California Love

Chapter Fourteen

|Chris's POV|
I heard the doorbell but didn't get up to get the door. It's 2 o'clock in the morning, I'm finally sleep at a "normal" time and the door needs to be answered? Hell no. Then my phone rings. Shit man, Chris Brown always bothered. I looked at the caller I.D. It read: Kristyana ❤. I picked up the phone.

"Chris, you better open this damn door before I kick it open. And you know I'm capable of it," she hung up. Never test a woman. I ran downstairs, nearly fell down them, tripping over my shoes that were all over the place. I unlocked the door as quickly as I could. I leaned against the door frame as she opened the door.

"Move Christopher," she spat. Damn, my full name? Am I in trouble or something?

"Who shit on you in your sleep," I grimaced. If looks could kill man, I swear she would've been dead by now.

"The correct question you should be asking is who did you catch in bed with another trick," she plopped on the couch. I heard it in her voice, she choked back tears. I sat next her and comforted her.

"What happened babe," I asked.

"I caught him in bed with another bitch. I whooped her ass, split my knuckle, and knocked one of em back. I just can't believe it. I mean, shit man. He just told me I was all he ever wanted and all he ever needed. What the hell happened to that?" Tears made way down her cheeks and onto my hand. I hugged her tight, squeezed her body.

"I'm sorry baby." Sympathy for her was in full effect right about now. I knew he wasn't treating her right, that's why she's on my couch, in my arms. Her tears marked their place on my shirt.

"When did this happen," I asked her, looking down at her.

"At about 1 this afternoon," she sniffled. She continued to choke back tears as she talked to me.

"So where the hell have you been all day," I questioned her again.

"Trying to keep my mind occupied, running errands. I'm not any better though, Chris. I cheated too. For God's sake, we fucked on the counter. Now I really feel like shit man," she wiped tears with her shirt. She sat up and looked at me.

"Thank you Chris. For everything and anything you've ever given me or done for me," she kissed my lips.

"Anytime babygirl. Now go get in the shower and we can cuddle in the bed.

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|Mason's POV|
I hate how it ended. I felt like crying. I don't even know where she is right now. I sat on the couch, bewildered. What got into my head? Why would I let someone time thing come in between me and my long time bestfriend, my significant other, the love of my life? On top of that, I was caught. If I learned ONE thing from her it was if you're doing something you're not supposed to be doing, never leave any traces and never, ever get caught. I guess she just wants her time and space and I'll surely give it to her. I know she's with Chris though. I don't mind since we're not together anymore. 

When we were together, it was a whole other story. I never liked Chris. I almost had to beat his ass at their rehearsal. He said something under his breath and he thought he was gone get away with it. We got into a real heated argument and I squared up, but his boys told him he ain't need to get into any more legal trouble, so he left early. Ever since then, I been wanting to fuck up his whole world. I looked at my phone. 4:37 a.m. Here I am, sitting on the couch, with Rhyen, Takoya, and Janae upstairs, with no Kristyana. I miss her, but I fucked up. I just gotta give her time.

|Jayceon's POV|

India came over at 5 in the morning with Lolo. Marcus was at the house with me while Harlem was with his mother and Cali, Justice, and Madison were with Tiffney. India stood on her tip toes and kissed me. I hugged Lolo and we congregated with everyone at my house. About an hour into the party, Chris showed up. He walked up to me with Kristyana by his side.

"I got your text earlier but I was tryna go to sleep. Then she came over at 2 and we stayed up," he dapped me up. I hugged Kristyana and called Lolo over to meet her. After we all had a conversation, I looked over to see India arguing with someone. Lolo, Chris, and Kristyana followed me to the altercation.

"Bitch, I have no clue who you think you're talking to. You're like 7 years old, sit down before you and Jay catch a damn case," the girl shouted.

"I know her," I heard Kristyana say to Chris.

"Her name is Chyna," she spoke once again.

"I went to school with her, she's a real hothead and she got hands. She ghetto, but she used to spar with her dad when we were in college. She started boxing in middle school," she told us. I watched as India shouted right back at Chyna.

"We're gone catch a case, but I'm legally grown? Okay bitch, you sound real dumb," India rolled her eyes.

"Bitch, you're 7 years older than his oldest child! What the fuck does that even mean," Chyna laughed.

"It ain't supposed to mean nothing! He obviously found something he likes about me," India grimaced.

"Well, I'm obviously getting no where with this retarded hoe," Chyna giggled.

"You can call me out my name, but don't call me a hoe," India put her hand in Chyna's face.

"You got approximately 5 seconds to get your hands out my face and time's a tickin' India," Chyna tapped her foot. I watched as seconds passed. She's down to 2 seconds now. She ran out of time. Chyna got into her boxing stance and threw a jab. India stumbled and fell into a couple of girls behind her. Since she's boxer and all, I didn't think she would've, but she grabbed India's hair and yanked her closer. Chyna continuously threw puches and hit India in her face. Chyna grew tired and pushed India away from her.

"And if I ever give you time to rethink your actions, you better think pretty hard bitch," she spit on India.

"Hey Kristyana," they hugged. Chyna walked out and left with her boyfriend and friends like she didn't just rearrange India's face. We helped India pick up her face off the floor, but she didn't want our help. She went to my room and didn't come out until everyone left, which was around 7 in the morning. Chris, Kristyana, Marcus, and Lolo stayed the night. When we woke up that afternoon, India didn't say anything to anyone. Her face was swollen, she had dried up blood in her nostrils and lips, and her eye was blacked.

"Good--"

"I don't want to hear anything come out your mouth Jayceon," she huffed. Chris sat at the bar with Kristyana standing in between his legs. Lolo cooked and Marcus sat on the counter.

"You didn't even attempt to separate us last night! I'm a model Jay! My face isn't supposed to look like this," she cried.

"India, I'm sorry. I feel bad, but yanno what? You made your bed, now you gotta lie in it. Everybody ain't gone be there to fight your battles for you. She gave you time, ample time, to get your hand out her face. She warned you India, so for you to sit here and think she was in the wrong is sad because you definitely were to. And you're just an Instagram model," I looked at her in disgust. She was really annoying me right now and it's too earlier for this childish bullshit.

"Wow Jayceon," she sighed. She grabbed her keys and purse and left.