angels can be bad

Chapter three

(A/n: I am thinking of writing one shots please leave comments on who you would want me to do)

Troyes POV
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I woke up the next morning and instantly felt a buzz of pain wash over me, I groaned and struggled out of bed, once I had finished with the laborious task of getting out of bed, I trundled over to the bathroom and locked the door, I turned on the shower and I stripped down and stood under the water. It scolded my back but I stayed underneath as I couldn't be bothered to move, I started to sing, quietly as I knew that the walls were thin and people would be able to hear. I  stepped out of the flowing water, I switched it on and wrapped a towel around my waist as I didn't share a dorm with anyone. I stepped into my room/kitchen area, although it was more like a corner in the room with a fridge in it.

I walked over to the wardrobe and put on a black jumper and my usual black jeans, with some black platform converse. I dried my hair letting it curl in the front of my face and I walked back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and I grabbed my bag from on my bed and I left my room.

I walked into my first class music, and I took a seat at the piano and began singing Beyoncé. I have started writing my own music but that's private for me alone.
My fingers brushed the keys as I sang

I've been drinking, I've been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I've been thinking, I've been thinking
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na

Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I want you, na na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na na
Drunk in love, I want you

We woke up in the kitchen saying,
"How the hell did this shit happen?"
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club
Drunk in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

We be all night,
And everything alright
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinking,
Park it in my lot 7-11
I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right
Armand de brignac, gangster wife
Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic to my boy toys
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body
Been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good

Hold up
That D'USSÉ is the shit if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
Hold up,
Stumbled all in the house time to back up all of that mouth
That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking 'bout you be repping that third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve
Foreplay in the foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Slip the panties right to the side
Ain't got the time to take draws off, on site
Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike
In '97 I bite, I'm Ike, Turner, turn up
Baby no I don't play, now eat the cake, Anna Mae
Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!"
I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights you gonna need G3
4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight
We sex again in the morning, your breastases is my breakfast
We going in, we be all night