I'm Going Insane (Princeton Story)

Chapter 7: The Date Gon Wrong

Prince Pov

"Hello, are you Princeton Perez?" Darryl said, a grin grew on face.

"Yes that's me."

"Come on in." I opened the door all the way and put myself against the door. He walked in and I closed the door.

I pulled my piece and aimed it at his head.

"What the hell?"

"Up against the wall." he walked the
to the wall.

"You know Amy, Amy Johnson?"

"Yes." he said lightly.

"Did you guys do anything?"

"Wait, your Prince, that crazy phyco freak! Amy told me all about you, how you threatened to kill her."

"She's already dead."

"What?!"

"It was nice meeting you Darryl." I shot him. I seen the blood making me angrier. I cleaned and the thought of Amara popped in my head.

I decided to call her, but in a private number.

I did and a few rings later, Amara answered.

"Hey Amara." I smiled grew across my face.

"Who is this?" She sounded so scared.

"Damn, chill. It's Prince."

"How'd you get my number?!"

"I have my ways." it got silent for a minute.

"Are you coming tonight?"

"I-I have to." she's right, I was forcing her.

"Yup. Put on something sexy for papi."

"Fuck you!" She yelled then hung up. I really don't care, as long as she's going,

Amaras Pov

Prince is creep! I tried looking him up but the only thing that came up was a stupid college. He gave me a false name or something, not even last name.

Fuck.

I was in my room, on my MacBook Air trying to figure this out. Maybe I'll get it out tonight. I looked at the clock and it said 6:30. Why am I going again.

Whatever I took a shower and did my makeup. I threw on a red slim dress the hug my somewhat curves. Fuck heels, I put on some white flats and threw on some jewelry. My hair was straight and down.

I waited outside for Prince. It was fucking colder than Devils heart out here.

Before I went inside to grab a coat, I seen a black Jeep pull up. It honked at me. Dammit it was Prince.

I hopped inside and gazed out the window, can't believe I'm doing this.

"Hey Mar Mar, you look beautiful." he said driving off.

"First off, only my friends call me Mar Mar, and second off, whatever."

"Aren't you my friend?" This nigga.

"NO! You nearly ripped my thigh off this morning and plus I was forced to do this!" I face palmed myself.

"Because I wanted a way to get close to you. You wouldn't listen, so I made you listen. I also heard you and Zamir broke up, sounds horrible." he plastered a smile.

"Shut up! How do you know that?"

"I have my ways." I'm sick of him saying that. I stare at him while he was focused on the road. Trying to get him to spill is plainly hard.