This season, on the Bad Boys Club, we are bringing in 7 boys from across the US all with one thing in common. Their everlasting habit to be bad. All together in an amazing mansion with no tv, cell phones, and cameras pointed at them 24 hours on the...
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Aubriel's Point of View.♡
I let out a heavy pant as my back roughly impacts with floor of the bus beneath me. Oh hell no! Did this nigga just push me?! Kylon comes tumbling down on top of me as the bus makes a sharp turn then coming to a abrupt stop causing everyone to slightly lean to the left then forward. I quickly set my arms outwards attempting to push him off of me but he grips onto both of my wrists holding me down. "Get the fuck off of me!"
We begin to wrestle from side to side on the floor of the party bus until I slightly get the upper hand sitting myself up a bit and hovering above him. Bringing my fist back, I lodge it over into his lower jaw causing a loud grunt to spill from his lips and his eyes to clench shut in pain. Raising my balled fist once again, I shoot it forward just as Kylon pushes me off of him sending a missed hit into the metal floor.
"Aye, Aye, let him go!" The security guards from behind shout as they come rushing out from the black curtains of the bus making their way up behind me. Charging back forward, my hands find their way across Kylon's neck and I begin to jerk him back and forth until two sets of strong hands grip onto my forearms pulling me away. "You ran up my nigga and got popped!" I shout over at him as he sits his upperhalf up rubbing the side of his face with his palm.
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As security gradually pulls me away from the scene, Kylon lifts his left foot in one swift motion, kicking it outwards in my direction. I let a loud distressed grunt as the bottom of his boot roughly collides with the bridge of my nose sending an intense pain up the front of my face. I instantly lunge myself forward attempting to get my hands back on Kylon but the security guards over power me pulling me out of the van and out onto the curb.
"You wanna kick you pussy ass nigga?! Just wai- just wait till I get back in that house!" I shout from outside the van as security continue to pull me away leading me to a smaller jet black van that was parked at the side of the road closely behind. One of the guards let loose of my arm as he reaches outwards gripping onto the metal latch of the door and pulling it horizontally sliding the door open.
I climb up into the seat laying my head back against the headrest and place my fingertips underneath my nose wiping away the stream of blood as it continues to cascade down to my upper lip from the force of Kylon's kick. I can't believe it's first night and I'm already fighting... When I met Kylon, he seemed super cool and chill, nothing like the trashy ass fem mess he becomes when he's drunk...
Man, he's lucky as fuck security was holding me back, but I got a good hit in anyway... A skinny Caucasian lady with a blonde pixie cut and a clipboard in her hands slowly jogs her way over to the vehicle stopping as she reaches my open door. This must be the producer I was told about when casting for the show, Lisa.
