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to come get us. After three shots of Apple Cîroc and some hunch punch, I was really feeling myself. They had the twerk songs going back to back, so we politely made our way back to the dance floor and continued shaking our asses.
    I was in the middle of my signature move before I heard shots rings out. Everyone started scattering like roaches, as if the exterminator himself walked up in this bitch. I quickly grabbed Halee, so we could take cover. Before I knew it, the two fine ass men grabbed us and placed us inside of a cocaine white Navigator. Whatever their occupation was, they were getting it.
    “What the fuck is going on?! I’m NOT leaving my car!” Halee screamed at them and I agreed. Shit, they were brand fucking new. Someone wouldn’t hesitate to break into them.
    “Calm the hell down; we taking y’all back to get y’all cars after shit die down,” one of the guys told us. We said nothing as we sat back and took in the outside breeze. Before I knew it, we were pulling up into a nice sized condo. “Ok y’all, we gone get out and y’all are going to get out ya fucking feelings. We had some fellas we know tow y’all car, so they will be here in a minute,” the one who snapped on us said.
    We shook our heads and headed inside the house. It was like a fucking game room; they had everything from a game box to a Ps4 in here. Being that I had brothers, I immediately wanted to turn on the PS4 and started playing 2K. Halee sat beside me watching. Being that my father and my brothers were in the game, I knew I had to watch my surroundings. So, I was on my P’s and Q’s.
    “Yo, y’all want something to drink?” the other one asked.
    “Nah, we good. We don’t know y’all and we don’t know what kinda shit y’all on!” I snapped for both of us. You could never be too comfortable in these kinds of situation. For all I knew, we were with the enemy and that’s why I was so hell bent on leaving here. My phone started ringing and it was my father. Figuring that he heard about the shoot out, I shot him a quick text telling him we were fine and hanging out with some friends. I didn’t want him causing himself to have a heart attack, so I played it cool.
    “Aight, well let’s get to know one another then,” one said. I took his appearance in. He was light skin with a nicely cut fade. He was tatted up like crazy and you could tell he had money. This nigga had on True Religion everything. His sneakers looked like they had just came out of the box. I would’ve flirted, but he wasn’t my type so, Halee would have him, if that case arrived.
    “Well, my name is Miracle and this is my best friend more like sister, Halee,” I told him.
    “Your turn,” Halee said, laughing.
    “Aight, my name is Marquis and this quiet muthafucker right here is Dallas,” Marquis said. I looked over at the quiet one and lord, I’m not lying, but my heart skipped a beat. Baby was fine as hell. He had some back length dreads that looked to be freshly twisted and like Quis, he was tatted, but he had more. They were all on his neck. His eyes were dark grey and they fit perfectly against his dark skin; he looked like the man who played on Creed. Yeah, the boxer, only with dreads though. So, you know he was fine.
    “Ok, we feel that,” Halee said, talking like a true black girl. I laughed at her before stealing another glance at Dallas.  He caught me staring but when he did, he didn’t even break his glare.
    “Let me holla at you, Ms. Halee,” Quis said, noticing Dallas and I’s attraction. They walked outside, leaving me and Dallas in here looking crazy as hell.
    “How old are you?” his deep baritone voice caused my panties to start seeping with my juices.
    I cleared my throat and pressed my thighs together before answering. “I’m 18, my birthday is July 19 th ,” I told him. “What about you?” I asked, sending the question right back at his ass.
    “I’m 23, just turned 23,” he stated back. Before I knew it, we