Kim:
After at least twenty minutes of trying to pry Tyga off of the dance floor, we were on our way home.
I looked blankly out the window the whole time while Ty was going on and on about how his fifteen minutes of fame were. I tried to listen but instead but he was just noise to me right now.
It was eleven or so when we pulled in; I was a few minutes passed curfew. Chris' bedroom light was on. He was home.
"Well, did you have fun?" he asked me when he killed the ignition. I turned to look at him but didnt answer.
He took that as a "no," so he rubbed my hair and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too." I sighed and began to open my door, ready for some sleep. Ty stopped me by locking it and I looked at him, confused. He puckered his lips in the goofy way he knew I loved. I couldnt help but giggled a little and I kissed him goodnight.
"'Night, baby." I said and opened my door.
"'Night, Beautiful."
I opened the door after he unlocked it and made my way towards my front door. I twisted the key in the lock and waved at Tyga one last time before I entered the house. The first thing I noticed was the smell of my mother's cooking. I missed dinner.
Sofia was asleep on the couch with a blanket barely around TV screen was showing ending credits to a DVD she was watching and the backround music was blasting. I turned it off and fixed the blanket around my mom.
"Mom...I'm home." I whispered.
She didn't stir. Her breathing was soft so I kissed her on the forehead.
I jogged up the stairs and before I went to my room, I poked my head in on Blake. His eyes were glued to the TV screen where he was watching Spongebob, on the season 5 DVD I got him for his birthday. He hadnt even noticed I walked in. I shut his door lightly and bust through my own door and plopped onto my bed.
What a long night, my body was saying. I agreed by removing my shoes and taking off my jacket.
Temptation made me look out my window to see if I saw Chris. His window was closed and his blinds were down. I rolled my eyes and removed my jeans, leaving me in just Tyga's jersey. I was just about to drift to sleep till I heard the sound of blinds being rustled around. Then I heard a "Psst, Kim!"
I sat up in bed. "Psst, Kim! I know you're home."
I sneered and sat down at my desk that face the window. "Hi," I said simply, trying to look at him.
He rolled his eyes. "Kim. Im sorry-" he started. I put my hand up to stop him.
"Why should you be sorry? You're right. It's none of my business." He had a hell of a lot to be sorry for. It was quite the shock to hear him apologize, though. The only time Ive ever heard him apologize is when he was being a smart-ass or he was forced to.
"But I feel like such a ass anyway," he said and his words fell before they could even reach my window. A ass? He was passed being a ass.
"It's cause you are," I growled back at him, still very angry. He could tell he wasnt making any progress so he shook his head in defeat.
"Jesus, Kim. I try to be nice to you but you still find a way to act like such a bitch."
When he said that I wanted to rip his body apart. Limb from limb, right down to the bone. I was being a bitch? Me? What the hell did Karrueche see in him? He was the most insensitive, selfish bastard I have ever met. I hate him! I really do hate him!
I tried not to yell so I slammed my window shut and I heard him groan. Before I closed the curtains I saw his lips move and he must've been talking to himself because I damn sure wasnt listening.
After plopping down on my bed with my face in my pillow, I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I hated Chris Brown...so fucking much.
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3:23 am
