monica p.o.v (couple of weeks later)
everything is going perfect with james and I. I truly love him and I know he really love me to. we argued a little but only about small things nothing big. he always tell me that I might be the girl that going to make him stop having trust issues with girls. I still wondering why he ever dated that prisca chick, she might had been his highschool girlfriend or something. But I cant complain I love me some trevor. that little boy is great.
"and it wont stop no oh ooo." my phone rang it was gina like always yes I know i need to change my ring tone but thats my sonng
"hey monica, girl dontae throwing this thing at this club and he inviting all his friends, so james is going right?"
"yeah right its tonight."
"yeah it is, you going right."
"how am I going to go we cant enter the club"
"true but dontae knows the bouncer if we just come with our man they aint going to ask for identification."
"ight then im going see you later." I hung up. I called james and he told me to meet up at his crib so we can go to the club from there I agree and we hung up.
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(4hours later 11pm)
I got dress, did my hair and wore very little makeup. when I was done I got my keys and went into my whip. I got to james house in like 20mintues. I was waiting on him to get dress and that was a good 45min wait. when he was done we decided to take his car, and left my car in the driveway, and we left. we arrived to the club in 35 minutes. we pass the bouncers ,thank gosh they didnt ask for identification, and enter the club. it was big as hell the , music blasting real loud through the speakers. It was great. I can tell this is going to be a crazy night
"monica you looking sexy." gina yelled as we enter the v.i.p
"thanks you looking fine too."
"thanks girl you know I try." I laughed
"oh shit thats my song, let's go dance." gina grab my arm and we made it to the dance floor, trampoline booty by kstyles was playing. of course when this song come on you gotta twerk and that what I was doing makin my ass do left cheek right cheek, making it clap bounce and all. gina and I was getting it on the dance floor. we dance with a couple of people girls and boys, then we went to the bar and got some drinks. I had 7shots 3 glasses I was drunk this was going to be a crazy night I can tell
JAMES p.o.v
"baby lets have some fun." monica said falling ontop of me in the v.i.p lounge, damn how many drinks did this girl have
"awww shit someone cant hold there liquor." jason said, that my nigga since highschool
" ya ima head out, so I can take her home." I responded. damn this firl making me leave the club this early its only 2 I usually leave the club around 5 in the morning
"noo I dont want to go I wanna dance and drink more." she said drozzy as hell, yup she is definitely drunk
"lets go monica."
"ughhh fine bye everyone mister boring wants to leave." no this girl didnt call me boring she the reason why we leaving early
"byeee monica." they all said. "I wanna stay." she whinned "gina help me"
"monica you're drunk."
"noooooooo, wabaalabara-"
"nah you drunk now your mumbling crazy shit."
"james take her home." gina said. I nod. I pick monica up because whe couldn't walk straight we left the club and got into the car, and drove off. she was in the pasenger seat making noise, and was saying small sentences."
"yaya I a secret." she slur
"secret."
"yess secret, promise you wont twell james." dont tell me what, what is this girl talking about
"promise." I said making it seem like this yaya person she just said
"secret I have secret. " she kept repeating this girl making no sense do she always act like this when she drunk, starts saying crazy things
"ok." I said giving up about this secret shit
"17."
"17, what monica. "
"lalalala17." there she goes again with making those weird ass sounds
"mo just go to sleep. " but of course she didnt she kept talking about the number 17 then suddenly she finally finish the phrase.
"im 17 dont twell jamesy he going to be mad shuuuu keep it to yourself." she whisper then giggle.
THE FUCK SHE MEAN 17 . we pulled into the drive way I got her out the car and put her inside. hell nawh she funna explain this shit to me when her ass sober up.
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monica p.o.v (the next day)
I woke up with a major headache. james wasnt in the bed next to me. I went to the bathroom brush my teeth took a bath, did my hygiene. I put on some sweats and one of james t shirt and went downstairs. He was in the kitchen.
"hey baby." I said wrapping my arms around his waist, kissing his neck. he was stiff, he didn't move at all. "whats wrong." I asked walking to the other side of the kitchen. then he threw my license on the counter, my school I.d he must had found out, what the fuck happen lastnight.
"james I can explain."
"shut up, you told me you will never hurt me and you did, and at of all things you lied about your age, not a little but a lot, and the craziest shit is that we fucked and you a minor, get your shit and leave my house now, and to think I love you I never want to see you again." he yelled. I just stood there and cry I can tell he was hurt.
"im sorry." I cried hoping he will forgive me
"leave now." he said sternly. I grab all my stuff, left the house, got in my car and drove home. gina called my cell but I aint answer I dont want to speak to her, or anyone anymore.
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end of chapter 10...how do you like it. I know I said this story was going to be monica p.o.v but for this chapter I wanted to try something different and do a james p.o.v for this part ofnthw story...
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will james ever forgive monica?????
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3/20/14
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