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the fuck up.
    “Make sure that girl takes y’all straight to the party, and do not let her drive y’all home unless you know she’s sober. Call me if she’s not,” my grandmother stated as she stood in the doorway of my room.
    I nodded my head and sprayed my Juicy Couture perfume all over my body.
    “Do me,” Matikah walked in and spun around as I sprayed her with the perfume.
    HONK!
    “That must be Goldie’s ignorant ass.” My grandma shook her head and walked away as Matikah and I laughed.
    I grabbed my little clutch, gave myself one more look in the mirror, and then left out to go party.
        We pulled up to the venue on Boylston Street, and you could hear the loud music all the way inside Goldie’s car. It was literally drowning out what we were listening to.
    “There is a park,” I pointed, and Goldie zoomed to it and swooped in.
    “Let’s smoke one before we go in,” she smiled and reached into her glove compartment, crossing over me.
    “Nah, I’m not trying to roll up in there smelling like a dime sack, let me out,” I shook my head, and Matikah scooted to the door closest to the curb, signaling she agreed with me.
    “Square ass bitches,” Goldie sucked her teeth, put the weed away, and then unlocked the door.
    Goldie looked nice in a white dress that I’m sure she bought in a smaller size because it was hugging her small frame like crazy.
    The line to the party was all the way down the sidewalk, and I was thankful that I didn’t have to wait. Tonight the streets were busy as fuck, and I guess because this was a club street basically, it seemed so crowded and loud.
    “I’m Kimberlyn Harrey, I should be on Gang’s guest list,” I said to the bouncer.
    He declined to respond and just looked down at his clipboard for a few moments. He then pulled out this white thing, and waved for my hand before stamping it.
    “Says you have two guests?”
    “Yes, this is Goldie Taylor, and Matikah Jacobson,” I pointed over my shoulder. He stamped their hands, and then pulled the rope away for us.
    “Damn bitch, you’re already enjoying the perks of being Gang’s girl,” Goldie nudged me and I chuckled.
    The three of us danced our way into the party, moving our bodies to “Still Here,” by Drake. I looked around until I saw a big ass VIP of niggas, but I didn’t see Gang. I saw there were four guys dressed really nicely, but in dark colors. They were drinking, smoking, and getting lap dances from some girls, all while their homies partied up too. They stood out from their friends though. A sudden feeling of nervousness came over me as I wondered if they were the Quintons. Why was I nervous?
    “That’s them,” Goldie whispered to me.
    “Who?” I frowned, halfway knowing the answer.
    “Her obsession,” Matikah rolled her eyes and checked the time on her iPhone.
    “Oh, the Quintons,” I nodded and looked back up there.
    I couldn’t make out their faces, but something about what I could see was very attractive. I loved men who were well dressed, and all four of them were. Their calm demeanor spoke volumes, and although I hated to admit it, I was interested. I wanted to be over there, but I knew it was unlikely that I’d gain entrance.
    “There’s Gang, Peel, and Peel’s girlfriend, Hayden,” Matikah pointed upwards.
    “Come on,” I huffed.
    We all held hands in a line, and rushed up to the VIP where Gang was sitting with Peel, Hayden, and a couple of random homies. Gang was the King out here, so every nigga wanted to be his homie, and bitches wanted to be his girl. To make matters worse, he was sexy.
    “Sup boo,” Gang smiled once I neared him, then stood up to hug my body tightly in his strong arms.
    “Hey, you look nice,” I blushed.
    “Thanks, I try, and so do you.” He bit his lip and then pressed his mouth against mine. I never felt sparks when I kissed him, but he was cute, respectful, and had money, so I was gonna work with him.
    I cupped his chin lightly as we kissed,