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why the hell did I even come here? the night was still young in the eyes of some but late in the eyes of others. I guess I fall in the middle: I don't care. It was supposed to be a night of fun with the guy that I assumed was the love of my life at this point in time, but not after finding that piece of shit in the bathroom of this house party railing against some blonde Playboy bunny reject. She wouldn't have been that bad had she not had her eyes drooped so low or had her makeup smeared like a 1960s rock band groupie.

it's beyond me how anyone could possibly be having fun here. The smell of marijuana and booze lingered faintly from the outside to the inside, the constant flow of people coming in and out making the atmosphere stuffy and heated. People being close to touching each other in more ways than one made sweat and alcohol present on the drinkers but humid to others. Witnessing the usual amount of pick-me girls that try their hardest to grind on the athletes and frat guys made me chuckle in the back of my mind. Seeing dishes smashed, bottles of alcohol from the sweetness of Smirnoff and White Claw variety packs to the strongest of Crown Royal and New Amsterdam littered the place, and remnants of cocaine powder scattered across the marble countertops as if the last cup of flour somehow exploded in various directions.

But because I have manners, unlike the others here, allow me to introduce myself—my name's Y/N L/N. I'm 21 years old and am studying at UCLA. I'm your typical nerd, but with a plot twist, and no I didn't pay to get my acceptance letter or kiss ass to be accepted. Shoutout to Aunt Becky why don't you? My family is famous in Los Angeles and Hollywood, a long line of entertainers and business moguls. I chose to distance myself from the public eye for schooling, which has been working out in my favor for the most part. I'm the only female child of my parents, aside from my 3 older brothers who are big-time record executives respectfully.

this party is in full swing at this point but it isn't out of control yet. I just hope that this one doesn't get raided, like last time. That was a pain in the ass to drive away from. It's spring break for us now in our final semester before finishing sophomore year. I know it probably doesn't seem like much is happening in my life, but there is. I just won't reveal it just yet.

I start to make my way to the backyard when I felt a small tug on my arm. I immediately begin to tug my arm until I realize who it is.

"Why are you acting like that Y/N?" The voice that I dreaded to hear. Kyree. Kyree is now an ex-piece of shit that I considered my boyfriend. At least up until 5 minutes ago.

I scrunch up my face in annoyance and snatch my arm away. Good thing no one is behind me or else they would've gotten a nice bruise from my sudden movement.

"The fuck do you mean 'why am I acting like this?' You're just gonna act like you weren't just fucking around with that cocaine-fueled ass blondie in the bathroom? I'm not fucking stupid Kyree," I said with venom in my tone of voice. I could tell it irked him a little but I ain't give a shit.

"I should be asking your ass the same question. why the fuck have YOU been like this lately? you only fuck with me when it's convenient for you and that is some shit I'm not cool with," I said and walked past him to the front door. This shit just killed my whole mood entirely, but I ain't down to feel sympathy for myself or this nigga. No sir, that isn't me.

"Y/N! We can talk about this!" Kyree said as he tried to keep up with me. Seeing him stumble over his own steps and his words just to get close to me was more than enough for me to get away and out the door. Sure there were people coming in and out but I didn't care. I didn't wanna be here any longer and decided to just get in my car and drive back to my apartment. I got out in the safest way manageable, without the exemption of wasted college kids being in the way like deer in headlights.

Arriving at my apartment felt like such a relief. I couldn't imagine being anywhere else. I took my shoes and my jacket off after checking to make sure my apartment was secure. I pulled out my phone to double-check the Ring camera for any suspicious activity, but to my satisfaction there was none. Other than the occasional passerby that walked across it, there was nothing to report.

I walked to the bathroom and began to run the shower. Hearing Brent Faiyas' "Been Away" playing from the speaker mounted on the wall made me destress. Hopefully, this shower will ease my nerves and wash me off from dealing with sorry-ass niggas. The streets may call soon, but right now it's a hell no. The shower's steam radiated around me as my body eased into its soft touches, allowing my body to give in fully to the atmosphere of eucalyptus and vanilla. The shower made me drift into a sea of ease and carefree feelings. Something that seemed to be missing from me for a while.

After the intense euphoria faded away, I returned to my bedroom. The creams, beiges, and browns of my room radiated from the ember-colored lamps that illuminated the room. The glow allowed my skin to feel warm again, contempt warmth. The city's lights and freeways lit up in colors of reds, whites, and occasional oranges or electric blues. Cars inching down the Los Angeles freeways reminded me a lot of ants, following one after another.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me back to earth, seeing Kyree's name displayed on the screen. FaceTime? Hell no. I shrugged and let it ring, leaving him to dial 3 more times before blocking the number entirely. Don't call me, don't text me, in the words of Thundercat. I glanced over at my calendar on the wall and saw Saturday. Nothing planned, great time to sleep in. I lay in my bed under the duvet, just letting it consume me. This was the closest I was going to get as far as a comforting hug.

It wasn't until I heard my phone ring again and let out a groan. Who the hell would be calling me at 1:46 am when all I wanna do is sleep? I grabbed my phone off the charger and saw the name smiling softly. Jadyn, my best friend. The only one who fully understands who the hell I am in this world. I answer and put it on speaker, setting it on my chest.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Y/N, what you doing?" He said as I heard movement in the background. It sounded like he was in his kitchen. Probably midnight snacking again.

"I was about to fall asleep but you know Kyree keeps blowing up my phone," I sighed, with an accompanying eye roll to follow as if he could see it.

"Yeah, I heard that he was fucking some blonde chick in the bathrooms at the frat house party. Told your ass to leave him alone," Jadyn said and I sighed again.

"Yeah I know but I just needed something to force me to do so.. you know me too well to know why I did that," I said and sat up hearing some pots and pans. "I know good and damn you aren't late-night cooking again while you over here flaming my ass," I laughed.

"Girl, I wanted a grilled cheese whatchu mean?" Jadyn gasped dramatically. "At least my grilled cheese isn't a walking red flag," he smirked and continued to cook his grilled cheese.

"Touche bitch touche," I said and went to the kitchen myself, grabbing a wine glass and some pink rosé to pour myself a glass. I needed a glass to deal with this man's shenanigans. "Anyways, how did your last round of midterms go?"

"Girl, I took them shits then dipped. Except for that one professor I know been making goo-goo eyes at me.." Jadyn said and I chuckled.

"You know she's married to a woman right? She gayer than a box of Crayola crayons," I snorted a little hearing silence on the other end. "How the hell did you not know that? Everyone knows that" I laughed taking a sip.

"Ain't that some shit," he pouted and finished making his grilled cheese. "Now I won't have me a lil sugar mama for the summer," he said and sighed earning a chuckle from me. "Onto greater things I guess."

"Don't sound so sad Ja. You did have your eyes on her teaching aid. She was a heavy flirt so why not shoot your shot?" I said and could literally feel his mood shift.

"You're right.. lemme go do that shit right now. Bye red flag lover." Jadyn laughed and I playfully gasped. "Bye cougar hustler," I said and hung up before he could react. I giggled and sipped my wine walking to the large ceiling-to-floor windows. The view brings me peace, something I really need right now.

My phone vibrated and I glanced down to see a text from Jadyn with just a single middle finger and crying emoji, making me giggle shaking my head. I took the final sip of my wine and went back to my room and climb back into bed. I glanced at my phone one more time and put it on do not disturb. No more interruptions, more sleep.

I relaxed as best as I could before sleep consumed my body for it to hold through the night. Let's hope tomorrow doesn't give me any new surprises.