Her hazel-brown eyes, extra chocolaty skin, i'm pretty sure you could almost lick it. Figure like a coke bottle, her hair so wavy the best way to describe it would be a transverse wave. The picture of how amazing a nose ring would fit on her, or how perfect their lips would mesh together. He didn't even know the girl and he was falling for her, that's what he thought at least.
Chris Brown didn't chase girls, they chased him. And the feeling he felt in his stomach, made him wanna chase her, go up to her and ask for her name. Tell her a corny joke just the see the smile on her face. But he had learned from his mistakes, he'd never chase a girl again. He'd never look like a fool again, he promised his self that. And to break a promise, would be breaking trust. Trust should never be broken.
Her grey dress surrounded her curves ever so perfectly tightening at the fringed bottom bring out the roundness in her butt. Short curls draped to her shoulders, her hands ran through them ever five minutes to frizz them out a tad.
Chris glanced at his phone checking the time, it was 8:05 and the Art Program ended in 55 minutes. A frustrated sigh left his lips as he ran his fingers through his curls, taking a sip of his water that was filled in a wine glass for fancied reasons.
"And now, Naima Love will be presenting her art piece" An older woman spoke up connecting her hands together as the girl in the grey dress made her way to the stage. Chris' eyes followed her as she found her way in front of the Mic.
"Naima Love" a sly smirk appeared on his face as he began to applaud.
"My piece explains race equality along with gender equality. A lot of things-" she stuttered rubbing her sides before speaking again. "A lot of things are happening on the media as we speak. Blacks getting killed, women not getting the respect they deserve. My piece means to me, in my heart that everyone should be treated equally. That just because you're not white, you can't be as rich as Bill Gates. Or just because you're not black, you can't be a rapper. Success has no gender nor color, neither does equality." Her voice became soother, her body not as tensed. Eye contact and hand movements increased as she began to dig deeper into context.
A roar of applaud uplifted her once she finished explaining her piece. Cheeks rosy as ever complimenting her pearly whites. Her side faced the crowd as she began to exit off the stage, her balance more steady than before.
The vibe was now familiar.
"Naima Love" Chris repeated to his self licking his lips.
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