A/N: I'm going to continue this book with Ashley and Jahseh even though they both aren't living, they are still alive in our hearts, so I hope you enjoy this new chapter of the book
Shakira's P.O.V I looked in the mirror and the girls did such a good job. I was so surprised and proud.
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A/N: That's how Shakira looks ^
Everyone started hyping each other up while recording each other on each other's phones and dancing. I chuckled to myself at how goofy they were.
We left the house and started driving to Homecoming since we all decided to go as a group of friends instead of going as couples.
Some of my friends had boyfriends, but I knew that I would never be in another relationship, not after what he did...I was cut short of my thoughts when I heard...
"Shakira! What were you thinking about we're already here!" Aaliyah said.
"Oh right, sorry." I said. All of us took group pictures and then went inside.
We were all dancing and having a great time for about 17 minutes until Diamonté left to go with her boyfriend.
Soon all of my friends left to go with someone else, but it didn't really bother me because I knew they didn't mean to leave me. They aren't fake like other people. They've been with me no matter what and that will never change.
I sat down by myself scrolling through my phone. I put my earphones in my head to block the song that they were playing. I hated that song. I started to play ImSippinTeaInYoHood.
Out of nowhere, I noticed someone oddly attractive sitting by himself on the other side of the room. The moonlight from the window was shining on his face. He was also scrolling on his phone.
He looked up for a second to look at the people dancing. I looked into his eyes. He looked just like me...numb. I could see it in his eyes. He felt so much that he started to feel nothing. I know the feeling. I don't know this guy but it seems like I've known him forever.
Jahseh's P.O.V I saw someone sitting by themself on the other side of the room. She was beautiful. The different colored lights shined on her face. She had some makeup on I think. Her hair was red and reminded me of Hot Cheetos. I liked it though.
I chuckled to myself. I noticed that she was staring at me for a while. I glanced at her for a second and gave her a small smile. She smiled back. Then I see some guy come up to her.
They were talking and my smile dropped when I saw him with her. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend." I thought to myself. I was something about her that made me think I've known her for life. She was just like me. She was numb too.
Shakira's P.O.V Out of nowhere, Bryson approaches me. Bryson was my abusive ex boyfriend. He constantly cheated on me, was a drug addict and an alcoholic who beat on me all the time. When my friends called the police on him because they saw him beating me up, Bryson got sent to jail. It turns out he got out a week ago even though he had a jail sentence of 10 years.
My breathing started getting heavier and heavier by the second. My eyes started welling up with tears and my hands began to tremble. I thought I was going to have another anxiety attack.
Bryson grabbed me by my waist and said, "I see you've been waiting on me. You will always be mine." His breath smelled like Hennessy. Tears were falling harder and harder and the minutes that Bryson kept talking to me started becoming minuscule because I kept ignoring him. A/N: You see what I did there?😂 I love that song sm😭 He grabbed me and told me to come home with him. "No, Bryson! I'm done with you and this pain. I've been tortured for over 4 years! You caused me so much pain that I can't handle it! I'm done!" I yelled making all the words that I've been wanting to say for 4 years coming out of my mouth.
I felt a hard slap against my cheek. My cheek starting to sting so bad. I think that their was a red hand print on my face by all the pain I felt.
I was about to send another blow to his face before someone came running at him and knocked him out.
