Cupid's Crooked Bow | COMPLETE

Chapter | 12

Seems like aint nothing cool about being real
No one's honest about what they feel
Take a hoe and try to treat her well,
She'll be back up at the club again.
I know what you want but you not gon' get it
That's enough for sure that you fuckin' with me
You do what you want with somebody else
...
You used to be the one I talked to,
On the side
Waiting for my love to break up
It's crazy how your ass can walk through every night
Acting like you been a player.
That grass aint greener on the other side

Grass Aint Greener- Chris Brown

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The whistle blew for the start of the last quarter of the basketball game. Team Canada was in the lead by six whole points while America was feeling the pressure, Tonaya more than anyone else on her team, being the only girl on the team. Her ball skills were rusty, but she still had the support of Willow who was seated court-side with Bella whose only focus was on Rakim.

Tonaya had the ball in her hands and she tried her hardest not to panic. For starters, cameras were rolling to give live footage of the game. Looking freaked out would make her the butt of every online joke. Secondly, with everybody moving around so much, it was hard to pick one person on her team to throw the ball to.

"I'm open, T!" Rakim shouted. He was the closest to Tonaya and she had to swallow her pride and just give him the ball. If she had it her way, Tonaya would've tossed to Chris but he was busy blocking some tall guy near the hoop.

Tonaya threw the ball to Rakim who immediately began showing off his ball skills by dribbling and all of that. He had to pass the ball. He, unlike Tonaya, had the advantage of having more of Team America open and closeby and, instead of throwing the ball to Anthony, he aimed for Chris's face.

The whistle blew again and Chris lost it. He went for Rakim who was apologising just for show, and Tonaya and the referee had to intervene before things got messy and the team got disqualified.

"I can't fucking see!" Chris rubbed his left eye once he let go of Rakim's jersey.

"Take a seat then, Chris." The ref suggested.

"Nah, I want his punk ass off the court right now. Since when do you got no aim, fool?" Chris shoved Rakim over the referee's shoulder.

"It was an honest mistake, bruh," Rakim laughed.

"You think this is funny?" Chris was getting heated, "what the fuck is yoir problem?"

"I don't have one!"

"Grow the fuck up before I beat some sense into you."

"Like you did Rihanna?" Rakim quipped.

"You son of a--"

"Chris, no," Tonaya finally spoke up, "go take a seat, leave him alone, he's not worth it, remember?"

"He's messing with me!" Chris exclaimed angrily, "this is part of a sick game!"

"Chris, if you don't get off the court, I'm gonna have to take action." The referee said.

"Me? What about him?!" Chris tried to shove Rakim again but he just stepped out of Chris's reach.