Chef Boyarde

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Jasmine POV

Jennifer Rueza was sexier in person. She made me feel insecure. But I realized she was fake. Her roots didn't match her hair, she has botox, and definitely her Ass was fake. Paul looked disgusting. She was with a group of her friends. It's about to be a brawl.

"Hey, Paul." Jennifer Rueza said

"Bitch, shut up." Zayne said. "I'm bout to cut this Bitch."

"Listen, I don't want to fight." Jennifer held up her hands.

"How does Paul dick look?" I asked.

Paul flinched.

"I really didn't see." Rueza said.

"You know damn well you gave some head." Zayne said. "I can tell."

"No I didn't."

"Was there any kissing?"

"Yes. Four play was happening." Rueza nodded.

"Why you always lying." I sang.

"Jennifer can you stop. Me and you never had sex." Paul screamed.

"Yes we did." Jennifer shouted. "You told me I was awesome!"

"No I didn't. Stop making up these gigantic lies and making it seems like I'm a cheater. I am happy in my relationship so stop trying to get between us."

"We had sex."

"You're crazy."

"Let me cut her!" Zayne said

"Nah, nah. It's all good in the hood. We bout to do a lie detector test." I said, pulling out my phone. There's a new why you always lying app. I walked up to her and she pressed her thumb to it.

TRUE.

I woke up with a start. Paul was laying next to me. I looked at my clock. Two fifteen in the morning. What the?

"Baby, what's wrong?" Paul said when he felt me jump.

I told him why I'm upset.

"None of that happened baby. You never argued with your sisters and we damn sure never went to go meet Jennifer."

That was a dream? It felt pretty real to me. I shook my head to clear it. I got up from my bed and put on a pair of shorts and a shirt.

"I'm gonna go to the store and get some chamomile. I'll be back."

Paul nodded and turned on his side. I grabbed my keys and hurried downstairs. I heard a lion on the other side, roaring loudly. One of the animal workers came running past me with a bucket of hot water.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Destiny is in labor." He called over his shoulder.

I didn't even know the Bitch was pregnant. I shrugged and went to my car. On the road, I texted someone that used to sell me weed. Don't judge me. I was a dumb teen. He told me he got something new for me.

At his house, he showed me his stash of pills under his floor board.

"We got oxycodone, night pills, Prozac..." He listed.

"Rico, pass me that whole bag of oxycodone." I said and put a few hundreds in his hands.

Back in my car, I drove to an alley behind a KFC place. I took one pill dry and called Vin.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Did I wake you?"

"No I just got home from filming. What's wrong?"

When he asked me that I began to cry for no reason. I had a bunch of emotions going through me. Vin voice was frantically asking me where I was. I told him and he told me he's on his way.

For thirty minutes I sat by myself. I was sobbing for something that didn't even happen. Who am I kidding? It did happen. She's hot and I'm not. Paul hates me. I see stars.

Vin showed up frantically and knocked on my window. I rolled it down.

"Nice seeing you, lad." I said.

"Jasmine, what's going on? Why are you crying?" He asked.

"Paul...Paul...he..." I shook my head.

"Come on, let's go to my house. Whoa. Is that pills?" Vin snatched the bag.

"Give me." I said

"No. I'm calling Paul." He began to take out his phone.

"NO! Please! No! I hate him!" I screamed.

"Okay, okay. Just come to my car." Vin helped me out. In his car, he dialed someone number. "Yeah, uhm, you know the KFC restaurant on Lake? In the alley there's a Skyline. Keys are in it. Take it back to my house. Thanks."

"Who was that?"

"Butler." Vin answered.

He put my seatbelt on me and started the car.

- I'm every woman , it's all in me

- don't hate me...little story twist .
- Ya'll remember the Chef Boyarde commercial when the can rolled home . Like her mom had mad shit in the cart , yo foofoo Ass can't get a 69¢ can of Ravioli . Cheap Ass bastard . I would've drop kick that Bitch . Making my damn blood pressure rise yo . And where her Daddy at ? He couldn't buy her a can . Old foodstamp having Ass Bitch . Old not knowing what the Fuck to get having Ass Bitch .

-ChunkyMonkey

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