Love Games: A Tyga Fanfic

Chapter 21

Tyga

I sat in the secluded room. Candle light, and low lights dimly filled the room.

"Mr. Stevenson, you're guest is here." I heard a female voice call from behind me.

I turned around and there stood Delaine in a form fitting, blue dress. She looked stunning. I got up and walked over to her.

"Hey, beautiful." I said. She blushed. I put my hand out to lead her to the table.

"Hey." she took it and I led her to our table for two.

I pulled the chair out for her and walked around to my chair.

"How you doing?" I asked.

"Fine, I guess."

A waiter came from the same door that Delaine came through.

"Champagne?" He asked.

"Please." We both said in unison.

He poured our champagne and left.

"There's so many things I want to say to you. First, I guess is I'm sorry."

She just took a sip of her champagne. She didn't say a word.

"I love you Delaine, and I've made mistakes. But, I think I deserve a second chance."

"And why should I give you a second chance? I've given so many to Jordan and every single time I got screwed over. What makes you different?" She questioned, putting her glass down.

"Can you stop comparing me to him?" I shouted.

"Why? It's the same situation." she spat.

"Well, if that's how you feel, then I guess I shouldn't even be trying to get back together with you." I got up and walked to the door.

"Are you serious? You're leaving?"

"You're not tryna work on us so why should I?" I opened the door and walked out.

Chris

A Week Later

 "Leggo, Ty." I called walking into his house.

He walked down the stairs and stuck a gun in the back of his jeans.

"You sure about this, Chris?" He questioned.

"Why you always asking me if I'm sure. Obviously, I am if I'm standing here."

"Well shit, nigga. You didn't have to go off."

I started laughing.

"You know you my nigga."

He handed me a glock.

"You remember how to shoot on of these right." He joked.

I gave him a look and did the same thing he did with his gun.

"Leggo." We walked out his crib and left.

**

We handed out some weed and other drugs. I sat on the car hood looking over Lake Michigan. Tyga sat next to me.

I rolled a blunt and lit it. I took a long drag on it. The effects took over almost immediately. 

I took another drag and handed it to Tyga.

"I'm straight." He denied.

I shrugged my shoulders and took another puff.

Some guy came up to us. He was skinny as hell and looked like he'd been addicted to crack for years.

"Can I get a dime bag?" He asked, scratching his neck.

Tyga got up and pulled a little baggie out of his pocket. 

The guy gave him a $10 bill, and Tyga gave him the bag.

"Thanks." He left and I laid back on the hood. I took a long ass drag and after a few minutes I couldn't feel my face. 

"Man, it's getting late." Tyga spoke after what seemed like forever.

"Iight. I'm sure Alicia wants me home."

"Man, Alicia's already acting like a ball and chain." He chuckled. I laughed with him.

"Yeah, but I love her." I shrugged.

We were about to get in the car when a manifold of bullets came our way. Bullets pinged off the surface of the car.

I fell to the ground. The smell of blood filled the air. I started losing my consciousness.

Then everything went black.

**

Alicia

I laid on my bed with Delaine watching Charlie Chaplin movies. We giggled at how simple it was.

Taxi driver, be my shrink for the hour.

Leave the meter running.

It's rush hour, take the streets if you wanna.

My phone emanated Frank Ocean's voice. I picked it up. 

"Who is it?" Delaine asked.

"I don't recognized the ID."

I answered the phone. "Hello."

"Is this Ms. Cruz?" The male voice on the other line asked.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"This is Trevis from Chicago General Hospital. I'm calling in regards to your fiance Christopher.

"What's happened with him?"

"He's been shot."

My heart stopped beating. My breathing picked up.

"Okay. I'll be right over." I managed to say. I dropped the phone.

I rolled out of bed and pushed my feet in some slippers.

"What's wrong?" Delaine asked.

"It's Chris. He's been shot." I shouted through tears.