My Turn.

My Turn: The Way You Make Me Feel.

My Turn (5.): The Way You Make Me Feel.

"And there you go, girl." Nel took the last roller from my hair. "Cute outfit."

"Thanks, boo." I smirked.

Chris knocked on the door, then walked in. "Where you goin?" he asked with his brows furrowed.

"Out."

"Out where?"

"To dinner."

He flicked my forehead. "Stop being a smart ass. Where you goin', kid?"

I groaned. "King wants to take me-"

"No."

"See, that's why I didn't say anything."

I grabbed my Chanel purse, and pulled Nel from the bathroom. She walked around the room to her suitcase and picked out her pajamas for the evening. She turned around and noticed Chris was in my bedroom. "Ah!" she exclaimed.

"What? Are you hurt?" Chris said to her, reaching out an arm in her direction.

"Alisha," she whispered.

"What?"

"Chris Brown is talking to me!"

I rolled my eyes as the doorbell rang. I practically sprinted down the stairs before Chris could, but he beat me to it.

He yanked open the door. "Fuck you here for?" he growled.

"I can't see my god daughta'?" the oh-so familiar voice said.

"No, nigga."

He pushed Chris aside before coming into my view. "Wazzam, mama."

"Um.." I said quietly. "I'm going out."

"No she's not."

"Um, yes, I am. Thank you." I grabbed my black pea coat and called King. "Hello?"

"Hey gorgeous. You ready?" he answered with a smirk I just knew was plastered onto his face.

"Yeah, are you here?"

"Yeah I'm here, come on out."

"Okay." Instead of saying goodbye, I hung up because I was about to see him. I ran back upstairs to tell Chanel that I was leaving and she smirked in return. Then I walked back downstairs and slid my heels on. "I'm just going with King to dinner and ice cream. I'll be back by curfew."

"Fine." Chris sighed in defeat. "If something pops off, who do you call?"

"Ghostbusters."

He mushed my head. "No, smart ass. Me or Michael. Your dad's having his concert tonight so he'll be home around one-thirty. I'ma be here when you get back at eleven."

"You ca' also call me, mama." August said behind August.

"No, don't call him."

"I'll call Michael." I said, already irritated. "Can I leave now?"

Chris kissed my forehead and gave me a side hug. "Love your face."

"Love yours." I replied.

August reached his arms out for a hug. I shook my head no.

"No. You're a bitch. And I don't hug bitches."

Chris tried to hold back his laughter as I pushed past August and walked out the house and onto the pavement where I met King at his jet black Range Rover. "Hey beautiful." he said.