A/N: Rated R scenes in this chapter. If sexual content offends you please skip. Read at your own risk ENJOY!
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Stephen smirked, "You trying to show out?" He got up off of the ground. "You must've forgotten who I fucking am? "
Stephen punched Chris's jaw forcefully. Which caused Chris to stumble back and hold his jaw. Chris swung his fist towards Stephen.
Chris was in a headlock. Stephen had his left arm gripped around Chris's neck tightly. Chris's face became red quickly, gasping for air.
I tried to remove Stephens arm from around Chris's neck. Stephen finally let go leaving Chris coughing and gasping for air. I pushed him away from Chris.
Chris caught his breath and came back towards Stephen. I stood in front of Chris to keep him from getting to Stephen.
"Let's just go." I say.
He was too focused on Stephen.
"Chris listen to Trey. You don't want none." Stephen told Chris.
Chris pushed me aside and began punching Stephen nonstop. He got some nerve to be pushing me. If wasn't for me his weak and pathetic ass would still be in a head lock.
I grabbed Chris by his shoulders and pulled him back. He looked at me like he was about to do something. What the fuck are you mad for?
"I want all of your shit out by six." He said harshly.
"I was about to leave anyway." I spat back.
I grabbed my belongings off the ground.
"So I'm guessing you want to take my offer?" Stephen asked.
"I don't have any other choice. Do I?" I responded frustratedly.
"Walking. "He added jokingly.
I gave a slight smile following him to his car. I sat in the front seat awkwardly. Until Stephen broke the silence.
"Do you want to go pick up your stuff? " He asked.
I shrugged, "Sure. "
Stephen drove up to the complex where Chris stayed. I opened the car door.
"Do you need me to come with? " He asked. "Carry some things. "
"No, I you should just stay in the car. " I suggested.
I closed the door and walked into the lobby, then to Chris's apartment. I knocked and waited patiently.
I began to grow inpatient. You want my stuff out at six, but it's five thirty. I huffed and puffed heavily.
Chris had finally came to the door.
"About fucking time." I complain.
"Just get your shit and leave." He says with irritation.
It'll be my pleasure. I couldn't stand to be here much longer. I brushed passed him into the room looking for my belongings.
My clothes were scattered across the floor, bed, and bathroom. I threw anything of mines I could find making sure I didn't leave a trace.
