𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟒:𝟑𝟐 𝐏𝐌 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐌𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐀’𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

You had flown out to Florida earlier in the week to visit family, but when your boy Zay hit you up about a party at his beach house, you and A’zaria pulled up without hesitation. The spot was packed—music blasting, drinks flowing, and all your mutual friends catching up like old times.

You were mid-conversation with a female friend, nothing outta pocket, just casual talk. She laughed at something you said—nothing crazy—but before you could even process it, you felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of your face. You already knew who it was before you even turned around.

A’zaria sat a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes locked on you like she was seconds away from starting some mess. That signature mean mug of hers was in full effect, and you knew exactly what time it was. Fighting a smirk, you excused yourself from the conversation and made your way over to her, plopping down next to her.

She didn’t say a word, just hit you with the hardest side-eye you’d seen in a minute.

“Wassup wit you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice cool, even though you already knew what had her tight.

She slowly turned her head, looking at you like you were the dumbest person on earth. “Wassup wit Ms. Laughin’-at-errthang-you-say? You ain’t that funny.”

That thick Atlantan accent was coming out heavy, and you knew right then—you were in trouble.