Bullets Don't Cheat

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When the make-up was done and I looked in the mirror I hadn't really noticed much of a difference in my appearance. I got my ends cut and hair dyed. The stylish dyed my hair blonde. Khayla's hair was cut in a bob And her pimple/freckle face was hidden well with make up.

We were given some stylish clothes to wear and we hopped in my vehicle. On the way there I noticed khayla was a bit uneasy. It appeared like she was trying to hold in her tears.

"Hey stop all that shit before you mess up your damn make-up." I told her watching the tears roll down her face.

"shut tf up Adara cause it is water proof. I mean I'm sorry I'm just going through a lot." She answered

I just stayed silent until we pulled up to "Turn-Up"

"So you not when gone ask what's wrong?" She asked as I opened my car door. I stepped out And bent down in my heels to look at her. "Nope" I said and I closed the door. Khayla is eventually going to learn that my not giving a fuck is real. I started walking to the entrance hearing Kayla Get out of the car slamming my door.

"You know you're such a bitch Adara." She said sniffling and catching up to me. I didn't turn around.

"look who's talking. Any way save it. We're on a mission. Lesson one Shut.. The.. Fuck.. Up. Take notes" I walked to the beginning of the line. Caps was there. I prayed he didn't recognize me.

"oh laddies you're in luck were letting everyone in tonight no waiting."

Khayla And I went ahead of the other women and we all went in. The music was turnt in here tonight. The strippers were shaking that ass, And the niggas was throwing that cash.

Then studio came on And I just had to start moving my body I was attracting a lot of male attention. All of which I ignored. Khayla's Thot ass was giving away her number.

When my song went off I tried to get more focused but honestly I didn't even know where to start. I didn't really see this as important. Arrvon scary bitch ass needed to chill. I just started to get so unfocused I started drinking shot after shot. Luckily I can hold my liquor but I was getting a bit tipsy.

I looked off in a corner Khayla was grinding on sum nigga in the corner in a white suite. Well maybe she was making sum progress. I sat down at the bar and twirled in my chair. I tried to remember that night here when I killed Derrick. And the countless body guards I killed.

That survivor could have been any one.

I was so hard in thought I didn't notice that a man was standing in front of me. I noticed his Jays first and i continued to look up till i got to his face. Before I could see his face them stupid crazy lights came on. But I did see he had out his hand. For sum strange reason I took it. The club turned on a slow jam and somehow I was dancing with him.

He turned me,around and grabbed my hands and rocked and grinded against my body. I felt a unfamiliar yet familiar feelings come over me. Our dancing grew more sensible, his lips glid across my neck as his right hand gripped my hip.

I didn't know if  i was really was feeling him or if i was just drunk but I didn't care.

He grabbed my hand and led me towards the door and I followed. I was so gone I looked at his feet the whole time. He led me to his car and I sloppily got in. I looked up out the window before he pulled off and i saw that Caps wasn't the bouncer Jason was.