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

Chapter 5

- Jojo

This was the fifth time I had called Tracie today, and she sent me straight to voicemail. I don't even understand what I did wrong. Yeah, I've cheated on her before but it was a mistake. We've been together since high school, so her sudden change in personality took me by shock. She's the one that changed me to that 'fuck everything' type of nigga.

But see, everytime you want to settle down, the other person doesn't! I'm probably overreacting or something but I kind of feel like she's cheatin'.

I opened the room to our dorm and saw Abelle and Chris doing their project. I nodded my head in a greeting way, getting waves back.

"Chris, no!" Abelle grunted in frustration. "That isn't how you do it!"

"Then how do you do it?" Chris replied in irritated tone as he slammed the pencil on his book.

"You are suppose to list all the..."

I don't know what the conversation was about, nor did I care for it. I simply pulled an old joint out of my pocket and lit it up. I heard someone clear their throat just as I took a puff.

"I'm sorry did you want some?" I questioned handing it to the culprit. Chris snickered to himself and then so did I. Abelle flipped me off and then continued writing. I blew out a ring of smoke and then smiled. Inhale that good shit, exhale that bull shit.

"Do you have to do that in here?" I heard Abelle ask. I looked down at her to see that she was making a disgusted face.

"Girl what you talkin' bout this MY room!" I shouted taking another puff.

"Lemme get some," Chris said reaching over to me.

"Chris, no." Abelle replied shaking her head.

"What is she? Your mom?" I asked emphasizing the ridiculousness of it all.

"C'mon just a little," he whispered.

"What if a security guard walked in?" She whispered back. I took one more puff and by then I was already in the clouds.

- Abelle

He rolled his eyes, "Ion give a fuck bout no security guard!" He whisper yelled. He took the joint from JoJo's hands and took a deep puff, rolling his eyes to the back of his head as he got a taste of the euphoria.

"Guess you don't want help," I said as I packed my things up. He shrugged his shoulders and kept smoking. Honestly I don't even care that he doesn't want help. I have better things to do, like research some stuff on this project.

I left the dorm and started towards the library. A quick burger and fries from the diner below the library sounded really good at the time. I pulled my laptop bag higher on my shoulder and then shifted my binders in my hands. I don't need Chris, I thought, and he definitely doesn't need me.

I entered the diner pulling my wallet out already knowing what I wanted. I walked up to the register and looked at the menu quickly trying to verify that was what I desired.

The cashier was a white male with a brunette mountain man beard and hair down his back. He looked young, but dressed like a guy from Duck Dynasty.

"Can I have a mushroom and Swiss burger with fries and a root beer?" I asked tapping my fingers on the counter.

"Is that all?" He questioned as he pushed the buttons on the cash register.

"Mhmm," I said nodding my head. He told me my total and I pulled out the exact amount of cash. I began to give it to him when a familiar chocolate hand blocked me.