(𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰!!!)

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟔
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐀𝐓𝐋 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡.
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟕:𝟒𝟓 𝐩.𝐦.

"You want me to what ?"

"Be my show girl," the voice spoke through the phone.

"Don't make me regret sending you my number," you respond with attitude. "Do I look like a 'show girl' to you ?"

"You want an honest answer ?"

You sigh. "Bye C."

"Hold up ! Hold up !" Since he didn't hear the phone hang up, C continued. "Hello ?"

"I'm still here," you reply. You turned to silence the giggles coming from JuJu and Bryson as they were getting ready.

"So.. is it a yes ?" You went silent. "It's not like I'm asking you to do anything !"

"What does a show girl do, C ?" He couldn't see you but he could tell you were mean mugging him through the phone.

"Just ride in the passenger seat with me during the little car show and look pretty. That's all."

You chewed your bottom lip and looked back to your friends to see if you should do it. Two thumbs up were shot up so you had your answer. "Fine."

You didn't see nor did you know, but he was celebrating in his mirror. He clears his throat, "Cool. I'll come to get you-"

"No ! I'll meet you at your house. You can't come over here."

"Oh yeah. Forgot you're a Smith," he joked.

You rolled your eyes. "What time should I be over ?" you asked, completely disregarding his last comment.

"In an hour. Gotta get there early. Wear something red for me baby. Okay ?"

You felt as your cheeks heat up. "Blue it is," you responded before hanging up.

"Am I trippin' or did C ask you to be a show girl ?" JuJu walked up behind you. "Oh my God you can't wear that !"

"Already on it !" Bryson shouted, already diving through the immense amount of clothes you had in your closet.

"Y'all trippin'. What's the big deal ?"

"(y/n) ! C never asks anyone to be his showgirl ." Juju exclaimed, taking down the style that he previously put your braids into.

"Plus be so for real. A crop top and jeans aren't cutting it for this event."

𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫..

(𝐲/𝐧)'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐭..^

"I still can't believe y'all got me wearing this," you grumble, adjusting the tight red top as you talked to your friends on the phone.

"Girl you know you like it," JuJu replies, followed by Bryson's laugh.

"Wait. What are you still doing in the car ? He's waiting, girl !" Bryson exclaimed, taking the phone from JuJu.

"Alright alright," you say rolling your eyes. "I'll call you guys when we're there."

"Trust me we'll know," JuJu laughs before hanging up.

You take one more breath because to be honest, you were nervous. Of all people why would C ask you to be his "show girl"? And what would your dad say if he found out you were riding in a car show, which was something he hated, in a flashy car with C, who he probably knows of. You got out of your car and walked up to his door, your stomach twisting and turning as you knocked.

The door was fast to open, as if he was waiting by the door for you. You watched as C's eyes widened, looking at you from your feet to your face. He spent extra time looking at your face though. "What happened to blue ?" C teased, as he stepped outside, keys and phone in hand.

You shrugged, "Couldn't find any blue fits."

He laughed at your nonchalantness. "You look aight," he shrugs, earning a side eye from him. "Kidding ! You ready though ?"

You nod and follow him to the red low ride that look like it was fresh out the car wash. Before you got to get to your door, C jogs up to open the door for you. You giggle a little and get in. Once he got in, he started the car and put down the sunroof. Certain that he would drive like a mad man, you put your seatbelt on. And you were right to do so. "Wanna pick the music ?" C looked at you, handing you his aux cord.

You took it slowly and plugged it into your phone. "Sure," you responded. You didn't really have a particular set of songs you wanted to play so you put on one of your many old school playlists, filled with songs from the 2000s. Your music began to play and in no time flat, you were in the lot. It didn't take long for it to be C's turn to showcase his car so he turned to you. "Sit on top," he demanded. At first you were confused but realized he was talking about the space above your seat. So you followed his directions and the second you did he said, "Hold on."

The low rider began to do what it did best. It bounced up and down as he strolled through the crowd of admiring stares. In that crowd, you peeped your friends, to which you waved and blew kisses to. "See ? Told you being a show girl was for you," C said, taking his eyes off of the trail in front of him for a quick second to look at you. And he was happy he did. The way you looked down at him, your face only showing with the Juke's parking lot lights illuminating your face. He would've stayed in that trance if he didn't feel your hand touch his shoulder.

"Pay attention," you laugh. He listened, turning back around to face in front of them. However, your hand stayed on his shoulder. To you it was really to keep yourself stable but to him it gave him the biggest feeling of pride. The Princess,herself, openly touching him on the shoulder. Actually the more he thought about it, the more he realized it wasn't that big of a deal but it still didn't change how he felt. Didn't change how anyone watching felt for that matter. Different envious not only hit you, but hit C. Many guys have tried and failed to talk to you. Not because you were stuck up but because they were way too cocky and didn't even like you for the weird self you were behind closed doors. But somehow C landed it. C was the one who sparked your interest and he wasn't even a private school kid ! Go figure.

