JADA (18+)

A Night To Remember

                            Jada

I've been awake for the past hour and since then I've been scrolling through social media. I don't know, it just brings me a different type of joy when I remember it's Saturday and I have the whole day to myself.

I'm even more happy now when I remember that Tash invited me to this club to partaay. It's been a while since my throat has been burned by alcohol along with my taste buds protesting against it's bitter taste and the thought of that had anxious butterflies erupting in my stomach. Jeez! What am I gonna wear?

The scent of fried eggs had my stomach turning. I didn't even remember I was hungry ever since my mind had been refreshed with the thought of partying.

It's been that long? Gosh.

Maybe, I could wear that silver dress with my sparkly heels or just some casual jeans and a T-shirt. Nah, that's boring. I wanna be a bit overdressed and underdressed at the same time. A little bit of both.

I should call my mom. It's a bit strange she hasn't called me since yesterday. I'm gonna visit her in my spare time today if I can, I mean I want to.

"Yuh nuh wake yet?" Tash asks aggressively unlocking my bedroom door and frightening me in the process. That was so unexpected.

"weh di door do yuh and suppose mi ketch heart attack bloodclaaat no sah" I swear she is so not serious. Trying to give me a heart attack over such a simple question. I'm sure she heard my very loud laughter at random Instagram reels.

"calm down it's not that deep breakfast done cook come eat it" she replied before disappearing behind the door almost immediately.....what?

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Tash and I are dress shopping since she didn't like any of my dresses (most of them being the ones she bought me)
I don't like the ones she's choosing either. Ugh... I'm so hungry. I'm not built for this

"How yuh suh boring? Put on sumn mek di man dem look pan yuh man. Memba seh yuh single inuh yuh dress like yuh have a man a control yuh" She replied after I declined the.... not even a dress.

Cuz I'm sure the size of my breasts wouldn't support the tiny covering. We're so different she's just..out there and down to earth I need her to teach me because once I become like her I'm unstoppable.

"what about this?" she asked raising this green silk dress in front of me. Her smile grew at my silent approval. The dress was perfect but it's a nightclub the dress looks fit for the occasion of a Met Gala. It's not like we're going into the VIP section of the club either.

I could just make one big buy and wear it for another special occasion. Maybe Tash was right after all I should dress like I'm single.

"It looks...good-" Without waiting for my sentence to finish, she threw the dress over her arm and made her way to the cashier. Ok.....I won't do anything I like the dress. What if I didn't though?

I guess she would know.

We just have two more stops left to make food and a new set of concealers to cover the huge mark on my face.

The mark that ran from the bridge of my nose stopping at my right ear.
I've had it since I was six. It was given to me by my older sister in an attempt to spoil my beauty. How much prettier I'd look without the scar. Unfortunately, we can't reverse time so concealers and foundations will have to do for now.

I won't get into how exactly she gave it to me now. But I will. Just not now.

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Tash and I spent the rest of the evening getting ready by now it was around 8:50 the party starts at 9 but we won't show up at exactly 9 like around 10:30