That's Good, That's Bad ~ Chris Brown

Chapter 3

- Chris

I glanced at my alarm clock for the third time as the anticipation killed me. It was three o'clock in the morning and my first OFFICIAL day of college starts at 6. I was exhausted, but I couldn't find the strength to fall asleep.

"Yo Shorty," I whispered across the room, throwing a pillow at his head.

Shorty shot up, "What the hell-- Chris what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I can't sleep," I whined as I refrained from laughing at his facial expression.

"So yo ass wanted to act like a girl and play pillow fight?" Short inquired angrily, "Go to sleep, nigga." He turned over and put his cover over his head. "And don't throw another pillow at me, bitch."

I put my face in my pillow and let out a wail of laughter. I could tell if I asked him about this in the morning, he'd damn near refuse to believe it happened.

It seems like everyone is cursin' me out today....

First, it was Abelle, now it's Shorty? Who's next? My mama?

Speaking of my ma, I wonder how's she's doing now. I almost didn't want to leave her for college since she was severely sick. I don't even know how my little brothers are doing, either. We live in the hood, so there was a slight chance they were gambling when I left.

You see, where I'm from, in order to make a living you gotta start hustling at a young age. I started at 8, and my older brother Marcus started at 12. God rest his soul. He had died in a local shoot out between the police and gang members, which he had no reason to be apart of.

As soon as I thought of my past, my eyes closed and I drifted off to a deep sleep.

**

"CHRIS!" Jojo's voice yelled before a wave of cold water flashed down on me. I jumped up frantically and started breathing hard, while Jojo and Shorty laughed.

"Motherfuckers," I mumbled, putting on my house shoes. They were soaking wet and made this little squishy sound when I walked. I huffed in frustration as I grabbed my clothes, and scurried out of our dorm to the bathroom.

People were pointing and laughing at me as I passed, but all I did was clench my jaw; trying to ignore the constant squeaking noise from my shoes.

Once I reached the boys bathroom, I saw Abelle's roommate soaking wet as well.

"Woke up late?" I asked in a joking way.

"That's not even the beginning of it," She replied rolling her eyes and walking into the bathroom. What is that girl's name, again? Hm, I'll remember later.

After an hour of refreshing, I changed into my outfit for the day, a white tee shirt revealing my multiple arm tattoos, red skinny jeans, and grey, red, and white Jordan 23's. I popped my collar and then smiled at myself in the mirror.

- Shayne

I blow-dried my hair for the second time in two days and sighed. I was a little excited for my first day of college, but I'm really home sick. I want to hold my daughter again; I would trade anything in the world for it. She is my angel, and I needed to see those beautiful hazel eyes.

I dragged my clothes on after my shower, and stared at my reflection. I still had a little baby fat, but all my stretch marks were gone.

Releasing my thoughts, I pulled my yellow and black Trukfit sweater over my head. My black leggings had rhinestones on the side, so I was defiantly about to show that off.

I went back into my room to find Abelle sitting on her bed texting expediently. She was wearing a black and army green Diamonds shirt, army leggings, and construction Timberlands. Her hair was flowing down to her shoulders bone straight with a black Neff beanie covering the back of it. She looked pretty.