Chapter 2

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Adrienne's POV

Ariana and I were just finishing getting ready for the party when some of her friends called her.

"Bitch where are you?!" I heard a girl yell into the phone on facetime

"Bitchhhh we're coming please calm down. Be there in 20. Is it deep?" Ariana asked, licking down the blunt she was rolling in the process

"Girl deep ASF. And the football and basketball players are here looking fine as always" She said, laughing at something going on in the background.

I went to go pour 2 or 3 shots for us to take to really get the party started. I threw back one and instantly felt the burning sensation spread through my chest. I took another one and that's when I felt myself becoming tipsy. Ariana comes out of her room with 1 of our 4 blunts we rolled for the party to smoke before we leave.

After smoking and drinking some more we finally got our stuff together to leave. The clock said 10:45pm by the time we were prepared to walk out the door. I looked myself over in the mirror one last time before walking out. I looked good and felt good too!

This was going to be my first party in Baton Rouge and I didn't really know what to expect

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This was going to be my first party in Baton Rouge and I didn't really know what to expect.

"You ready?!" Ariana calls out as she exits her room and closes the door. She looked really pretty too.

" Yup, let's gooo" I sing-song, walking out of our dorm

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" Yup, let's gooo" I sing-song, walking out of our dorm.

We decided to uber since we were high and a little drunk already, knowing that we were going to drink some more at the party. We noticed that it indeed was a lot of people, making it difficult to even get dropped off in the front.

Ariana and I finally made our way inside, with her grabbing my hand as we maneuvered through the crowd towards the section her friends were in. I was nervous to meet them, what if they thought I was ugly? Or lame?

I pushed the thoughts to the back of my head as we approached them. I noticed it was quite a few of them, and I blushed slightly as they turned towards us once we were close.

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