Don't Think They Know... ||Mindless Behavor Love Story Series||

Chapter 11

Aaliyah's POV

"Don't worry about it right now. It's probably nothing." I said trying to convince Prod to say in the car with me.

"I think someone slashes my tire." Prod said not paying any attention to me.

"So this car mean more to you than me?" I said.

"Of course not. But if something wrong with my car I won't be able to drive anywhere.." Prod said fixing his pants.

I sighed disappointingly wanting to go another round, but the mood was gone. I fixes my clothes and tried to fix my hair.

"Oh okay." I said calmly.

He smiled and we got out of the car. Prod look devastated when he saw that his car and been keyed and his tire slashed.

"My car!" He cried rubbing his hand across the keyed part then got down to look at his tire.

"Who would do this?" He asked looking up at me.

"I don't know. It couldn't be Diggy, he's out of town. Maybe Erica or Princeto-.."

"Why in the hell would Princeton do this, I barely even know he exists." He snarled.

"Maybe he done it to get back at me, for not listening to him and coming out here to find you." I whispered.

"He like you or something?" Prod asked dusting off his pants.

"No, I don't think he does. I don't remember him saying anything about liking me. But he cares about me and is protective like Diggy."

"Maybe I should talk to him." Prod said with a evil grin on his face.

"Your not gonna hurt him are you?" I asked grabbing his arm.

"If he didn't do it he doesn't have to worry about anything." Prod said marching towards the house.

Prince's POV

I was sitting in the backyard half asleep by the pool on looking at my lock screen on my phone. It was a picture of me and Aaliyah on my birthday and it brought back a lot of memories. I wasn't as drunk as I was earlier, it was starting to ware off. But then Prod walked up to me and snatched my phone out of my hands.

"What the hell is your problem?" I snapped.

"Did you fuck up my car?" He asked.

"No, why would I do that?"

"Maybe because I fuck'd ya girl." He said cockily.

I froze and I could feel my blood pressure starting to rise.

"Aaliyah?" I asked softly.

"Does it matter?" He crocked.

"Yeah, it does matter jackass." I said standing up and getting closer to me in defense mode.

"Oowwe! We got us a badass here don't we!? Look, make it easier on yourself and accept the fact that she wants me, and not you." He said patting me on the shoulder.

That pissed me off the most because it was true. I snatched my phone back and started to walk back into the house.

"It's funny how the good girls ride the best!" Prod said cracking up. "And that she was the one who wanted to have sex with me in the motel!"

That was the last straw for me. I stormed back towards Prod and punches him across the face making him fall into the pool.

"Ride that!" I roared. Then went into the house to find Aaliyah.