Falling for a Star...

Fuck 'em Lets Party... Chapter 1 Justice

Why am I allowing this lame ass nigga to piss me off? This is the third and final time Lance has stood me up. Lance and I have been "dating" ,per se, for roughly a month and a half. This has legit been the most boring relationship, if we can call it that, EVER!! Out of this entire month and a half the most we've ever done was chill with his dorky Friends. He's only took me out on a real date once and that's was when we first met. Ever since, he's made empty promises of romantic dates and each one didn't happen because "something came up". Yet and still he always want these cookies!!Baby, you don't deserve all of this! What's bad is that I really liked him. He was smart, a graduate student at Butler University, and extremely funny. Plus The nigga was FINE! I'm talking August Alsina fine, with extra chocolate, which definitely my weakness. But I see what he wants and his ass got to work for it but oh well. This nigga fired!
"Fuck you, Lance!! You ain't shit!" I yell into my phone.
"Jus--" he starts.
"LOSE MY NUMBER BITCH!" I screamed into the phone and without allowing him another word I ended the call, placed his number on the block list and tossed my phone on the couch.

I slipped my red strapped heels off and jogged up the stairs to my bedroom and tossed the heels at the foot of the bed. Making my way to my bathroom I stopped to admire my dress in the full length mirror. I wore an all black, racer back, body con dress. The dress hugged my size 16, hourglass figure perfectly. The hem of the dress stopped above my knees. I turned to admire the back of the dress that revealed two red roses in full bloom tattooed on my shoulder and upper back. I ran my hand along my curves and exhaled.
"Stupid nigga..." I laughed.
Leaving the mirror and headed to my drawer and pulled out a pair of leggings and a large Ohio state t-shirt. Slipping out of my dress, I suddenly heard the faint tune "Fools Gold" by Jill Scott ring from my phone down the stairs.
"Shit...ugh!" I ran down the stairs to answer the phone.
"Hello!" I yell as someone began to bang on my front. My heart suddenly felt like it sunk to my toes as fear consumed me. Maybe Lance was here to beat my ass for calling him a bitch.
"What the fuck? I said HELLO!" I panicked and searched for my gun.
"Jus!! OPEN THE DOOR!!" They yelled on the other side of the door and the call ended. The male voice sounded familiar but I couldn't figure out the voice because I was panicking. They continued to bang on the door as a reached under my couch for RubyD, My 9 mm and held it by my side and glanced out of the peep hole. They were covering the peep hole.
So here I am damn near naked with a black lace bar and matching boy shorts holding a loaded pistol by my side.
"Justice!!!! Come on girl!" I finally recognized the voice.
"AARON! The fuck is wrong with you!" I unlocked the door and let my best friend enter my apartment.
"Justice!!! What are doing? Where are your clothes?" He observed my body, allowing his eyes to Study my tattoo of a rose vive that began up my mid thigh with budding roses and very coiled green vines. The tattoo traveled up my thigh, around my hip, with a rose hid underneath lace panties, on my pelvic bone, and green vines curving around my hip, stretching along my round, plump booty. It continued up my waist and side, allowing green vines with red roses to stretch above my stomach and just underneath my breast bone. The tattoo continued around and up the side if my back with red roses beginning full bloom on my back, up my shoulder, and green vines coiled along my shoulder blade and up the back of my neck, ending the detailed and vibrant tattoo.
"GodDamn Girl, if a nigga was straight I'd have to take you down right here!!" Aaron laughed but was very serious. He shut the door behind him and continued to stare at me.
"Oh my God Aaron!!! There's hope for you yet!" I laughed and turned the safety on RubyD and placed it back under the couch.
"You had Ruby on me like that?" He asked and sat on the couch behind her and playfully slapped her ass.
"STOP PERV! And yes you scared the shit out of me! I thought you were Lance. I cussed his ass out and broke up with him. I thought he might be back to try to whoop my ass but the last thing that nigga was gon see was all this, baby. You feel me?" I boasted.
Aaron stopped for a moment and stared at me like I was crazy.
"Girl had you open that door and it was Lance's ass I don't think you'd have time to think about pulling that trigger. That nigga would've busted up in here and raped yo thick ass! Plus, you not about that life. Now take yo naked ass upstairs and put some damn clothes on, you're tempting my flesh. Goddamn!" He said.
I laughed at him. This nigga don't know me! "Whatever boy! That nigga would've been dead fuck with me, ya heard me?? And another thing, nigga you wouldn't be able to handle all this goodness boo. I got that 'Act right' baby!"I laughed headed up the stairs to finish putting my lounge clothes on.
"GIRL THIS AINT WHAT YOU WANT BABY GIRL, I BE MESSING PEOPLES LIVES WITH THE D!" He hollered after me and I laughed mockingly.