My Life Be Like : Part 2 : Atlanta Edition..

Chapter 41 -

London's POV -

I got out of the bed & walked into the bathroom, refusing to look at myself. Last night I probably cried harder than I ever have in my life. It wasn't just Cameron, it was everything I've been dealing with. I just need to get back into my music.

I stripped out of my pajama's and turned the shower on. I stepped in and let the heat of the water caress me. I began washing my hair when I heard the door open. I poked my head out of the curtains and saw Cameron.

"Goodmorning LoLo." He offered a shy smile.

"Morning." I attempt to said.  

 

My voice was a mixture of croaky and scratchy. My throat hurt as well. Probably from crying.

"How are you ?"

"I'm fine."

I started washing my hair again. Its starting to get longer.

"You sure ?" He asked stepping into the shower.

"Uh, yeah." I tried to cover myself up.

"Its okay." He whispered moving my hands.

I began washing over my body as he did the same. As I rinsed off, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck.

"Are you mad at me ?" He asked.

"No."

"I felt so bad last night. I'm so sorry." He mumbled.

I didn't say anything. I just showered for a few more minutes then got out.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and then went into the room. I sat in front of my vanity and prepared to get ready. I slicked my damp hair into a high ponytail. I started putting on makeup when Cameron walked in the room.

He looked at me as I finished my eyeliner. I stood up and let my towel fall in front of you. I put on a pair of black boyshorts then a leopard print bra.

"Damn." He mumbled.

I slid on a pair on red skinny jeans. I wore my black bandeau, showing off my bellybutton ring and covered my bra straps with a jean jacket. I grabbed a pair of my Timberlands and put them on. I looked in the mirror and put on red lipstick.

"Where you going like that ?" He asked.

I looked at Cameron and sighed.

"Where you goin' ?"

"I'm going out." I said grabbing my phone.

"The fuck you ain't." He said.

"Excuse me ?"

"You heard me. You better put on a hoodie and some sweats. I ain't bouta have nigga's starin' at you."

"Nigga, please." I walked out of the room.

Cameron got up and grabbed my arm tight, swinging me back around.

"London, where the fuck you goin' ?"

"Stop, your hurting me." I tried to move his hand off my arm.

"Answer me." He loosened his grip.

"What ?"

"Where you going ?"

"Out." I snatched my arm from his grip and left. 

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Cameron's POV -

I know I seemed over dramatic about the situation, but I have no clue where London could be going. Especially after last night, what if she goes and finds a nigga that does her better than I do. Plus, the outfit London left in wasn't helping. She's still young and has an amazing body. She can have any nigga she wants.

 

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*Where do you think London is going ?

*Did Cameron over react ?