"Perfection" is Worthless (A Les Twins FanFic)

Chapter 3 - Turn Up

I finally crashed down in my bed after a much needed long, hot, relaxing shower. I didn't bother putting any pajamas on, because I was too tired to do so. So I just kept on my boy shorts and a tank top. I laid my phone on the nightstand. I turned the lamp off before snuggling up underneath my sheets and slowly drifted off to sleep.

♪♪Ooh wee be-be freaky deaky, think me see she pink bikini♪♪

♪♪Rock that groovy dye dashiki, Nefertiti, edges kinky♪♪

♪♪Sweatin' out my blow out, sweatin' out my press♪♪

I jumped up from the sudden outburst. My phone blasted 7/11 aloud on my nightstand. I didn't budge not one bit. I knew exactly who was calling me, so I was definitely not about to answer it. When it finally went to voicemail, I exhaled in relief and went back to sleep.

But then it started ringing once again and I literally screamed to the top of my lungs grabbing the phone. I wanted to throw it across the room so freakin' bad, but then that wouldn't be smart would it? I looked at the screen and it was once again Laurent calling me. This nigga just won't give up, will he?

I pressed the accept button and didn't say not one word. I guess he got he clue that I answered.

"Whatchu doing?" He asked

"I don't know, Lau. What do you think?" I said sarcastically.

"I think you should be coming to Elevate Lounge tonight."

"I already told you. I'm ti-"

"I no want to hear it." He cut me off "I see you at Elevate Lounge, okii?" And with that he hung up.

I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone to the side. He such a diva at times. He thinks just because he's Laurent-mother fucking- Bourgeois, he can order people around.

I just sucked it up and slid out bed and went over to my walk in closet. I really don't wear dresses to the clubs, because I primarily dance. Right now, I'm not in the mood to be flashy or anything so I threw on my white distressed jeans, my denim Picasso Baby shirt, and some white high top Nike Air Force 1's. I put on some red lipstick and a little eyeliner and mascara. I looked at myself in the mirror real quick before grabbing my phone and wallet.

I went down stairs and grabbed my keys off of the counter and left. I went to the parking garage and hopped in my car. I found it weird that Lamia's Chevy Camero wasn't in her usual spot. As I was exiting the parking garage I didn't seem to see her car anywhere. Weird.

I turned on some turn up music to get me hype. So I finally made it to the club and hopped out the car tossing the keys to a valet boy. I walked into the building and went up to the top floor. Once I arrived there I seen that there was a long ass line, but luckily I recognized the bouncer.

"Hey Terry!" I said waving at him.

"Wassup, Yazmeen." He said giving me a hug.