.

"Shut the fuck up Riley!" Cindy shouted elbowing him in the arm. Rita just stayed quiet but kept her cool.

"She IS my best friend!" Jazmine stated. "And you need to stop throwing slick shots if you know what's good for you." Jazmine hinted with her eyes glaring at him.

"Ohhohoho," Riley threw his hands up fake scared. "Is that a threat?" Jazmine grabbed the neck of a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and held it up to his face.

"I'll bust you upside yo' head with this bottle, now THAT'S a threat," Jazmine said calmly. Riley froze on the spot. "What I gave you was some more than good advice and you'd be wise to put to use." She lowered the bottle and Cindy took it out of her hands.

"Damn bae, don't get us put out!" Cindy held Jazmine to her. "You are so damn sexy when you're mad." Cindy lightly kissed her on the lips. Huey looked away annoyingly.

"Ohhhh, so Mariah finally got some back bone in her," Riley teased.

"Not really, Cindy blew that out a long time ago," Jazmine retorted. Riley's smile disappeared. Cindy and Rita cracked up laughing. Huey rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, a'ight," Riley rolled his eyes.

"Pleasure to meet you," Huey said. Rita nodded back.

"Likewise," Rita said.

"Yeah well, now that we all acquainted and what not," Cindy raised her glass. "To new beginnings and new friendships!" They all clinked their shot glasses and threw them back. Everyone but Huey grimaced as they slammed their shots down on the counter.

"Whoo! Shit!"

"God Damn!"

"Ughh!"

"Eiii Saa!" Riley, Cindy, Jazmine and Rita all shouted. Jazmine felt that buzz immediately. That shot of vodka and half a joint she smoked earlier were all coming together. She looked up and could see that Cindy and Rita looked the same way.

"Ya'll on that shit already?" Riley asked with a surprised look. Cindy gave a dazed smile.

"Nah, dude! It's just that we pre-gamed before we got here. I ain't no light weight!." Cindy said in a slur.

"Well I am," Jazmine giggled raising her hand. "Baaee, I wanna dance," Jazmine said softly. Cindy smirked.

"Let's go then." Cindy muttered.

"You wanna dance, best friend?" Jazmine turned and asked.

"You know I do," Rita said with a light smile. Jazmine grabbed both of their hands and led the way to the main room. Huey and Riley both stood there.

"I knew it would be petty with them two here…but with a whole 'nother DYKE on her ass?!" Riley cracked up laughing. Huey rolled his eyes. "You can't tell me you not salty as fuck right now, nigga."

"Riley, I'm not going to tell you this again..SHUT..THE FUCK…UP," Huey threatened in a low growl. Huey pushed past Riley and got lost in the rest of the party

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