Kim:
"Chris, do you even know how worried I was?"
"Im sorry, Karrueche."
"You're always sorry but you never mean it! Chris, I swear sometimes I wonder why I'm with you," Kae huffed.
"Because you've got a reputation to keep up, remember?"
"Is that why you think I'm with you? I love you for you but you're making it really hard to do that if all we ever do is fight."
"I don't wanna fight anymore, Kae."
"Neither do I."
There was a long pause. I assumed they were hugging it out or kissing.
"No more fighting, okay?" Kae said in an innocent, angelic voice.
"No more fighting. I promise."
I heard them kiss and winced a little.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Yeah, let's go." She responded.
There was a door slam and moments later, there was an engine starting.
It made me wonder what the hell they could be fighting about now. I dont understand how a couple could fight so much and still be together. How did Chris do it? How did Chris manage to make Kae mad this early in the morning? It must have something to do with where he went last night after he left my house. I didn't mind when they fought. I only minded it when they fought, with the window open, and then they disrupted my sleep.
I yawned happily as I heard the noise of his car go down the road.
Today was Sunday and my mom and Justin probably already went out for Sunday brunch. They usually left me at home, which was nice. I normally would've invited Tyga over but right now it was hard to look at him considering the fact that I made out with Chris. It was technically cheating, yes, but I was the victim. He kissed me.
It wasnt that I didnt like the kiss. I just didnt wanna feel guilty about it.
...
Chris:
I liked girls.
All kinds of girls.
I especially loved girls who wore tiny gym shorts and training bras while jumping around all over each other. To be perfectly honest, I was the only player from the team whose girlfriend dragged him along for cheerleading practice. It was so awkward for me to be watching my teammate's girlfriends jump and flip around in tight little outfits. Especially if Karrueche is one of them. I get how she came to see me practice but I doubt it was a double standard.
It was extra awkward because I think I had slept with at least half of them. Kae knew that but she still insisted I come.
I didn't wanna be here even though watching these girls twerk themselves was kind of entertaining. Right now I'd rather be at home, asleep or at least getting tutored by Kim.
Kim.
The classic girl next door.
The neighborhood beauty.
I didnt care if she had a boyfriend and I had a girlfriend; Kim was fucking cute.
What I would give to see her in a tiny, cheerleading outfit. I smiled and shook my head at my sex drive and tried to pay attention.
It was hard too when almost all the girls on the squad looked like horses and geese. Their bodies were tight and all but their faces were just horrid.
As someone called that they do the routine again, I only groaned with frustration and threw my head back in aggravation. I swear if I had to stay another minute...
I guess, in a way this was my punishment. The only reason I havent left yet is because I knew I had to stay.
Kae meant a lot to me but I was wishing she hadnt dragged me along to her two hour cheerleading practice.
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2:34pm
