Taming Christopher Brown

Chapter Three

Twelve-thirty couldn't come soon enough for me.

It was finally time for me to clock out. Working on a Saturday was the hardest thing ever when I wanted to be sleeping in after working Monday-Friday. But overtime helped pay the bills and put extra dollars in my pocket and would help the people I love.

I was tired and hungry, only having a bagel and some coffee this morning for breakfast. It was hot in L.A today and I didn't feel like taking the bus two actually. But It was the only way my ass was getting home.

I started to make my way towards the bus stop which was only a few streets away from the store I worked in. When I got there I sat on the edge of the filthy bench away from the middle-aged biker dude covered in tats as I possibly could. I contemplated what I was going to eat when I got home.

I could always stop at Burger King...

But that would mean I would have to pay to get on an extra bus when I was done ordering. Besides, it was only going to fill me up for an hour than I would starving again. I didn't get a chance to go grocery shopping yet so the house was pretty empty and I couldn't stand the idea of standing for who knows how long and cook something.

A familiar car pulled up to the streetlight which was right next to the bus stop. It was white, flashy, and expensive as hell. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see who the driver was until they rolled the window down.

It was Chris. All I could see was that he was dressed in a white tee with black shades.

"Sienna? I thought that was you. What are you doing here?"

"What does it look like I'm doing Christopher?"

"You actually take the bus?"

Why would I lie about taking the bus?

"Yesss." I dragged out the s sound.

"Where you headed?" He asked.

"Home."

"Let me take you." He offered.

"No, it's okay."

"Come on, let me take you."

"I said no Christopher."

"Are you always this damn stubborn?"

"I'm not stubborn." I folded my arms across my chest.

"Miss," I turned my head to look at the biker dude who was sitting next to me. "I know I'm kind of old, but I think that's Chris Brown."

"Your point sir?"

"His point is that you should get in the car with me." Chris interjected.

"Thank you for offering, but I'm okay." I assured him. I didn't want to get in his car so I wouldn't have to feel like I own him.

"Fine." Chris put the car in park then turned off the ignition before he was pulling out his keys and climbing outside his car.

"What are you doing?" I asked shocked when he sat next to me on the bench.

"Well if you won't come with me, I'll go with you." Chris stated.

"You would take the city bus for me?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah."

"You don't have to do that." I shook my head.

"I'm twenty-four years old and I've never been on the bus, I want to."

"Okay." I agreed.

"But your responsible if I get attacked by fans or someone beats up after what happened in 2009." He continued.