Big Mistake

"Note to Self"

"I don't pity a bitch who's brain is as small as my pinky toe. If she brings drama upon herself, then she'll suffer the consequences on her own." -Paris Vaughn

Five days later...

Brielle's hand began to fidget about as she steered the wheel of Teejay's Honda Accord, driving around downtown looking for Malcolm's gym studio. It's been almost a week since she attempted to murder Danielle, and it's been a living hell since then... but only for those around her.

Her father Travis was arrested due to the gun being traced back to the suspected car. Brielle also told Bianca about the pair of shades she found in the car, as well as the gun. Bianca began to wonder off as to why he would cheat on her, how long has it been going on, and if the woman he supposedly had shot was the mistress.

Brielle has her mother's mind twisted, as well as her brother Brandon's blood boiling from the situation. For she does care, nor will she ever. The only thing she cares about is taking care of her son, and getting Malcolm to break up with Paris. As well as graduating from high school and continuing to keep Milianna in the dark about what she's been doing.

Milianna has become suspicious as to why Paris has not been acting her normal self at work for the past week, especially with the amount of hours she's been working. Milianna's worries have reached the sky's limits and she can't help but wonder what's been going on that Paris hasn't mentioned to her, especially since it involves her big brother.

"Yes!" Brielle cheered to herself as she stumbled upon Malcolm's gym studio.

Her mission was to talk to him and see where things would lead from the day on, coming back to the gym and being apart of his class wise of course.

Parking Teejay's car across the street, she grabs her crossover Coach purse and places it around her, then quickly makes her exit after she shuts the car off.

Hitting the lock button on the keypad, she began to fluff out the outfit she decided to wear.  A black long sleeve cardigan and a strapless, blue and white floral shirt with a pair of black denim jeans.  Her hair was long and straight, and flowing to the center of her back.  She hates long hair and is bound to cut it down a few inches soon.

Hoping to catch Malcolm's attention of how good she managed to look for him, she decided to decorate her lips with her nude colored lipgloss.  Her lips were popping, her ride was clean, and her outfit stood out beyond measure.  She surely knew she would catch his attention.

Making her way across the street, she opened the door to the front of the building, but quickly stopped in her tracks as she heard Malcolm's deep voice from on the other side of the wall.

She began to listen in on his conversation, as she recognized the metallic voice from over the phone as Paris.  She rolled her eyes and shook her head as the eavesdropping continued on.

"This is some bullshit. We ain't had a day to ourselves in two weeks, and I'm tryna spend time wit' ma' woman. Even Danielle and Isaac suggested the shit when I brought it up, and I was hella surprised 'cause you know D don't like me." Malcolm told Paris.

"I'm sorry bae. But I've barely worked this week due to me doing things for D and I. And-"

"And you don't even have to do that 'cause that nigga August here. And he told you he would help out if you needed him to. Even Triston." Malcolm protested.

"This bitch." Brielle mumbled, rolling her eyes once more. "So selfish."

"Fuck outta here, Malcolm. You know damn well I don't need no help takin' care of them. They're my responsibility and-"