Get Like Me

Chapter 12

Nique P.

I was giggling way too much to notice I was dancing with my ex. I was way to drunk and high to know that I was kissing him and hear unbuttoning my shirt. I just continued to kiss him and I wrapped my arms around him.

"No, no, no." I giggled stopping his hands.

"And why is that?" Vincent chuckled at my drunk slurring.

"Because you're a bad boy." I poked him with my finger.

"Oh really?" Vincent smirked.

"Mhmm" I slurred again.

"What's the consequence for being a bad boy?" Vincent licked his lips. Next thing I know I'm at Vincent's house fucking him. I wasn't going to be happy when I wake up in the morning.

12:00a.m.

I rushed to the nearest bathroom and threw up all in the toilet. I saw a tray on the bathroom counter with medicine and orange juice on it. I popped the pill in my mouth and washed it down with the orange juice. But one thing I seemed to notice was...I wasn't at my house.

"Fuck!" I slammed my fist on the counter. I entangled my hands in my hair and rushed to put my clothes on. I searched everywhere for my phone and saw it was charging by the wall. I picked it up and put it in my clutch. While I was getting myself dressed I saw a used protection wrapper.

"Oh fuck! Shit!" I growled lowly.

"Zonnique you okay in there?" I heard a male's voice.

"Who are you and why am I here?" I started walking backwards.

"It's me Vincent." Vincent opened the door.

"Oh hell no! Vincent please tell me we didn't do anything..." I was hoping.

"We did..." Vincent rubbed the back of his neck.

"Why? Why? Why?" I rubbed my temples as I paced back and forth.

"We used protection." Vincent tried to soothe me.

"Vete a la mierda y protection!" I spoke in Spanish. [Translation: Fuck you and]

"When did you learn how to speak Spanish?" Vincent raised an eyebrow.

"The same time I learned to kick ass!" I spat.

"How long ago was that?" Vincent scratched his head. I scoffed and ignored him.

"This will all be okay. I could just tell Daniel that we were drunk. Yeah drunk. Haha." I giggled nervously.

"Actually I was sober..." Vincent shrugged.

"Te odio Vincent! Te odio! Te odio!" I shoved him. [Translation: I hate you Vincent! I hate you! I hate you!]

"Zonnique speak English damnit!" Vincent snarled.

"I fucking hate your guts. Is that what you wanted to hear?" My bottom lip quivered.

"You're still the same sensitive Zonnique. You never going to change are you?" Vincent shook his head.

"Vincent why'd you do this to me? Who else did this to me? Because I know your whole gang thing. I still hear stories about you." Tears were streaming down my face.

"Nobody did nothing but me." Vincent cut his eyes.

"Vincent do you understand that you just ruined a relationship between my friends and lover?!" I cried harder.

"I don't care. Long as you here with me." Vincent shrugged once more.

"You're so fucking selfish! This is why I broke up with you. You can't stop being immature. Even when I was carrying your child." I wiped my tears and gathered my things.

"Zonnique come on man..." Vincent followed me out his bedroom and down the stairs.

"Why you gotta leave? I'm better than that weak ass nigga Daniel." Vincent followed me out the door.

"How do you even know his name? Stalker." I rolled my eyes and got in his car.

"I'm not taking you home." Vincent crossed his arms.

"Whatever." I jammed the key in the ignition and backed up out the driveway. Vincent chased the car until he was unable to chase it anymore. See I was smart enough to pick pocket his car key. I sped all the way home and parked in the garage. I got out and rushed inside the quiet house. Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I quietly made my way up the stairs until...

"Skurt. Reverse. And sit your behind on this couch." Bahja scolded.

"Bahja I was just cleaning up the warehouse with Mario." I lied. 

"That's a lie because Mario came over here to see if you got home safely and he went looking for you." Bahja glared. How was I going to get out of this now?