Untitled : A Blueface Story

Chapter Twelve

Krystal's POV

   I woke up to someone knocking on my dorm room door. I slowly lifted up my head, realizing that Jonathan was laying under me, and flashbacks of what we did last night replayed in my mind, causing me to blush. I got out of the bed and fished around for some clothes, settling on his hoodie and some sweatpants I own. I went to the door, attempting to hide Jonathan's face with a pillow without waking him up.

I opened the door to a semi-pregnant blonde haired girl looking around at my campus, snapping her attention to me when she noticed I opened the door.

"Oh hey! Umm, I was told to come here and talk to you. You don't know me but I know lots about you. I'm Emily!" She chirped happily, sliding past me into my dorm.

It caught me off guard, and I knew nobody but Vonte arranged this shit. I shook my head, closing the door to my dorm. I turned around to see her sitting on Shay's bed, looking at a sleeping Blueface.

"Is that your boyfriend?" She asked.

"No, why are you here?" I asked, becoming irritated with her joyful attitude this early in the morning. We've only had an encounter once, and even then we never spoke to each other.

"Well, I just thought you'd like to know what happened and how this ended up inside of me." She shrugged, rubbing her small belly.

"You slept with my boyfriend. There's no major story about that." I chuckled, sitting on my bed so I was facing her.

"I only slept with him because I was hired to. I know your sister, too!" She spoke loudly, but I didn't care about her waking up Jonathan, I was confused now.

"Hold on, what do you mean hired?" I questioned her.

"As in your sister hired me. I was like an escort for her. She told me she had a job for me and I agreed since I needed money. She drugged him and I slept with him." She explained to me. I was absolutely disgusted, but apart of me didn't even believe her.

"So let me get this straight, you expect me to believe you, a bitch I've never met before, tell me about my sister, someone you probably don't even know?!" I asked her, raising my voice. Me raising my voice caused Jonathan to wake up, and Emily to gasp at my choice of words.

"First of all, I might be a hoe, but i'm not a bitch! And don't cuss around my child." She protested, standing up. All this commotion caused Jonathan to remove the pillow I put on his head and sit up.

"Fuck goin on?" He asked in the sexiest sleepy voice I've ever heard.

"Oh girl you got a good one!" Emily smiled, causing me to chuckle at her hormones. The bitch was just mad at me.

"I think it's time for you to leave." I suggested to her.

"Okay but I just wanna say that I meant no harm at all for what I did, I had no idea the reasoning behind your sister's motive." She said in an attempt to explain herself.

"Mention my fucking sister again like you know her and see what happens." I threatened.

Before Emily could defend herself, Shay walked into our dorm with her shades on in a hoodie and jeans. When she lifted her head up and saw all that was going on, she froze up.

"Shay! Hey girl!" Emily exclaimed, running over to her, "What are you doing here?"

"Hold the fuck up, how do you know Shay?" I asked, getting up off my bed.

"Through Noelle, how do you know Shay?" She retaliated.

"Oh my.." Shay said, taking her shades off.