Please... Save Me (Stud4Stud)

Chapter 4

~Chris's P.O.V.~

We had just gotten to Denny's, and I was already irritated. Our waiter seemed to have a thing for King and the bitch wouldn't leave her alone. I was ready to rip her head off of her shoulders. But why though?

Because you like her you dumbass.

But not only did I just meet her, I don't like studs!

My thoughts were interrupted by King snapping in my face. 

"What?" I snap. 

"Excuse me?" She warns, her right eyebrow raised. My eyes grew wide, my lips parting slightly.

"I, uh... I mean, what is it?" I whisper.

Why was I acting like this? No one has ever put me in check, aside from my parents. But this was different. It scared me. She was stripping me of my dominance and I didn't like it. Or at least I think I don't. I was always such a pushover when it came to my foster family. I refused to go through that in anyway outside of that hell house. So why was I giving her a pass? I don't even know her.

"I asked you what you wanted to eat." King smiles. I look up to see the waitress smirking at me. It's cool though because at the end of the day, everything on me is 100% REAL, unlike Miss Crunchy Bundles right here.

"Oh. Can I get the Ham & Cheese Omelette, please?" I ask the waiter as nicely as I can. 

She rolls her eyes and nods before scribbling it down and walking away.

Ok, strike two bitch. Do something else hella disrespectful and Imma drag your ass by your Rice Crispies.

Out of nowhere I heard King try to stifle her laughter. Shit. I guess I said that out loud...

"You don't have to come for her edges, Ma." She chuckles.

"And she didn't have to roll her eyes so hard that they could've swallowed them busted ass lashes. It's not like she has edges anyway." I return. 

Soon enough, our food came out. We were eating and having fun when all of a sudden, a body makes itself comfortable in my lap. Now, I would've been fine had this bitch not weighed more than a boulder. I looked up at her, ready to politely ask her fat ass to get up, when I realize that it is none other than my soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend, Madison.

Now don't get me wrong, she is a beautiful girl. However, she is, with lack of a better word, a thot. I couldn't even consider her a hoe because hoes got something out of the people they fucked. She more than likely didn't get shit but a "good job" and a thumbs up.

I used to love her with all of my heart. Now I can't even think about her without wanting to vomit.

King looked at her, confused, while Madison just stared at me. She then goes in to try to kiss me, but I dodged that shit like Road Runner. Had a bitch doing the Matrix in my seat. I don't know how many people had her mouth today, alone. There's telling how many, or what kind of, diseases she was carrying. She was like a walking plague to me. Not to mention the fact that she was a little heavier than usual. I just hope it's not what I think it is.

"What are you doing here, Madison?" I ask, annoyed.

"I thought you would be happy to see me?" she pouts. Oh, so we playing that game.

"Girl, I haven't seen you in over a week and I was doing just fine." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, whatever." she says before grabbing ahold of my fork and beginning to feed herself from my place. 

King's eyes went wide as she watch my body go stiff. My hands beginning to shake violently.

I know this bitch didn't just put her dick sucking, pussy slurping, cum spitting lips on my fork.