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

Chapter 6

- Abelle

"YOU TWO KISSED?!" Shayne screeched as she bounced anxiously on her bed.

I sighed, "For the third time, yes we kissed! It was only a bet, though."

"You liked it didn't you?" She teased, while wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Uh..no!" I lied as my cheeks became rosy.

"Yeah right! You know you didddd,"

This is what I've been going through all weekend. Shayne has been up my ass about my encounter with Chris. Okay, we kissed! What's the big deal? Yeah, I like it but he probably didn't.

"Did he kiss back?" She asked with bug eyes. "Was he good? How soft were his lips? Was there any tongue? How was his breath? What did--"

"Woah, woah! One question at a time! Yes he kissed back, his lips were REALLY soft, his breath was minty, and no tongue! Ew!" I answered shivering at the thought of tongue kissing Chris

"You missed a question," she said. I pretended that I had no clue what she was talking about, even though I had purposely skipped that one.

"No I didn't," I replied furrowing my eye brows.

"I asked if it was good," she responded folding her legs. She looked at me as if she was aware of my slip up.

"Oh... It was..." A satisfied smirk slowly carved its way into her cheeks. "Alright,"

"LIAR!" She shouted pointing at me. I began to blush and tried my hardest to fight back my smile.

"Am not!" I yelled back. I was smiling brightly and turning fifteen shades of red. She started squealing and playfully beating me with her pillow. I giggled and blocked her hits.

- Chris

"Y'all kissed?!" Shorty yelled sitting straight up in his bed.

"Yeah and I would do anything for another one," I replied licking my lips.

"That good huh?" He asked wiggling his eye brows.

"Good enough to get a nigga addicted," I answered lifting my eye brows. I shook my head as I reminisced for the third time.

"You gunna fuck?" JoJo asked stuffing his face with chips. He had the munchies as you can see.

"I want to, but... I think imma treat this one different," I replied biting down on my lips.

"How different?" JoJo questioned with a mouthful of Cheetos.

"Ion know, maybe show her that I'm not all that I seem, date her for a bit, and teach her to loosen the fuck up." I responded with a hearty laugh. The guys chuckled with me saying, "Preach, my nigga!"

Then, there was a knock on our dorm room. Biting into my last chip, I brushed my pants and opened it. Tracie's presence was in front of me. Hoe.

"Hey," she said with a crooked smile. "May I come in?"

I looked at her up and down, "Nah." I slammed the door in her face and then took a seat. Shorty burst into hysteric laughter, falling off his bed from laughing so hard.

"Glad you did that," JoJo said dapping me up.

"I got you, bruh," I replied saluting him.

"Can't believe she cheated on me, ya know? After all this time, she became a hoe," JoJo rambled.

"What do you mean 'became'? She was always a hoe," Shorty teased. I cackled at his remark and then told JoJo he couldn't turn a hoe into a housewife. Shorty returned a chuckle at my joke and then dapped me up.