MaryJane -» chris brown

24.WWYD?

WWYD?

Chris's POV
9:54a.m

I slowly open my eyes, then quickly scanned the time, then rose up from my desk then realisation hit me as I scanned my location.

Last Night

11:34p.m

"Shit, shit, shit!" I softly say as I continued watching porn from my computer, rubbing my thick length.

The constant moaning noises and screams got me, if you only knew...

"Fuck, fuck, I'm-" and then I cummed all over my chest.

-

"Then blacked out." I say as I pulled my pants up.

I was heading to the bathroom until I heard a knock on my door.

Who knocks at this time?

"Mr. Brown?" A feminine voice says as she knocks the door twice.

I quickly remove my red tie and unbutton my button-on shirt, throwing it across my room.

I jogged downstairs
"Mr. Brown?" She says again resulting to knock again, and I jogged faster "Coming." I say as I opened the door.

A saltine-American girl, with cat-eye glasses, I think I see an Oakley? Definitely an Oakley. and pearly blue eyes. Looked around her late 20's. Did I forgot that she had a fucking notepad on her? Is that normal? Or am I just weird.

"You may be wondering, why I'm here. Well I'm here to tell you that one of your students has a Facebook fan page page about you. Currently 1K likes, and 2K following the organisation." She says as he puts her glasses on-top of her nostrils and glanced at me, quickly before continuing "Age range around 16-19."  She says and closes her notepad

"What? So you're telling me that there is a fan page about me?" I ask staring at her pearly blue eyes, searching for guilt.

She nods her head.

"Not a misconduct?" I ask crossing my arms.

"Yes definitely, wouldn't drive here 3 hours just to tell you something like this, clearly it's a joke to you." She says taking a deep breath and crossing her arms.

Bitch had the nerve. Testing my patience.

"Page name?" I ask.

"Facebook currently disabled the fan page."

"Okay, thanks." I say.

"Bye." She says leaving the door and I nod closing the door.

"What's next? Fan fictions?" I talk to myself chuckling.

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Maria's POV (Jasmine's Mother)

I was walking my way to my mothers home, it's been quite a while when I started settling, my motherland. Isn't it wonderful? I mean Brazil isn't that scary.