Meet Mr. NICEGUY { Ruby da Cherry }

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                                                                                              ruby

 We walk into the party, it's only a few people this time.  Still, I don't want her to leave my side for one second.  We head to the kitchen to make some drinks "What do you want, baby" I glance at Charlotte and she smiles up at me, "Let's take shots." I smile and grab two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. We join the others on Scrims back patio. 

We step out on Scrims patio I look past the four huge stone pillars into the back yard. The yard is more pool and less yard though. I go say what's up to Scrim, he's got a girl I've never seen before to his left and a red solo cup in his right hand. He's surrounded by few of our friends. A fat calico  cat brushes against Charlottes leg and she bends down to pet him. "That's lil J," I tell her. She laughs, "He's not so little." 

We sit down at the table where Scrim's at and I start pouring the glasses. We take a few shots and start talking and laughing with the rest of them.   I make sure to keep my eyes on this one dude; he's had his eyes on my girl since she walked in with me.  

 After a while of drinking Charlottes asks me where the bathroom is. "Go inside then walk to the kitchen, go down the hallway and it's the last door at the end of the hallway," I tell her. After a few minutes I see the dude from earlier walk into Scrim's crib. I don't trust it so I go to check on Charlotte. He's standing outside of the restroom waiting but not knocking. I walk up behind him, grab the nape of his neck and sling this guy against the wall. 

"Yo, what the fuck dude?!" This dumbass is talking too loud, I don't want to scare Charlotte. "Shut the fuck up," I punctuate my response by knocking his teeth down his throat. Before he can say or do anything else I grab his skinny ass neck and slam his body against the wall. "Get your shit and get the fuck out..." I tell him coldly. He looks at me with tears in his eyes and runs out of the front door. I try to regain my composer before Charlotte gets out of the bathroom but, I'm struggling to get my breathing back to normal. I just want her to be safe. 

I wait in the hallway until she eventually comes out. She looks drunk, and it's getting harder to stay calm with everything that just went on. I don't want to think about what could have happened to her if I wasn't there. I try to shake the thoughts and anger off but I only feel more pissed off. I need a Xanax... "Hey, Ruby," she slurred. 

"What?" She laughs sarcastically "Nothing, never mind," She rolls her eyes as she walks away from me. I hear the back door shut a minute later. Fuck, I run my hands through my hair and sigh. I go to the kitchen and pour me a strong drink and pop two Xanax into my mouth and chug my drink down then pour another. 

I walk to the back yard about fifteen minutes later and see everyone at the party crowding around the hot tub at the front left corner of the pool. Where's charlotte! I run towards the crowd and see her in her bra and panties on top of my ex bitch Cheyenne. She's punching her repeatedly in the face, and Cheyenne is trying her best to fight back .

 There's another bitch behind her crying with blood gushing from her nose. I run and scoop her up from the tub of half naked girls. It's difficult to hold her back at first but her little body eventually gives out and she feels limp in my arms.  I look back at the hot tub full of blood and then at Charlotte realizing none of it's belongs to her. Her long black hair was tied up in a bun on the top on her head. 

I carry Charlotte back inside and angrily tell Scrim that we're leaving. I don't even bother to hear what he's trying to say before I walk out of his house, still carrying Charlotte. 

I sit her down in the passenger seat of my Lambo before I walk around the car and sit in the drivers seat. I turn to her, she's still breathing heavily. She has her arms folded across her chest and she's pouting defiantly. "Where are your clothes?" 

She doesn't answer me, she just continues to pout so I roll my eyes and tell her not to move before I quickly make my way back out to the hot tub. The girls stop talking, only a few of them continue to cry and I grab Charlotte's clothes without saying a word. I throw her clothes in the backseat before climbing back in and turning to her. 

"What the fuck was that back there?" I ask her and she takes a second before answering,

"It was nothing."

"It didn't look like nothing. There was blood everywhere."

"Good."

"Can you just fucking tell me what happened!?"

"Fine!"

she pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"I just saw a bunch of chicks in the hot tub and it looked like fun so I got in with them.. I literally didn't even say a word to them before they started talking shit and calling me a slut. Me personally, I'm not gonna take that so I went for that bitch Cheyenne first. Then some other chick wants to try and come up behind me so I just fucking elbowed her in the face and that was enough for everyone else to back up. Cheyenne was the one that started everything so that's why I was mainly beating the fuck out of her."

I sigh and shake my head.

"Don't even try to act like you care, either. You've been pissed at me this whole time before I even did anything." She turns to face me now.

"I wasn't pissed at you."

"You were."

"I wasn't. I was pissed about something else that happened. I wasn't mad at you."

She sighs, giving up and I start the car and drive us home. We get back to the crib and she stumbles as she walks inside, I keep my hands on her waist steadying her. I lead us over to the couch and sit next to her, apologizing for my dick behavior. "It's alright, I'm just really mad right now and I wanna go to bed." she explains and I nod leading us to our bedroom.

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