"(y/n). Come back down for a sec," C called, taking your hand to help lower you back down in the seat. "You may wanna grab onto something."

"Why ?"

"You'll see."

Without hesitation, you grabbed onto the side of the door and braced for whatever was coming next. Suddenly, you watch as C changed a setting in his car before doing two donuts and ending in a perfect drift, that landed him perfectly into a parking spot. Different cheers and whistles followed the stunt.

Under any other circumstances, you would've thrown up and probably freaked out. But it was different. This time you were actually enjoying yourself and dare I say it, trusted C enough for him to do it. Since there was still time until the Juke opened and for more people to showcase their cars, your friends met around his car to hang out and listen to music, as was a Juke tradition. "I didn't think you'd do it, jackass !" Jean came up laughing, as he performed their secret handshake.

"Didn't think you'd be able to hang either (y/n)," Sasha teased, leaning against the car door.

"Oh my sis can hang," JuJu rebutted. "Matter fact, next time drive the car into a backflip and end with six donuts."

Bryson hit him upside the head. "Shut up, stupid."

"I'm surprised at you too, Princess. I would've thought you would freak out," C turned to you, slowly lowering his hands from the wheel.

"Please I know how to have fun," you laugh.

"Alright ya'll Juke's open ! And boy put that cigarette down ! Before I tell yo' grandmomma ," Mr. Nelson called all across the parking lot.

Your friends began to go inside. As you started to get out the car , you felt a hand grab yours in attempt to make you stay. "Wait !" You did as C said and turned to him, waiting to see what there was to wait for. It was a brief moment of silence since the two of you were subconsciously blocking out the noise of your surroundings. "I- I just uh. Wanted to say thanks. For you know."

You nodded. "No problem ! I had fun ," you answered, which was not a lie.

"And I also wanted to see-"

"Yo C ! Glad I got to catch you. You got any stars on you ?" A skinny white boy came up to the side of the car, leaning over the side of C's car door.

"Watch the paint bro," C said which made the boy get off. The boy let out a small, nervous chuckle. "Yeah I got it."

Did you have a clue what 'stars' were ? Absolutely not. Were you curious ? Definitely.

"Cool. How much ?" The boy asked, rubbing his hands together, excitedly.

"You need them now ?" C questioned.

"Yeah. How much ?"

"Thirty for three." C let out a sigh and got out the car to go to the trunk. "I'll be quick, (y/n)."

"So (y/n)..I've heard about you," the boy said.

"Did you now ?" you ask, mockingly.

"Yeah. The private school Princess," he laughed. "Just joking ! But you were great out there."

You give him a small smile. "Thanks."

The boy looked back at C, who was still rummaging around the trunk, before speaking again, this time opting to lean back onto his door. "You know if the dealer doesn't go smoothly with Daddy Smith, I'll be glad to take that spot."

It didn't take long for you to laugh directly in his face. And not because he referred to your father as "Daddy Smith" but because C came back a little earlier than expected. You watched as C tapped the boy on his shoulder, causing for him to jump up. "Thought I told you about the paint bro. Damn near scuffed my shit," C said, coming off as which he was joking. But you both knew he wasn't.

"Oh yeah ! Sorry about that."

C kept a small smile on his face. "Your stars." The boy is quick to whip out the thirty that C wanted but instead of taking the crumpled bills, C stopped his hand. "Woah what's this ?" the buzzcutted boy asked.

"Thirty. For the stars ?"

"Damn. I would've thought from that little talk you and (y/n) had, you would've known."

"Known what ?"

"Ten dollar fee for speaking to my show girl. Plus ten more because.. you know inflation, or some shit."

"Bullshit, C. You're acting like this for her ?"

"And ten more for leaning on my car."

"Or what ?"

C shrugs. "You definitely won't find anyone else who'll deal to your ass. Should I bring up-"

"Dude, here." Without another moment of hesitation, the boy handed over the now sixty dollars he owed C before C tossed the 'stars' to him.

After the guy walked away, grumbling all types of curses under his breath, C made his way to your side of the car, opening the door for you. "Sorry about all that, Princess."

"'S fine," you respond, getting out of the car. As the two of you began walking through the parking lot, you decided to ask the question that's been on your mind for the past few minutes. "What're 'stars' ?"

C went silent, slightly amazed by your innocence. 'Stars' are something his dad developed but he just recently started selling it, wanting to work out a few kinks. It was a new party drug on the streets and nobody knew he was in the center of it. They appeared as little pieces of paper, with rainbow stars but were in fact a version of LSD that gave those who used it a more pleasant and longer high. And since C spent time to perfect it, it didn't have many long term effects. However like all drugs, there's always gonna be something. So no matter what his answer was, best believe he wouldn't think about letting you have any. "You ever had LSD ?"

You shake your head no.

"It's like that but better."