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

Chapter 14

- Abelle

After that day I got high with Chris, I couldn't get him out my head. Every where I went, I got cuter than usual thinking that I would see him there. I wouldn't say I was attracted to him all over again, but I was a little interested in seeing him one more time.

I didn't tell Aubrey about Chris and I didn't want them to have any more of reason to hate each other. So whenever we were at the club I looked around for Chris when Aubrey wasn't looking.

I didn't even go out to clubs like that, but I heard Chris and Aubrey go to the same clubs. And ever since I started going out with Aubrey, the media made it seem like he quit dating strippers and go for a college girl. No.

So this time, I was going to the strip club with Twist to see if I would find Chris there. I know that sounds weird, but I actually liked female strippers. Male strippers freak me out. But anyway, may I repeat that I'm not really LOOKING for Chris. I'm just going out and hoping he's there.

I was wearing a black and white Aztec shirt with red leggings and black, white, and red Jordan's. My hair was in it's usual burgundy curls with a black bow in the front. Twist was wearing a white Polo tee shirt, army pants, and low top Adidas.

"You like strip clubs?" Twist asked as we got out of the car.

"Actually I do," I answered pilling out a huge stack of ones. He looked at it as lifted his eyebrows in shock.

"Who's your favorite stripper?" He asked pursing his lips together as if he didn't believe me.

"Cocoa Thunder," I replied with a smile.

"Well damn! You really do like strip clubs!" He exclaimed. I nodded my head and entered the club with Twist following behind me.

The club was the size of a warehouse with separate rooms made for private lap dances, a huge bar, a grand stage with four smaller ones on each side and seats around each stage. The lighting on the inside was always purple with black decorations and it was always packed with men of all ages. I was the only girl which got me confused for a lesbian or a stripper pretty often.

Twist and I took seats in the VIP section where there were a few of Aubrey's friends sitting and talking to strippers. My favorite stripper, Cocoa Thunder came waltzing over to the pole in front of us giving me a wave.

Cocoa was a chocolate skinned girl with long natural hair, almond shaped dark brown eyes, with one simple on her right cheek. She was a pretty thick girl and her stomach wasn't completely flat. That's what I liked about her, she didn't have a perfect body like the other girls and she wasn't light skinned either. She looked human.

I waved back and threw her a couple twenties just to get her started. She winked at me and I smiled watching her swing herself around the pole.

"You sure you're not bi?" Twist asked in my ear. I laughed and pushed him with my arm.

"Cocoa and I are friends. She turns me on though," I said watching her make her ass bounce.

"Mhm," Twist agreed tossing up some one hundreds.

She gave us a whole pole dance to "Hands Up, Get Low" by Kstylis and then did a slow backflip off of the stage. Boys began to toss money at her and shove them into her thong and bra as she made her way to my end of the leather couch. She smiled again when she saw me and began to give me a lap dance. I was the only one that she allowed to touch her, being that she and I actually WERE friends.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see a tall, light skinned boy walk in with a group of niggas behind him. I looked over and saw Chris smiling and rubbing his hands together in an excited fashion. I got a little anxious on the inside hoping that he'd notice me.

I centered my attention back to Cocoa and watched as she danced in front of me. I put in about a few hundred dollars in her thong and bra without realizing it; my eyes were on her, but I was looking at Chris. Just as Cocoa finished, Twist called Chris over.

They all welcomed themselves to our couch in the VIP section, Chris took a seat next to me and his friends just took any empty spot. I handed Cocoa one last twenty and then waved her goodbye. She winked at me and then went backstage.

"How much you give that girl?" Twist asked in my ear.

"I dunno. Definitely over a hundred," I answered.

"You heavy tippin' huh?" He said with a chuckle.

"I'm a baller. It's what I do," I replied dusting off my shoulders.

"Well I'm about to go get a private lap dance. See you," Twist said taking a stripper in red fishnets to the back.

"You stripping now?" Chris asked in my ear. I shook my head.

"I just like female strippers over male ones," I replied shrugging. He nodded and put his arm behind my head.

"How you been?" He inquired.

"I'm aight," I said. "You?"

"Same... I don't know maybe I'm moving too fast but... You wanna go some where after this?" He questioned.

I kind of wanted to go back to Aubrey's and help him pack considering the fact that he left the day after tomorrow, but I didn't want to be trying to figure out when I would see Chris again.

"Where to?" I asked tossing some ones at a Latin stripper.

"Ion know there's this small get together at my boy house," he answered.

I laughed, "small means a shit load of people. I ain't tryna be some where crowded tonight."

"Nah forreal, it's small. Nothing' big. A few girls and some niggas," he replied. I curled my lips to the side and tossed some more money.

"Aight fo' sho," I agreed. After awhile of getting lap dances and passing the girls some dollars, Chris and I left.

Twist decided that he was going to take one of the strippers home with him, so that made me even more sure that I wanted to go home with Chris.

