Up to You

Chapter Eight

eight arielle

 I’ve never waited more excitedly for anything than for this. I want to be out of the paparazzi’s eye. I was dressed in a black Motel Lolita crop ladder top, Nudie Jeans Co. long john tight jeans, with white high top Converse. My hair was down and flowing. I grabbed my black Michael Kors hamilton leather tote. I walked downstairs, grabbing my keys off of the counter. I walked out of the house, down the pathway to my car. I got in, putting the key into the ignition. I pulled off.

 After this, I want nothing to do with him. I pulled up to the building, taking my key out of the ignition. I grabbed my purse, getting out of the car. I walked into the building, to the room. I sat down in the chair, with my legs hanging over the chair.

 ‘’Arielle, sit up.’’ Maria scowled.

 ‘’I’m a grown woman.’’ I said. Chris and his manager, Tina walked into the room. He sat down looking at me.

 ‘’Ok, let the meeting start.’’ Tina said. I just looked up in to space while she was talking. I decided to listen when she said Chris and I had to tweet our breakup. I grabbed my phone, unlocking it. I went to Twitter and tweeted ‘’Sorry all the Chrielle fan, Chris and I are no more. It’s for the best. Wish the best for him and his future @ChrisBrown.’’

 ‘’Done, now can I get out of here?’’ I asked.

 ‘’Arielle, stop being rude.’’ Maria scowled again.

 ‘’You ain’t my mama, don’t be treating me like a child.’’ I said. Damn, I’m that one nerve away from firing her ass. Chris kept giving me the side eye. I brushed it off because it’s done.

 ‘’Arielle, could we speak in the hall?’’ Chris asked.

 ‘’No, since I’m not your type.’’ I smirked.

 ‘’Stop being a little kid.’’ He said.

 ‘’I’m not no damn little kid. Whatever you gotta say, say it now. When I walk out the room, it’s done between me and you.’’ I said.

 ‘’I’m sorry for what I said.’’ He said.

 ‘’It’s too late for sorry’s. I don’t need the ya’ sympathy. I’m doin’ me and I’m going to continue doing me, with or without ya’ petty ass in my life. Thank you very much.’’ I said, getting up. I stormed out of the room, out of the building. I sat down on the bench. I let out some air. I’m going to fucking scream.

 ‘’Arielle?’’ Someone asked. I looked up to see Chris.

 ‘’I don’t wanna fuckin’ talk to you.’’ I growled.

 ‘’You need someone to talk to.’’ He said.

 ‘’I don’t wanna talk to you, so get out of my face. We’re not in a relationship, so stop.’’ I said, getting up. I stormed off to my car. I got in, putting the key into the ignition. I pulled off, turning up the radio.

 Chris’s Point of View

 I sat there on the bench, thinking. Love has got me feeling me some type of way. Arielle has got me all up in my feeling. I sighed, walking inside to the meeting room.

 ‘’Where is Arielle?’’ Tina asked.

 ‘’She left.’’ I said.

 ‘’I’m gonna have to have to talk to that girl.’’ Arielle’s manager, Maria said. I walked out of the room, out of the building. I walked out to my Lamborghini, getting inside. I put the key into the ignition, pulling off. I know Arielle was my fake girlfriend but I grew to have feelings for her. I just have to get over her and move on.

 Knowing Mijo, he’s going to be at my house eating up my food. I put up to my house, taking the key out of the ignition. I got out of the car, walking up the pathway. I opened the door, to hear loud cussin’ on the TV. I closed the door, walking into the living room. Mijo was sitting there watching Friday.

 ‘’What up Chris?’’ He asked.

 ‘’Nothin’, I’m go upstairs and take a nap.’’ I said. He nodded his head. I walked upstairs to my bedroom. I fell onto the bed, closing my eyes.

 *Dream Mode*

 ‘’Papi, wake up.’’ Someone said, shaking me. I opened my eyes to see Arielle. Hold the fuck up.

 ‘’Arielle, what are you doing here? I thought we broke up, this morning?’’ I asked.

 ‘’No, silly. We’re been married for two months and we’re expecting our first child.’’ She said, smiling. ‘’Anyway, breakfast is ready.’’ She added. I got up from the bed, walking downstairs. We’re in my house. I walked into the kitchen. There were eggs, french toast, pancakes, sausage links and grits.

 ‘’Thank you, Arielle.’’ I said, kissing her cheek.

 ‘’What I don’t get a kiss on the lips?’’ She asked.

 ‘’You can.’’ I said, pulling her close. I pulled her into a sweet, meaningful kiss. She pulled away, smiling. ‘’How many months are you?’’ I asked.

 ‘’Three months. Come on and eat your breakfast.’’ She said, sitting down on the island. I sat down at the counter. I bit into the french toast. ‘’Babe, do you think we’re having a boy or girl?’’ She asked.

 ‘’I don’t care, as long as he/she is healthy.’’ I said, rubbing her belly. She smiled at me. She’s my wife.

 ‘’Chris, follow me.’’ She said, getting up from the stool. I got up, following her upstairs to our bedroom. I walked in. She pushed onto the bed, sitting on my chest. ‘’Since when I get really pregnant, we aren’t haven’t sex. Let’s do it now.’’ She said, ripping my shirt. Right when we were about someone slapped me.

 *Reality*

 ‘’What the fuck!’’ I shouted, loudly. I seen Mijo in front of me, with a box of Captain Crunch in his hand.

 ‘’Nigga, you up here moanin’ and shit.’’ He said. I sat up, holding my head. Did I really have a dream about Arielle?

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