Chris POV
It's really been an extra we- it's been 3 whole weeks without Aaliyah. I was just finish running around the neighborhood and was sweating like hell. My homeboy Trey had called up my phone and I took a while to answer cause I ain't wanna talk to no body.
"Hello?"
"Chris Wassupp? What you doing today? You know that club just opened up."
"Yeah, Im not in the mood man me and Liyah just split and I know that yall niggas always wanna hit up a club to meet another girl but to be honest man I don't wanna see nobody else right now."
"Damn,bro what the hell.. You really need to go now! You know what's gonna happen if you don't. Ima pull up there, not alone either, and Ima drag yo as-"
"Trey nigga I don't wanna go to no club."
"I knew you would say that and mean it."
I heard a knock at the door and I ran down there to answer it cause I know damn well.... Trey is at my fucking door with August.
"Trey told me you ain't wanna go to the spot? I came to change your mind." he said
"Im not saying it no more."
I walked away leaving them to come in and close the door they damn selves.
I flopped on my couch and turned on my TV and Aug stood in front.
"Nigga get the hell up." Trey kicked at me.
"Don't kick at me."
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They been here for 2 hours straight and I sound like a damn broken record.
I finally gave in and got dressed. I had a plan. Fuck these hoes and go home. Don't catch nothing.
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We arrived at the function.. and I ain't gon' lie. No homo but we was looking fine. There was so many bad bitches.. just wish one of them was Liyah.
I walked to the back and sat down on the couch in the VIP section. Trey got us in for free cause he flirted with the lady guard. She was big... but we had Mr. Panty Droppa.
"You want a drink?" August yelled
"Nah Man" I mouth shaking my head.
"Here man." he handed me some liq
I took a sip and that shit was strong. Like I drink sometimes but that shit... I took it all down and laid back. He was handing me more and by then I was buzzing.
Aaliyah POV
I walked in this new club that just opened up tonight. I was with my bestfriend Jasmine. She finally got me out the house and she knew I was down. I just wouldn't tell her why. We was looking bad as hell. I could tell from all the stares. This man walked up to us. He was every inch of fine...wish he was Chris.
"Hey Ladies, how are you?"
Jasmine immediately grabbed his arms and walked off winking at me.
I blushed and my mood was wiped away from my body. I was so sad. I wanted to cry. I went to the bar and sat there. Im not a heavy drinker but I still didn't know what to do.
"Can I have something light?"
"Sure thing beautiful." The bartender said handing me something with a light color but strong smell.
I took sips they were strong but nothing I couldn't handle. Next thing I know I had 4.. then 7.
Chris POV

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