My Female Frankenstein || Chris Brown Fanfic || ON HOLD

Chapter Two: And Then I Met Her....

Chris

This day is gonna be perfect. I'd just finished making the last song to my new album, X and I feel great. Mijo had just invited me to visit some colleges for a performing arts program. Of course I said yes because I'm in such a great mood. My phone buzzed on my desk and it was a text from Mijo.

Aye Chris! It's Mijo. Just texting u to c if ur still doing the college thing.

I texted back and said:
Yeah, I am. Did the big boss at the corp say anything about my album yet?

No. But I'm sure its fire! Ayo, b4 I forget, we meet for the college tour in two hours. Be ready. I'll pick u up in 15 minutes so we can make it to the airport.

Aight, c u soon. Peace.

I put my phone down and start getting ready. I slip into the shower. I get out and pick out a white tee with some skinny jeans and my red J's. I go to my closet and search on the top shelf for my red snapback. I find and grab it.

I go back to my room and get dressed. I slip on my silver Rolex. I grab my shades and tuck them on my collar. I spray some Axe on, but make sure I don't spray too much, cause woo! Smell game too strong! I grab my suitcase and head out the door.

Later I hear Mijo's car horn outside and I see him pull up in his black S-500. He waves through his window for me come on.

I put my suitcase in the trunk and jump in the ride. We drove off.

Hours later....

We make it to the college we were stopping at after several flights from Cali to NYC. The first college we were going to see was NYU. Mijo and I walked up and opened the giant gates to the college.

The superintendent greeted us with a warm smile. It seemed as if he met us before.

He shook our hands and spoke.

"Hello, Mr Brown. We were expecting you. My name is Dr. Richard Shannon and I am the superintendent of NYU. And you must be Mr. Brown's friend." He directed his hand towards Mijo.

"Yeah, this is Mijo. He told me you were having a college performing arts program today and I was the special guest." I say.

"Well, he was obviously correct. I was hoping that the performing arts students would very glad to meet you. They are very big fans of your work." Dr. Richard says.

"Thanks. So when can I meet them?" I ask, slightly anxious.

"I could direct you to the auditorium now if you'd like." Dr. Richard insists.

"Yeah, that'd be great." I say.

So Dr. Richard escorts Mijo and I throughout the first floor of the school. He started to ramble on and I got lost in my own thoughts.

We walked past a group of college students studying together in a big open space.

We walked through the library, where there were tons of books and school supplies.

As the tour continued, I got sidetracked and walked to the vending machine to get me a soda.

I got my soda and searched for the tour group. Then I heard some small knocking on the janitor's closet door. I heard what sounded like a young girl crying for help.

"Help me, please! Can anybody hear me? Hello? I got locked in here!" The voice cried.

I slowly walk to the door and pull on the handle. The voice silenced and I opened the door to see a young girl sitting on the floor, soaking wet with her foot in a bucket.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

She didn't speak. She seemed stunned.

"Are you okay?" I ask again.

"Yeah. It's just...you're Chris Brown!" The girl says, very happily.

"Mmhm. And you're a girl I just met." I say.

She blushes and looks down. She then notices her wet clothes and her foot lodged in a bucket and frowns. She knew she was embarrassed.

"How did this happen?" I ask. I help her up and she stumbles a little, falling into my arms. We stare at each other for a few seconds.

She clears her throat.
"I was headed to my next class when some mean girls splashed a bucket of cold water down my back and then pushed me into the janitor's closet. I was trying to find the keys to the door but it was locked from the inside. It was dark so I ended up getting my foot stuck in this bucket."

She shakes her foot, and the bucket starts clanking.

"I'm sorry this happened to you." I say apologetically.

"Yeah and I'm sorry that I can't get this stupid bucket off!" She shakes her foot again only for the bucket to fly off, hitting a student in the face.

"Sorry, Martha! I'm sure that'll heal! Just put some ice on it!" She apologizes.

"Thanks for helping me, Chris. I-If that's okay to call you that." She smiles nervously.

"You're welcome, umm?" I didn't know her name.

"Victoria. But all my friends call me Vick." She says.

"Victoria, well you're welcome. I hope to see you around." I say.

"Yeah. Me too. Good luck with the tour." She smiles and I got lost in her sparkly green eyes. She seemed like she needed a friend today. And I'm so glad I met her.

"I gotta go. Need some towels. Bye Chris." Victoria waves at me as I walk away. I flash a smile in return.

She was perfect. I have to find out more about her. Vick sounded like Mrs. Right. And I was gonna make her mine.

But how?