Black Diamond: Chris Brown Love Story

Chris.

"Why you been acting so funny lately?" Deja asked as I attempted to pull away from her.

I looked at her sitting on my lap then back at the television where the game was playing without saying anything.

"Chris, I know you hear me talking to you." She said mushing my head but yet I still ignored her.

In the beginning Deja was cool because it was strictly sex but now she catching feeling and shit. You can't really tell a girl she's just a fuck buddy without expecting a reaction so I tried to wing myself off her pussy but that shit is easier said then done.

"I heard you." My concentration still on the television.

She smacked her lips.

"You fucking somebody else?" Deja snapped.

"If I was, so what. You knew when we started this shit you wasn't getting cuffed, hell you lucky I kept you around this long."

"I'm lucky?"

"Yeah."

"Nigga I don't need you. Plenty of niggas would love a taste of this sweet pussy." Deja stated matter of factly.

I chuckled.

"That's the thing with you basic bitches. Just 'cause you can get a nigga to look your way doesn't mean he's interested in the way you look or the amount of intelligence possess. He's only interested in what you have to offer then he's goes to find a respectable woman who isn't as willing to open her legs to every nigga passing by."

Deja looked at me for a moment. "Are you calling me a hoe?"

"A dumb one at that." Clearly I had to dumb shit down for this broad. "Let me make this easy so you understand, get the fuck out."

I wasted no time pushing her off me and going into the drawers I let her barrow when she spent the night. I threw all her shit into a trash bag while she yelled and hit me for me to stop.

"Chris stop! I'm sorry." She pleaded.

"Hell nah. Get out."

I threw the half full bag towards the door then snatched it open. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes but that shit didn't phase me. Deja sighed then walked outside in the rain. She turned around and fixed her mouth to say something but quickly shut it.

"See ya' around kid." I smirked then slamming the door in her face.

I retreated back to my room where I rolled up a blunt then laid back playing the Xbox. I didn't have community service today and I'm not going out with Jayceon til later so I decided to call Shelby and see what she was doing.

"Hello?" She sang into the phone.

"Wassup, ma?"

"Nothing just leaving practice with India, wassup with you?"

"Bored as hell." We both laughed and I could've sworn I heard India in the background making kissy noises.

Shelby giggled. "Aye, let me call you back when I get home."

"Don't sweat it sweetheart. I'm coming to get you in twenty minutes and yo' ass better be ready."

"Yeah, whatever asshole."

I laughed then hung up. I quickly jumped in the shower for thirty minutes then lotioned up and put on some cologne. I slipped on a pair cargo pants, black crewneck t-shirt and my Jordans. I made sure to brush my fade then grabbed my keys to the motorcycle and before long I was pulling up to Shelby's house.