The Best Friend's Contract
Shoving both of my hands into my slacks' pockets, I turn to look at the two doors opening, revealing Kenna but in a shorter wedding dress, hair down in waves and eyes are staring at me directly.
''See me up in the club with fifty-leven girls. Posted in the back diamond fangs in my grill, Brooklyn brim with my eyes sitting low. Every boy in here with me got that smoke and every girl in here gotta look me up and down. All on Instagram, cake by the pound, circulate the image every time I come around. G's up, tell me how I'm looking, babe,'' She starts to sing which causes everyone to cheer loudly, leaving me smiling at her—eyeing down her toned body.