❝ 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤. ❞

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Well shit. . .

You found yourself stuck in an empty street. This was not how you were expecting your night to go. Your dumb Uber dropped you off in the middle of nowhere and told you that the club was just around the corner.

Like . . . what club? There is no club nearby. Not to mention, he was a total douche. You are definitely going to be rating him one star later.

You should’ve just gotten a ride from your friend.

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Pulling out your phone, you move to your contacts and click on “BFF.” You pressed the phone up to your ear, leaning against streetlight as you called. No answer. You sighed and went to call again until you got a call back.

You then answered it and heard a familiar voice from the other line, “Hey bitch! Where you at?” It was your best friend, Ayesha.

There was music playing in the background, you would usually be at the club and meeting up with her at this time.

What a way to start your night. . .