Bad Behavior

Chapter 4

Mynetta in M/M

Vanessa POV

I might as well let the birthday girl get what she wants. She'll have to work for it though. Besides, I haven't had any sexual attention in a few weeks so it'll be a good thing to release some of this college stress. I made sure the lights were off up here so she couldn't see my body.

She felt around on my body, feeling for my pearl. When she got there, my head dropped back on the couch, loving the feelings I was getting down there. She rubbed around it but I was becoming impatient. I reached down and tried to push her fingers inside me.

"Mmh,"I started to moan lowly once she finally stuck them inside of me.

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"Why the fuck are you two coming down here from up there by yourselves?"Malaysia asked as soon as we reached the last step on the short staircase.

"Nun bruh,"

"No! Bestfriend, I don't trust Dream."Malaysia whined. I rolled my eyes.

"I thought you were feeling sick."I butted in.

"I am feeling nauseous."She spoke before turning back to the girl that just finished eating me out.

"Malaysia, you need to get home, you look pale as fuck."

"I feel fine Mynetta."Malaysia laughed. "You just said you were a lil nauseated."I spoke.

"Have you been drinking?"Mynetta asked just as Malaysia hunched over and puked all over my Christian Louboutin heels. I screamed out in disgust which caused some people to look my way.

The music soon turned off as everyone in the club directed their attention towards the stairs. Even some of the strippers had stopped dancing.

"Shit, you okay?"Mynetta asked. I didn't know which one of us she was asking so I kept quiet. "Call Markus while I go get these cleaned up."She ordered, taking my heels.

I huffed and pulled my hair back into a big bun atop my head. "I'm Chayla."Some chick said as she helped me clean my feet. "Dream."I replied.

"I know. I follow you snapchat. I'll text you."She threw away the last useless napkin and walked away from me. I turned to my side and looked at Malaysia.

"You okay?"I asked, reaching to rub her back as comfort.

"Does it look like I'm okay? Don't touch me, hoe."She snapped, yanking away from me. "Bitch I was just tryna help."I mumbled, turning back. "Ion need ya help. Fuck you! Stay away from my baby daddy."She got off the steps and stumbled her drunk ass over to Markus.

He picked her up.

"I'm sorry on her behalf, Dream. She's drunk as fuck and don't know what she's doing. Mynetta's gonna take you home. I'll see you Tuesday."Markus spoke.

"Yeah, Tuesday."I replied.

Mynetta came back over to me. "You wanna put em back on?"She asked.

I shook my head. "Nah, I'll just buy some more off my card."I answered. "Carry me though."I got up from the steps and jumped on her, wrapping my legs around her waist. She carried me to her car and put me in the passenger seat.

I pulled on my seatbelt and just stared out of the windshield of the car as she drove.

"Where you wanna go? Your home or...?"

"Yeah, take me to my house."I put the address in the GPS and sat back. After Malaysia's little episode, I'm just fucking tired. I just want to hop in my bed and sleep the rest of the morning away.

When I finally got to the house, I trudged up the stairs to my room. When I got there, the time was 1:30am.

I pulled off my clothes, stayed in my undergarments and hopped in the bed next to Peppa who was already asleep. That bitch don't wake up for shit!

I got comfortable in the bed and she crawled up under me.

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"So, how was the party?"Tam asked as I walked into the kitchen for lunch, the next afternoon.

"Fine."I replied, twisting the cap off of the bottled water to drink.

"Just fine?"

"Mhm."

She left it at that while I tossed my bag over my shoulder.

"We goin' down to Louisiana tomorrow, right Tam?"I asked. I watched her maneuver around the kitchen but she never answered my question. "Right, Tam? 'Cause I don't have school for the next week and a half."I went on but she still never replied.

I rolled my eyes and literally dropped everything I was holding. I stormed up to my room and slammed the door shut. I hate when Tam ignores me when I ask for something, it means no!

I plopped down on my bed, pouting. I sniffed as Peppa licked away my salted tears. I've asked her the same thing, every year since I was six. I miss my parents, I don't even know where they are. I'm fucking nineteen for god sake!

"Ion have time for this."I got up from the bed and went to my closet. I stood on my step stool and reached up for the top shelf. I pulled down my briefcase and slung it to the floor, stepping off my stool.

I peeked out of my bedroom door, making sure Tam was still downstairs. I closed and locked the door before going over to open my briefcase. Over the years, I collected allowance and put it up for emergencies. I took my time counting every single dollar in that case, $25,500. I snatched my wallet off the desk in the corner of my room and unzipped it dumping the cards out. I called my banks and found out that I still had about ten thousand on each card. So, now I have $85,500. That's more than enough to get myself a plane ticket to Louisiana, a hotel plus more I would need on my voyage. I closed the briefcase, and sat my wallet on top of it.

"Nessa?"Tam called from the other side of the door, knocking softly.

"I'm busy."I yelled back, pulling down my Gucci suitcase carry on.

"Doing what? Open the door."

"I can't. I'm shitting."I lied.

She said nothing more, just walked away from the door. I sighed, relieved. I pulled clothes from hangers, stuffed them into the suitcase and crammed every single pair of shoes I owned, on top of it. I had a little trouble zipping it, but after a few minutes it finally closed. I stuffed all my hair needs into the top and zipped that with ease. I spent the next two hours packing up my belongings.

"All done,"I muttered, wiping my hands on my warm up pants. I was going to go Louisiana and I was going to go see my parents.

C. Baby