MaryJane -» chris brown

5.Stressed

Stressed

Chris's POV

*a/n not much changes*

I was driving to London Mall and I was thinking of places I should bring Jasmine at.

"Where do you wanna go?" I immediately stop as I notice the traffic light turn red.

"The biggest mall ever!" she squeals. "But first, I need to go to the bathroom." She says and I nod quickly noticing the traffic light turn green.

Just when I was about to drive I spot a drunken driver driving like a baboon driving a car.

I hear a couple of "Watch where you're going's" and "Watch It's" and all that shit and I let out a huff as he drives away probably gon' crash into a tree one day.

I drive my way to a gas station to fill my car and also for Jasmine to go to the bathroom.

"Nice car, bruh!" I hear the gas station worker say as I rolled my car window down, scanning his appearance, shaggy blond hair, skinny figure, pale as a ghost.

"Thanks." I say as I pulled my wallet getting £80

"Nice rack your chick got there" he says and I cringe my face in disgust as he winks at Jasmine.

"Fucking do your job and get me gold, dickhead." I say as I threw £30 at his face as I rolled the window up.

I turn to face Jasmine and I see her turn around when I turned to face her, hearing sobs. 

"Jasmine." I say as I put my hand on her cheek. "Hey." I say making her face me.

"Everything will be okay." I say, after this guy finishes filling my car I will drive to the store, you can do your business while I get some things." I say and she nods, sniffing.

"Hurry the fuck up, you already fucked up her day." I say meanwhile scrolling my window mid-way.

"Done." he says raising his hands.

"Listen, I am finished with your shit, aight, you fuck her day up and I will go Muhammad Ali on your ass." I threaten, he widens his eyes and gulps in fear.

I drive to the store near the gas station, parking as I pulled my car keys out of my car and exited the car, turning to face Jasmine's place, then quickly noticed she's gone.

I enter the store, thinking what drink to by, hell to the fucking yes I am thirsty as fuck. Not thirsty in that way tho...

I pick up a large sprite bottle, heading to the counter...

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Jasmine's POV

I enter the single-bathroom, grabbing a tissue to clean my tiny tears, as I walked to the sink, facing a tiny mirror.

I get my mascara from my purse and re-apply my mascara, trying not to make thick coats.

'You alrightie there?" I hear a unfamiliar voice that gave me goosebumps all over my skin, hairs on my skin were rising.