Blinded Love

Chapter 3

Ciara
It was around 7:48 in the morning and my phone kept ringing. I groaned in frustration, grabbed my phone off the charger. Makara was calling me, what the hell do she want?

"Makara Tyrae Coleman, what could you possibly want?"

"Mornin' sunshine! You ready for tonight?"

"I guess so, what movie are we going to see anyway?"

"Furious 7. Before we go there, we're going to Applebee's, you down?"

"Yeah, what time?"

"Well the move start at 9. It's Saturday, so Applebee's might be a little busy. The wait may be about 20 minutes, how does 7:00 sound?" She asked cheerfully.

"7 sounds okay, I'll meet y'all there. Who's going?"

"Naz, Que, Arianna, August--"

"AUGUST!?" I cut her off and yelled.

"Yeah August, nigga. Don't start acting shy on me now Ci."

"Ugh, okay. Fine, I'll be there at 7. Now get the fuck off my line, I'm tired."

"Fuck you too, heifer. Bye!"

I laughed and hung up. I can't believe August is gonna be there tonight, oh my gosh. I guess I'm gonna have to get cute. Well, I'm always cute, so it's no biggie.

Lord, give me strength tonight.

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Syncere
"Ayo Syn, we still going movies tonight or what dawg?" my best friend Richie asked me.
"Yeah man. I wanna see Furious 7, shit gon' be hot forreal. Nikita said she not going."

"Damn, that's a first. Usually she all in ya ass." We both laughed.

"Hell yeah, bruh. Man, it's annoying! Ci wasn't nothing like her. She trusted me and everything." I let out a long sigh.

"Nigga don't act all heartbroken now. Where was this heart at that night of the party? Was you thinking about Ci then? I tol' ya rock head ass not to fall into Nikita nasty ass trap. Now look at you, dummy." Richie shook his head.

Richie was right, I should've listened. Hell I shouldn't have went to the party at all. Ciara was the baddest, best, girlfriend any nigga could ask for. Beauty, brains, REAL HAIR, and athletic? Shit, she was the girl of my dreams. I just had to fuck up 11 months of the best relationship.

You never know what you have until it's gone.
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6:26 pm
Ciara
I was on my way out the door to my car, when I noticed I forgot to put on perfume. I hurried up and ran upstairs and sprayed on my Japanese Cherry Blossom perfume. I grabbed my carmex and nude lip gloss and ran down stairs.

"Bye ma! Bye dad! I'll be back around 11 or 12! Love ya!" I yelled as I rushed out the door. I got in the car and started it. I plugged my phone into the aux cord and started blasting Buy a Heart by Nicki Minaj and Meek Mill.

Anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody wanna buy a heart?
Cause ion't use the shit anyway
But it's okay, I guess it's my fault.

I sang along as I sped down the highway. I checked the time on my dashboard and it said 6:50. Luckily I was only 5 minutes away at this point, or 10 if I didn't make the green lights.

In my opinion, I felt cute tonight. Since it was 74° out, and would eventually drop down later on, I wore my Black Toe 14s with my black and white Been Trill baseball jersey and light color ripped jeans. I had to wear my sliver 'C' necklace of course.