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

Chapter 13

- Abelle

I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe that this was real. I was high, but was I THAT damn high?! Was I hallucinating? Did someone give me K-2?! Was Chris sitting in a chair directly in front of me? I think I needed an aspirin. I could barely breathe or move. I even regurgitated in my mouth a little when I saw him. And by the look on Chris' face he was just as surprised to see me.

I watched him and Twizzy dap each other up, Chris finally taking his eyes off of me. I shut the door and stood on the other side of the room, holding myself as I tried to pretend like I didn't know Chris. I listened a little to their conversation praying that no one would acknowledge my existence.

"Anyway, dawg, this is my future girl friend Abelle," Twizzy said. I spoke too soon. He reached his hand out and I took it, basically entering the conversation.

"Abelle, this is Chris," he said motioning to Chris. I nodded my head and reached my hand out to Chris.

"Hi how you doin'?" I asked with a fake smile. He stared at me like I was crazy, like I had lost my damn mind and I knew exactly who he was.

"Good, how you doin'?" He asked shaking my hand.

"I'm alright," I answered. He let go of my hand and Twizzy pulled me out a chair. I sat down and looked at Chris while he worked at the sound board.

He had a bigger build than before with more tattoos on his body and blonde hair. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves cut off, light brown colored snug fitting jeans, and construction boot Timberlands and a black beanie that hung off the back of his head.

I couldn't lie, he looked sexy as hell. But as long as I got through the day pretending I didn't know him, my life wouldn't be complicated at all. I didn't want all that drama with Chris, especially with him being a celebrity.

"I didn't know this was the girl you checkin' for," Chris said as we watched Twizzy set everything up.

"No, I'm not. He wants me to be. But I'm not interested in him like that," I chimed in whilst playing with my nails.

"Oh, so 'dat mean you single huh?" He asked licking his lips. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"No, I'm kinda talkin' to Drake right now," I answered raising my eye brow in a challenging manner. A flash of anger struck his eyes. I knew that talking about Drake would piss him off.

"Well if he don't satisfy you, I can," he retorted. We were at a mental war. He was flirting with me to annoy the fuck out of me and I was using Drake as gasoline to bring fuel to the fire.

"I don't like small dicks sorry," I spat. Twizzy burst out laughing and turned back to look at us. Chris and I were glaring at back and forth angrily wanting to choke the fuck out of the other.

"Bruh, I gotta go get some frozen waffles and waters from the store," Twizzy said standing up. I rose up to follow him when he stopped me.

"Try not to kill each other while I'm gone," he said winking at me. I gave him the finger and watched as he exited leaving Chris and I to sit in silence.

He stared at me and I stared at him. I could see his chest heaving up and down as his eyes trailed down my body. I returned the scanning and he smirked a little. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my nails, I could feel him still staring at me like he had something to say.

"What?!" I yelled irritated.

"So you actin' like you don't know me huh?" He replied sitting back in his seat. I looked back down at my nails.

"I don't," I said shrugging. He sucked his teeth.

"Word?" He responded raising his eye brows. I looked up at him and he frowned. I could see the scar from where he got shot, right in his shoulder.

"The last Chris I knew told me he didn't like what I did to save our relationship. So he's dead to me," I stated shrugging again.

"So that's how it is now?" He asked trying to catch my gaze. "You don't care 'bout me no more?"

"Ion give a fuck 'bout anybody anymore. I only care 'bout my sister and Aubrey. Errbody else can suck my dick," I replied clasping my hands together.

"Damn, Abby,"

"Don't fucking call me that. It's just Abelle,"

"Fine, Abelle. Can you at least tell me how your life is?"

I hesitated for a moment. Curling my toes in my black Dock Martins and folded my lips. I sighed and then scratched my scalp with my index finger.

"I'm in medical school out here in LA," I admitted. He smiled.

"I told you, you'd be better off just focusing on school. NOW look where you are," he replied. I tried my best not to smile.

"I guess," I responded taking out a bag of joints. "Mind if I light up real quick?" He furrowed his eye brows at me then shook his head.

He obviously didn't know I smoked and he obviously didn't believe it because he stared me down the whole time I smoked the first one. I was doing it like a pro, flicking the ashes onto the floor not giving a fuck about anyone that had to clean it up.

"So, you still doin' that bad girl phase?" he questioned.

I exhaled, "It ain't a phase. It's my life now. I smoke all day every day and I drink and party on the weekends."

"School?" He asked.

"What about it? I told you I'm in medical school," I replied.

"You go there high?" He inquired. I shook my head.

"Enough about me. How's life in the spotlight?" I queried.

"It was nice at first. Now I feel incomplete," he answered.

"You got your girl, you got your house, your music, your art, fans, money, you finally got that Lamborghini you wanted. What's incomplete about that?" I laughed.

"I feel like I'm missing something. And by the way sweetheart, Karrueche ain't my girl," he replied.

I chuckled again, "Oh really?"

"I just mess around with her. She nothin' special," he said shrugging his shoulders. He wasn't even facing me at this point, so I knew that he really didn't find anything special in whatever her name is, but there was something else he didn't want to tell me.

I shrugged it off and decided to remain silent until Twizzy returned with his frozen waffles and whatever else. I watched as Chris pulled out an ice blue bong and a lighter. He looked over at me with a suggestive look. I moved nearer to him and watched as he fired it up, took a long puff, and then passed it to me.

A bong was something you took when you needed a quick, good, long high. I didn't have school tomorrow, I had no plans for the rest of the night or for tomorrow, so I figured, why not?