Cant Live Like This... (Chris Brown, Trey Songz, Roc Royal, and Tyga STORY)

The Gift Of Art

After lunch time, It was time for my last two classes which were both art class 6th, and 7th period. I walk in and I actually was 2 minutes late. "How are you Ms. Williams glad you could grace us with your presence, said Trey....or Mr. Neverson. Sorry I'm late...I said. All the seats were taken, the only available seat left was the one directly in-front of Treys desk. I take a seat

Trey introduces himself to the class, and lets them know he will be the teacher for the remainder of the school year. OK class we're going to freestyle draw today "Freestyle" Meaning draw whatever you heart desires today. Trey had me pass out the materials, color pencils, paper, erasers, and pencils.

I sat back in my seat and I begin to draw. I drew a heart with much pain and hurt. There were stab wounds, and cracks, blood leaking, and even a bandage on this heart. This was my heart that I drew, all the hurt and betrayal I've endured. I made cursive letter under the heart, which read. "My Heart May Be Cracked But It Can Never Be Shattered."

Trey walks over to me and sits in the chair next to mine. He looks at my work. "Wow Nell this, is amazing are you going to color or shade it?"...said Trey. I look at him funny because, did he really just call me Nell? Um yes I plan on shading it in I said. Well you can do that next period, since you have me twice said Trey. OK I said. Can you be my little helper and collect the papers, and all the other material says Trey. Sure I said smiling. Trey smiled back. I begin collecting everything, and the next class came in. I worked on shading my heart. Time went by fast before I knew it class was over. "See you later Nell Trey says." I wave to Trey and walk in the hallway. I felt sick so I ran to the bathroom. I threw up on the floor as soon as I opened the door, I had to throw up more, and I managed to make it to the toilet. I flushed the toilet and made my way over to the sink. I then proceed to splash my face with water. "Ugh what did I eat I say to myself." I need to find the janitor, I think to myself.

I walk past the art room I look in there and Trey looks out, we make eye contact, but I keep going to look for the Janitor. The halls are completely empty,I keep walking and I stop when I hear some arguing. "Your bringing your ass home to me tonight Shamari, you not going home to your mama!"....Yells some guy. Baby you said you we're taking me home. My mom hasn't seen me in a week, an plus your drunk said Shamari says scared. He grabs her arm in anger. "Ouch Tyga baby your hurting me says Shamari as he drags her along." I start walking like I had been walking by, and not being nosy.

"Taraji?!?! Girl wassup how my nigga Chris doing? I haven't seen him in like a year. You and him was just getting together the last time I seen him said Tyga. I paused for a second, then I looked at his scared girlfriend then back at him. "Oooh Michael I remember now, I had to take a second look at you. He smile and lets go of his girls arm. Yeah call me Tyga I don't like the name Michael, only my girl can call me that, and my mama he said kinda rudely. Cool I said blankly. Is his number still the same Tyga asked? Yes I nodded and walked away.