Hustle. (Book 2)

Chapter 2: Wrong for That

Lauryn P.O.V.

I felt sun shining on me and I heard the leaves rustle outside of my window. I picked up my phone and clicked the home button. It was 12:43 P.M. I woke up late, probably a result of staying up late. I smiled as I stretched, slipping on some sweatpants from my dresser. But then, I realized that there was nothing to smile about.

I basically sprung like a coil back onto my bed. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and quickly pulled up Chris' number.

It rang four times before I got an answer.

"Chris! Oh my goodness, you're okay, right?" I screamed into the receiver.

"Hello?" I heard a woman's voice ask.

"Yes, hello. Chris?" I was beyond confused at the moment.

"Oh sweetheart, Chris is actually um, sleeping, right now. Can I take a message?" The woman sounded too happy.

"Um...Okay, just tell him that Lauryn called and to give me a call back."

"No problem, I'll make sure--"

"Who is that Paris?" I heard another voice ask as a door opened. Chris. The line went dead.

I held my phone up for a while, stating at the wall. Did he really hook up with someone hours after almost being shot? Hours after taking ME out on a date?

You have got to be kidding me. Maybe Gi was right. Maybe he was playing me all along.

I shook my head, sighing at the fuckboy's I have to deal with in life. I felt my stomach lurch and went to the bathroom to handle my business before taking a really long, shower.

I didn't need anybody else to satisfy me at this point. All I needed was me, myself, and I.