14.

                                    

                                          
A/N: double update 😌
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Y/n's POV
Mansion Party
Houston, Tx
Saturday (night)
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"Aye, I'm finna go get another drink? You want sum?" I asked, tapping Ty on the shoulder while he talked to LeToya. "Uh nah, I'm good. Preciate' it though." I nodded at his response before turning to LeToya.
"I'll let you know if I see your friend." I said referring to LaTavia. They had arrived together, but she said she hadn't seen her since they've gotten here.
After pushing past a crowd of people, I finally made it to the counter of alcoholic drinks. I decided to mix pineapple juice and Don Julio before I felt a tap on my shoulder causing me to turn around. "You gonna fix me a drink?"
I looked down at LaTavia as I sipped on my drink. "What you want, love?" I turned my attention back to the counter as she scanned her options. 
"What do you have?" She turned to me with her hand resting on my bicep. 
"Don and pineapple juice. That's what you want?" She nodded at my question, and I grabbed her a cup and started mixing. "Try it."
She took a sip, looking at me over the cup. "You fucking with it?" I laughed.
"I'm fucking with it." She grinned.
"Where have you been, though? I feel like I haven't seen you since we met. When it was me and the girls." She asked leaning onto the counter.
"Uh, I've been busy with ball and stuff."
"I've been hanging with Beyoncé, though." After I said that, I felt a shift in her mood. "What?" I asked.
"What?" She asked back with a small frown.
"You stiffened up when I said your homegirl name. What's up?" I asked taking another sip of my drink.
She shrugged before speaking. "Are y'all talking? You like her, or anything?"
Mentally, I was deciding rather I wanted to fuck with this girl or not. I knew from the initial touch on my arm and the way she was looking that she was feeling a nigga. It just makes more sense now with the way she's trying to figure out me and Bey's status.
"We getting to know each other, but not on no relationship shit. Yo homegirl cool." I shrugged with a grin. "Why you asking?" 
She hummed and swayed, taking a sip of her drink. "This is actually good."
I smacked my lips. "Yeah, you playing." I pointed my finger as she tried to change the subject.
She laughed. "Shut up, I'm just trying to see if I can get to know you. Beyoncé cool and all though, if that's what you want."
I wanted to frown at her last statement, but I reframed. Shawty shading her friend on the low, that's crazy. "Beyoncé is cool." I mumbled still grinning.
"Ok, so you do like her?" She rolled her eyes.
I laughed. "Nah, but why you doing allat? Ain't that your friend?"