US OR NOTHING

46.

Christopher Maurice Brown.
📍Los Angeles Downtown CA.

"Nah we just gon go home, Jordan had a lil too much to drink." I chuckled while we walked out of the restaurant.

My arm was wrapped around Jordan's shoulder and she had her arm around my waist.

"Alright let us know when you guys get home," LeBron said, he dapped me up before giving Jordan a side hug. Kyrie did the same before the girls hugged Jordan and gave me a side hug.

We parted ways and made our way to the car.

"I didn't even drink that much," Jordan mumbled while I opened her side of the door.

"I know baby, but I'm tired asfuck and I wanna lay under you all night instead of being in a club." I shrugged before closing her door and jogging towards my side.

Backing out of the parking lot, I waited for the paparazzi that was behind my car to go out of the way before I make headlines again saying I ran someone over.

"Aye move out of the way bruh !" I yelled after I rolled the window down.

"Chris! How is it going for you at the Lakers ?" Some guy asked while snapping pictures from my face, weird-ass people.

"Aye homie if you don't watch out the only one you gon be asking questions is God when I ran yo ass over." I snapped.

They finally got out of the way and I managed to get out of this parking lot.

"I need gas babe," I said looking at the tank pictogram on my dashboard.

"Alright." She nodded while scrolling down her phone, I drove towards the gas station before getting out to fill my tank.

Getting out of the car to fill the tank there was this guy with his camera, how they knew we were here I don't know.

"Sup Chris." He nodded and I nodded back, I'm too tired to complain about his camera.

When I was done I got back in the car and started driving home.

Stopping at a red light Jordan sighed heavily, I looked over with a frown she was reading something on her phone.

"What's wrong ?" I asked concerned.

"Tell me why the hell that bitch wants to tell the shade room that you and she are friends." She rolled her eyes and I immediately knew she was talking about Robyn again.

"I don't know baby." I sighed.

"I don't get why she feels like you and she should be friends, lying on your name and shit." She shook her head and I continued driving.

"She is lying right ?" Jordan asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

"Yeah, baby she is lying." I sighed.

"Why are you saying it like that ?" She asked.

"Like what ?" I looked confused.

"Like you tired of hearing me talk and you just say what I wanna hear." She said.

"I'm not, I'm just tired of this subject talk about something else man. I'm just trynna go home and lay under you, I don't give a fuck about Robyn or anybody else. Just you." I said clearly starting to become annoyed with her insecurity.

"Oh wow, so you get mad at me cause you can't control your groupies." She scoffed.

"I don't have to fucking control anything, I don't give a fuck about them. You just delusional seeing things that aren't there." I shook my head.