DELLA || A Chris Brown and Della Hamby Love Story||

5

Della
"Hello. I'm Della. Can I start you off with any drinks today.", I asked the guy and the little girl who I assumed was his daughter.

"Yes I would like a sprite and this little cutie here would like a fruit punch.", he said causing her to giggle and me to smile. I wrote down their order and went to the back to get them.

I'm still pissed and honestly I'm forever going to be salty. The other day I got a call saying that I hadn't made it and I felt as though it was because Chris had a personal vendetta against me. If it was because of the sneaker situation, I'm most definitely livid.

Branden on the other hand has been living it up this past week. Constantly sending me pics of him and Chrís bromancing and dancing.

I can't lie, I was kind of jealous but I couldn't be more proud of him. I just wished he would stop sending me fucking pictures and I was there with him.

I brought the drinks out to the man and took his food order. After bringing him and his daughter their food I went on break and decided to call B to see if he was off today and wanted to chill.

I pressed his contact and let the phone ring. He answered on the second ring.

"Damn nigga let the phone breath.", I joked as he mugged me.

"Shut up lil ugly. What you doing?", he asked.

"Nothing. On break so I decided to call you to see if you wanted to chill later. I get off early.", I said as I laid the loose hairs coming up out of my ponytail.

"Actually...", he said in his high pitched voice which already let me know he was about to say something about Chris.

"Ugh. What do you have to do now.", I said with an attitude.

"Don't do that. Because you damn well if you was here you would be loving it.", he said causing me to roll my eyes because he was right.

"Anyways. C is having a party in LA this weekend and were flying out tonight. But, since your like my only friend and I know how down you are I was going to ask if you could come along.", he said as I smiled.

"Awww you thought about me.", I said as I put my hand on my chest and we burst into laughter.

"Hey who you trippin off of?", I heard someone say.

"Dells.", he spoke to who ever was with him.

"Ouu let me see.",the man said. I watched the camera shift as Chris showed his face in the camera. Once the phone stopped moving and he seen me he smirked.

"Fuck is so funny.", I said mugging.

"Damn baby, you ain't gon say hey.", he said causing me to laugh.

"Fuck no. I don't mess with you, give the phone back to my friend please.", I said.

"Why don't you like me, I've been nothing but nice to you.", he said acting fake hurt.

"You know damn well I was the best female dancer in that room, yet you didn't pick me. I don't know why and honestly don't want to here your bullshit ass excuse. But if you thought you were about to judge me over some fucking sneakers. You had another thing coming.", I said with my eyebrow raised.

He looked at me taken back and handed the phone over to Branden causing me to smile.

"Damn Della. You ain't have to grill into him like that.", B said.

I shrugged.

"Anyways. I'll still ask if you can come to the party even though I doubt it now that you cussed this man out. But I definitely want to spend time with you.", he said.

"Yea I want to see you too. But I gotta get back to work. Hit my line soon so that I can pack.", I said as he nodded his head had I hung up.

The rest of my shift I thought about how I talked to Chris. I mean I don't think I was being to harsh. But niggas like him irritate me. Like why am I not sexy because I prefer to dress more laid back and not extra, if you wanted to see women in heels he should've taken his ass to a strip club.

I clocked out and made my way to my apartment. After settling in, I straightened up a bit and decided to get in the shower.

"First of all fuck your bitch and click you claim.", I rapped along to Tupac as I shaved my legs.

"West side when we ride come equipped with game.", I continued to rap but my music got cut off by my phone ringing.

Yelling in frustration, I slid the curtain back and seen that it was B FaceTiming me. Answering I held up my middle finger.

"What do you want?", I asked.

"Open the door nigga. We outside.", he said.

"You clearly hear I'm in the shower. Just get the spare key and come in. Don't eat my snacks either.", I said.

"Ard.", he said and hung up.

Taking my towel from off the rack I made my way to my room. After putting on my lotion and getting dressed, I went into the living to speak to Branden only to be met with a big ass group of niggas in my house.

"What. The. Hell is going on here?", I said as I entered the room slowly causing everyone to stop what they were doing.

"Hey Ella. Why aren't you dressed I told you to be ready.", he said as he came out of the kitchen with food in his hands.

"I am ready.", I said mugging him because he has yet to address the big ass elephant in the room or should I say the big ass group of thirsty niggas looking at me.

"You have on leggings and a sports bra. Do you not know how chilly it is in the airport.", He said.

"Nigga. I don't care about the damn weather or what I have on. Who the hell are they.", I said pointing to everyone but I stopped once my eyes landed on Chris.

"So you're telling me Chris Brown is in my living room with a bunch of niggas and you wasn't gonna warn me. What the fuck!?", I said as I pushed his chest.

"Hold on. I told you that we were outside and you said come in, so we came in.", he shrugged. I just stared at him like he had three heads.

"Calm down baby. We ain't gon hurt ya funny looking ass. We just came to pick you up and go party. So can you please hurry up.", Chris said as he got up and made his way over as everyone else laughed.

"Listen to me motherfucker. One thing you won't do is disrespect me in my own house. I'll be damned if you come in here demanding shit Mr. Brown. So what you and your little groupies can do is get the fuck out my crib and wait in the car, like y'all should've done in the first fucking place!!.", I yelled and ended with a smile.

He mugged me and gathered his friends while they went to go in the car. After they left Branden tried to apologize.

"Hey Della I'm s-", he tried to say but I cut him off by slamming my bathroom door in his face.

This is going to be a long ass week, lord please help me.

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