So you came for what?!

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~{Princeton's P.O.V}~

I smiled as she ran out the door with tears in her eyes. Nothing makes me more satisfied than making an unworthy hoe cry.  Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy and they shook their heads. Especially Prodigy and Roc; they looked disappointed in me the most. I hate them niggas foreal. They always tryna make me feel bad and shit.

"What y'all lookin at?! Get back to rehearsing." I was fed up and leaned back in my chair while I watched  Prod and Roc make their way over to towards me. Everyone else went back to rehearsing and I heard a couple murmurs about me of course.

"What's yo problem man?" Roc said while giving me a face of disappointment. 

"Man there's nothing wrong with me. I'm just fine." I said with a sarcastic smile plastered on my face.  Prod shook his head.

"Why you do that to her?" he said. I was boiling with anger now, like why do they care?

"Why are y'all defending her?!  She ain't nothing but an unworthy hoe anyways!" I threw my hands up and walked outside to my car. Not more than 30 seconds after I hopped in the car my phone rang. Thinking it was Keisha, I answered.

"Hello?" I groaned

"You better go apologize to her, and she's not a hoe trust me." the voice said and hung up.

I realized that the voice was Prod and he sounded really pissed at me. Normally I would ignore him when he got pissed at me, but since he sounded really concerned, I might go apologize to her.  I revved the engine and sped off.

I had a book filled with addresses and names that Keisha gave to each of us so we can find where our stage and crew lives in case anything important happens.  I tried to remember her name, and I remembered that it was Bianca.  As soon as I pulled up to the stop light, I went in my glove compartment and pulled out the book and went to the B section.

There it was: Bianca Avery, 1717 Appleridge Estates.

I knew where that was, so I drove down to the apartments. It was about 10 minutes away, and I pulled into the complex scanning for the address. "Hmm, 1715, 1716, Ah here we go 1717," I whispered to myself.

I quickly pulled up and parked the car. I sat in the car for a couple minutes to think about what I was going to say before finally stepping out.

I walked up slowly and knocked on the door. I ran my fingers through my hair and suddenly the foor opened. There she was wearing a tank top and some and pink shorts. Her hair was down and the sunlight reflected off her toned skin. She looked absolutely beautiful. Wait, what am I saying?! I came to apologize then leave Prince.

"May I help you?" she rolled her eyes impatiently tapping her foot.

"Yeah, uhm can I come in for a minute?" I asked

"Why?" she raised her eyebrow. She was making it harder than it actually is to apologize which was making me mad.

"Well, Bianca is it?" she nodded "Yea I came to apologize for the way I threw the bucket of water on you today," I sighed and looked at the floor.

"Is that all?" she sounded as if I was bothering her. What the fuck did she mean 'is that all'? I tried to calm myself down.

"Yeah that's all," I said. She tried to close the door on me but I put my foot in the door. "And," I said as she opened the door back up and stared at me.

"I would like to make up for it by taking you out," I bluntly told her. I still couldn't believe she tried to shut the damn door on me. On ME!!

She looked me up and down and invited me inside. Finally. I sat on the couch while she got dressed. I was looking at my phone when I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. What I saw truly amazed me. I've never seen her like thjs before, besides her costumes for the show.

She had on a fitted red dress that came to her knees. It hugged her curves that she covered during practice. The sleeves stopped to her elbows so it looked classy yet casual. She had on a blue jean jacket and red doc martin's. Her hair was straight and flowing down her back. I guess I must've been staring too long because she cleared her throat, causing me to snap back into reality.

"Alright I'm ready," she huffed as she grabbed her phone and small purse.

"Yeah okay let's go," I said still focusing on her as we climbed into my car.

I started the car and sped off into the evening I watched as her hair flowed in the wind.

"So where we goin," she smiled looking at me

"You'll see," I smiled staring down the road.

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