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

Chapter 8

"So you wanna talk about what's wrong?" Chris asked as we gathered our books. The bell just rang and everybody was rushing out of the classroom like the place was on fire.

I looked down at my phone and saw a message from Shayne telling me to meet her at the library. I rolled my eyes and put it back in my pocket.

"I told you nothing's wrong, Chris," I said as we exited the classroom.

"Well at least tell me if it has to do with me," he replied wrapping his arm around me.

"It doesn't," I lied. "Okay I have to go, so I'll see you tonight at nine?"

"Ten thirty," he corrected. I smiled and waved goodbye.

I honestly don't know why such a 'thug' type of dude would find me attractive. I usually attract nerdy boys - since I was in all of their classes - and this whole experience is weird to me. I didn't even like Chris at first, and for us to be together proves to me that this is DEFINITELY a new year.

"Hey chicka," Shayne sung as I sat down with her at library. I gave her a fake closed-mouth smile and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "So, I guess you're wondering why I texted you,"

"....Kind of." I joked. "What is it?"

"Shorty and I made it official!!" She squealed, making me squeal along.

Oh great, now we both have boyfriends...

- Chris

I ironed my white tee shirt and thought about why I could add to it to give my outfit a more Chris like attitude. I was bumpin' "Make It Clap" by YG and lip synching the lyrics while bobbing my head. I slightly wondered what was wrong with Abelle, but I brushed it off as many times as I could; she told me it had nothing to do with me, so I trusted her. It was almost ten fifteen so I needed to move quickly if I wanted to get to Karma in time.

Shorty and JoJo entered bobbing their head to the music and sipping out of brown paper bags. I shook my head at their negligence.

"You're gunna get this dorm in trouble," I said over the music. I snatched the drinks away from them and sat the beverages in the mini fridge. They cocked their heads back in shock and looked at me up and down.

"Who are you!? Abelle?!" JoJo asked with an attitude.

"Yeah, since when do you care about underage drinking?" Shorty questioned.

"Since the prinicpal told me imma get kicked out if I fuck up," I answered ironing my shoe strings.

"So you changed?" Shorty inquired.

"Nah, I'm still Chris! Tatts and all, homie. I'm just lookin out for myself AND y'all, nah mean?" I replied throwing my hands out to the side. They nodded heir heads and took a seat on their individual beds.

"Where you headed?" JoJo asked throwing his basketball into the air.

"Karma," I said pulling my shirt over my head.

"You taking ABELLE there?! Like Abby? Like prim and proper Abelle?" Shorty exclaimed in an appalled tone.

"Imma get her to go buck wild tonight! I'm talkin craazzzzy!" I exclaimed putting on a good chain.

"Does miss argile sweaters own club clothes?" JoJo queried.

"Ion know... Hopefully 'cause if not we ain't goin'," I replied pulling on my Olympics.

- Abelle

I stared at myself in the mirror feeling unbelievably and undeniably uncomfortable. Shayne dressed me in a tight hot red strapless tube dress, red bottom heels, and a black Chanel purse. My hair was flat ironed down my back and I was rocking the cat eye with red lip stick to top off the entire outfit.