Honestly I wasn't sure what I planned to do with Chris at this point. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a friend or be more. I wasn't sure how Aubrey would react or the media. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but I was just going with it.

Once we got settled in his yellow Lamborghini, he pulled off breaking the speed limit carelessly. I held myself and looked out the window as I tried to fight back the memories that were coming back to me.

"You good?" He asked glancing over at me.

"Mhm," I answered with a nod.

"You don't look like it," he replied clenching his jaw. I forgot he knew when I was lying.

"Well don't worry about it," I stated.

"You know I can't do that," he responded.

"And why the hell not?" I questioned rolling my neck.

"I just can't," he retorted clutching the steering wheel tighter. I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head.

"Whatever," I shot back. Here we go arguing again. Just when I started to miss him, he reminded me why he was dead to me.

We pulled up to a brick mansion with a concrete driveway. The music was bumping and you could smell weed from a mile away. I sat up in the seat and continued to look at my surroundings.

He parked in the front and then unlocked the doors. I got out and followed Chris to the back if the house. I really, REALLY wanted some weed at the moment so I was definitely in a rush to get to wherever the source was.

- Chris

I don't know maybe I'm crazy, but I definitely decided that I wanted to start over with Abelle. I needed her back in my life and I didn't give a fuck how I gotta do it.

I also wanted to get back the old her, I was getting so tired and irritated with this bad girl act I could hardly breathe around her. I just could not keep myself from snapping on her in the car, so I took it out on the steering wheel.

When we got to the basement, I spotted my boy Brandon sitting on the couch clowning as usual. There were a few girls sitting around as I expected and the weed was being rolled every where you turned.

"Aye Chris wassup!" Brandon yelled throwing his arms in the air.

"What's good," I greeted dapping him up. I said hello to the other niggas in the room and picked up my weed from underneath the couch.

I could tell the females where looking at Abelle like the scum of the earth and the Abelle I knew, was getting a little insecure and passive aggressive. I liked that about her. She never started drama with other girls.

"Okay, this is an old friend of mine. Her name is Abelle," I introduced.

"Hey, how you doin?" Brandon said shaking her hand.

"Alright," she answered. She said hi to everyone else and then stood around looking all awkward.

"You wanna go somewhere private and smoke this?" I asked getting close to her.

My body was almost pressed against hers and I knew what that would do to her. She would feel pressured/fall under my spell and do what I say.

She nodded her head and then I took her to my favorite room of the house. The jacuzzi room.

It was a big room with a jacuzzi smack dab in the middle of it and was absolutely sound proof. There was a large sound system hooked up in the room and the lighting had a dimmer. You know what goes down in that hot tub ;)

I shut the door behind us and took a seat in one of the plastic lawn chairs. She pulled one up next to me, but not too close and pulled out some rolling papers. Long story short, we got to it. We rolled our own individual blunts considering that she didn't trust me too much yet.

After thirty long, silent, minutes, Abelle and I were higher than the clouds. She was finally talking and giggling with me like we were in college all over again. I missed this, that was an absolute.

"Okay, be real with me for like... Two seconds," she giggled. "Do you miss me?"

"I do. I mean... I could live without the money, I could live without the fame, but life wouldn't be living because you're the one I couldn't live without," I replied taking another puff. I wanted to admit that so quickly. Call me crazy, but seeing her after only a week has brought a lot of old feelings back.

"Cool," she said leaning her head back and exhaling I was in the middle of taking another hit when I saw her stand up and pull her shirt off.

I started coughing violently as I watched her take the rest of her clothes off. I had never expected her to start stripping randomly. She tugged at my arm.

"Get in the water with me!" She pleaded biting her lip. I shrugged my shoulders and began to strip too.

I got down to my boxers and then watched as she jumped into the water. I took one last puff and got in with her. The water was hot, but relaxing all at the same time. Abelle swam over to me, wrapping her legs around me and bringing us chest to chest.

"Want me to be real with you?" She asked. I placed both hands on her ass and nodded my head as I felt a hard on grow behind my boxers.

"Well, I really, really, REALLY miss you too," she answered placing her hands on my shoulders.

My hormones got ahead of me and before I knew it we were kissing passionately and touching all over each other. I was rubbing all on her clit and making her moan while she stroked my throbbing member and having me grunt effortlessly. Needless to say, I wanted to fuck the shit out of her.

"Wait!" She yelled pushing herself away from me.

"What?" I asked feeling confused.

"I can't do this," she answered covering her mouth in shock.

"Why?" I questioned a little hurt.

"I- I just can't," she replied getting out of the hot tub. She began to grab her things and I hopped out, stopping her.

"Let me take you home," I said.

"No, I'm just gunna call Aubrey. He'll come get me," she responded looking down at the floor.

"Will I ever see you again?" I inquired lifting her head up.

"I-I don't know..." She stated before brushing past me.