Chapter 2: The Party

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(Song at the top: Party by Chris Brown ft. Gucci Mane and Usher)

Aubrey
Travis came to pick me up at 11:30 pm. When I was about to get in his Bentley, I noticed that there was a woman in the front seat. She was 5'4, light-skinned, and was wearing a tight, short, red dress that fit her right in all the right places.

"Hey, I'm Aubrey." I said licking my lips, with my hand out to shake her hand.

After I said that, Travis' whole mood changed. He went from happy to angry, real quick. He got out the Bentley, and pushed me away from his car.

"Bro, if you ever flirt with my woman again, me and you are going to have some real, big problems." He said while clenching his first.

"Dude, I didn't even know she was your girl. The last female you told me about was Markeia. So, I assumed you were still with her."

Markeia and Travis were inseparable after they got together, two years ago. They would go everywhere together, and I do mean everywhere. The store, the mall, the bathroom, anywhere that more than one person can be in at a time. They used to be my "#relationship goals", until things went downhill. Travis started cheating, so then Markeia became a stalker/crazy type of person that would follow Travis everywhere. I remember she would go on the find my iPhone app, and pull up to wherever Travis was, even if he was at work. Travis changed his number more than one time, but every time he changed his number, one of her friends would give his number to her. A year ago, Travis and Markeia got back together. He told me he only got back with her, so she would stop stalking him... but it didn't work.

"Markeia and I are done, and don't say her name around me or my woman anymore." He said heading back towards the car.

I guess the woman is his side piece or something.

"Alright, man. Let's just go to the party, before it ends." I said in between laughs.

The ride to the party was quiet. I mean, REALLY quiet. It was so quiet that the only noise that could be heard was Travis' music from his phone, and the cars in traffic. After what seemed like forever, we finally made it to Central Park. It's filled with everybody from Beyoncé, Chance the Rapper, Kanye West, Ciara, Timbaland, Missy Elliot, and their entourages.

"Aye man, me and Jessica will be over there with Timbaland and Missy Elliot if you need us." Travis said as he walked away.

The party was so big that the whole park was filled with people. As I was walking through the crowd, I accidentally bumped into a woman that was beyond gorgeous. I was shocked when I saw who it was.

"I'm so sorry about that, Rihanna. I love you... I mean, I love your music. It sounds amazing." I said trying to remain calm.

I've had a huge crush on Rihanna ever since I first laid eyes on her. She's the yin to my yang. I plan on shooting my shot, and making it, just like Michael Jordan did in the fourth quarter, in '92.

"Which one of my songs do you like the best?" Rihanna asked me.

"I like, no love, all of your songs. Especially, your latest album, Anti, that album is my favorite." I told her excitedly.

Outside of my mama, grandma, and sister, Rihanna is the most beautiful woman that I've ever laid eyes on. She is so beautiful that the sunset is jealous of her beauty. Her skin glows so well that it outshines the sun. Basically, I've been in love with Rihanna way before I even knew what love was.

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