Love Or Lust? < Love Story w/ Princeton and Jacob Latimore >

This story is going to be about falling in love, hearts being broken, lies told, truth figured out, betrayal, trust, love, and lust. It's not real.. is it? Love Or Lust? 

Disclaimer : Information portrayed in this story does not insist real life situations with these artists/characters. All rights are deserved to rightful owners. This is not a copy of anyone else's story, and would appreciate it if no one copied this one, read at your own risk. This WILL include mature content, and rated ( R ) scenes. All other rules are as follows, Thank you, and Enjoy!

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Diamond POV -Chapter 1-

My alarm wakes me up on a Saturday morning and for once I am excited. Who the hell is happy to hear an alarm clock on a Saturday morning?.. I know. But I have a reason.. wait for it... JACOB LATIMORE CONCERT!!! I hop out of my bed and my feet hit the floor lightly. " It's todaaayyyy. " I scream, fangirling for a few seconds. I quickly go to my mirror in the bathroom and brush my teeth. After spitting the last of it in the sink, I wash my face. " Good thing I took my shower last night.. " I remind myself before running back to my room. I stand in my mirror and take my hair down from the ponytail. I begin combing it out and it returns to the smooth texture. My hair is passed my shoulders, soft, brown, and very easy to deal with. ( As long as I don't sweat it out.. then we going' back to the 1970's, ayyyyeeee! Sike. Ain't nobody got time for DAT. ) I finish combing out my hair and flat iron it where it falls nicely passed my shoulders. Since I am 15, I'm finally allowed to wear make up. I place on a little eyeliner with some lip gloss and eye shadow and I'm almost ready to get dressed.  Now in my closet, I pick out my white skinny jeans with my black and red Jordan's. " Now where is my.. there it is. " I grab my red shirt that reads " You call yourself a bad bitch? I call you an untrained mutt, swerve. "  in white italicized letters.

Finishing up my outfit, I put on my white jacket and my ready and black necklace that spells " Queen D " in cursive letters. I go to the mirror to see if I'm missing anything. My outfit looks perfect, especially since I'm only 5'3.. hopefully Jacob notices me. I smile to myself before going over to me bed where my pet dog, Jordin, just watches me as I get ready. " I'll be back soon, Jordin. Behave please. Even though I know you won't. I speak, before thinking to myself. I give Jordin a small rub on her head and head out of my bedroom. I leave out, thinking so many wonderful things about Jacob.. we have the same skin color, although I may be a little lighter, doesn't matter.. close enough. His smile is just.. oh my god.  While thinking of him so much, I almost trip down the stairs. I stumble, but catch myself by grabbing the wall. I go into the kitchen and pour my cereal, Frosted Flakes, and I pour the milk a few seconds after. 

Sitting at the table, My mom comes downstairs and smiles to me. I smile back and begin with " Good morning mom. " She replies with " Good morning Diamond, I see I didn't have to remind you to clean your room today, what a surprise. " ............................She already startin' stuff. I just smile and continue eating my cereal. " Princeton said he'll be here to pick you up in around 15 minutes, I can't believe you got him to take you to the concert. " she says with a smirk. I cock my eyebrow a bit to her, " And why is that? " I ask her. " I just didn't think a guy would be interested in going to another guy's concert.. I'd think he's a bit embarrassed if he's the only other guy there. " she finishes as she grabs her coffee.

" It's not really a problem. I'm pretty sure he's going just to flirt with all the other girls there. " I say and shrug my shoulders casually. My mom smiles and says to me " Someone seems jealous. " I look at her with a straight face. " Don't even go there, you already know I don't like Prince like that. " I speak with a bit of annoyance in my voice. She just gives me a face that says " Sure you don't. " and I roll my eyes. " You always doin' this. " I mumble to myself, but apparently I was too loud because she continues with the conversation.. " I'm just saying Diamond, he's a guy, and I'm pretty sure he's not fruity, no need to get defensive. " she explains as if NOW it makes sense to me.... haha or nah.