"Robyn, I have to go see her, baby." Ray groaned as he grabbed his keys from the counter.
"I don't feel like it, but you can wait in my car if you want."
Robyn lowered her head to the ground out of frustration. "Why won't you just break up with her? What's the point in cheating? You're 18 and you're basically a grown ass man-"
"That's not the point, Robyn. I- I don't want to come off as an ass."
Robyn sighed then slowly stepped out of the twisty, red chair that sat by the kitchen counter. She lowered her eyes onto him as he looked at her also. She lowered her head to his cheek then planted a small kiss on it, backing away to the door.
"Call me when you break up with her, okay? I wouldn't want my boyfriend cheating on me, so I definitely don't want to be that girl to ruin a relationship." With that, she lowered her head again then walked out the door with her clutch purse on the side of her waist.
Ray Ray heavily sighed then smacked his forhead. Damn, Zonnique! he thought to himself.
He drove 25 minutes to LAPD. Zonnique explained the whole situation as she sat behind a glass window.
"Princeton is a total, TOTAL ass for this one. Don't worry, babe. I got you." Ray said, placing his hand onto the glass.
Zonnique didn't say anything back; she just placed her palms onto her eyes and started to shake her head. "Nique, what's wrong?" Ray asked, removing his hand from the glass.
"Ray... if- if you've heard the comments these inmates said about my face.." she stopped right there and rubbed her two lips together.
"Ray.. I just can't.. I can't be here no longer. I can't deal with this... I swear I can't."
"Stop saying you can't! You are a strong, independent young lady. That's why I dated you. Now STRAIGHTEN up those lips and don't give a SHIT about what those people have to say." Ray scolded as he pointed to her.
"I'm sick of hearing about this. I want you to know that you're a great person and that I wouldn't have changed my appearances for anyone. Be proud of yourself."
Zonnique sniffed then wiped her teary eyes with her palms. "Thanks, Ray."
It was painful to Ray to see Zonnique like this. He didn't realize how much he'd really cared about her until he saw her cry. When he could no longer keep his composure, he immediately ran out the room, leaving Zonnique behind. He ran through multiple people with his hands over his eyes until he finally barged into a bathroom. There, he rested his palms onto the unsanitary sink top and cried tears of regret, guiltiness, and pain.
He had to get Zonnique out there someway.
The next two weeks passed and it was time for the boys to go the UK. Bahja and Princeton totally forgot about their little confrontation they were having, so Bahja just stayed in Atlanta. Isabella wasn't able to go due to the surgery. Ironically, they moved her surgery RIGHT on the date the concert on.
Meanwhile, they were boarding the plane when Princeton sat by Roc. Roc didn't say a word to him.
"Roc... what's up?" he said as he playfully nudged his arm.
"Man, don't touch me." Roc said as he shoved his hand off of him.
"You think it's all good now that we're about to do a concert? No."
Princeton sighed then lowered his head. He glanced over at Prodigy and Ray in their seats. They were also facing straight ahead so they wouldn't have to make contact with him. All three of the boys weren't in favor of Princeton at that very moment.
