Sabotage: A Roc Royal Story

Brother To The Night

Destini's POV:Thursday Morning

Me: Pleeaasseee Baby..

Chresanto: Nope,

Me: Pweeeasseeeeeee?

Chresanto: Imma make you beg for it, Babygirl

Me: I'm already begging!!

Chresanto: Nuh Uh.

Me: Fine, Roc, May I please, pretty please... with a cherry on top?

Chresanto: Nope.

Me: Fine.

I got into Chresanto's car and folded my arms and crossed my legs, looking straight ahead.

Chresanto: Aren't you gonna put on your seatbelt, sweetie.

Me: Stop talking to me bitch.

Chresanto: Oh, alrighty then.

Chresanto started the car and began driving towards the beach. I know you're probably wondering, " Why aren't you kids in school getting a quality edumacation in a quality high school with board certified teachers." And I will answer you simply: Because my boyfriend and I frankly do not give a fuck about those bitches and we felt like hanging out today. Is that good enough for you?

I frankly don't care if it was or wasn't, so take several seats if you thought I did.

We sat in the car in silence, well not really, because my jackass decided to turn the radio up loud as hell, nearly damaging my eardrum. This shit is soo dumb & pointless. Cause, I frankly could care less about how much 47 Chains lubz dem strippas. I look left and see this nigga shaking his head and bumping his shoulders to this utter shittery we are calling music.

Santo: ALL I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY IS A BIG BOOTY HOE.

Me: Let me catch you with a big booty hoe on your birthday, won't be no more birthdays, no more babies, none of that.

He slowly reached out and changed the radio station & my song was starting!!

My Song Was Starting!

My mothafuckin song was muthafucking starting man!

I pushed his hand away from the radio and turned the volume up and starting singing! Oh, this rythm is soo enchanting! (feel free to play it on the side, see how good I am to you) Whatchu know bout that Zapp & Roger?

I turned to Chresanto and began uttering the words, growing close to his ears. I could see his ears grow goosebumos as my cold breath hit his neck. I giggled as he swallowed nervously, gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter as I began whispering the lyrics in his ears.

When the song ended, I sat back in my seat and stared at the window, while Santo gained his composure. Why am I so evil?

Came out of my mom's Vajayjay that way.

It took ten more minute for us to arrive at the beach, and when we got there, it was practically empty.. except for a couple families. Chresanto found us a parking spot right o the beach, cause he knows momma hates long walks to and from the car.

I reached in the backseat and grabbed my beach bag, then I got out of the car, with Santo following close behind me. As we stepped foot on the sand, I kicked off my shoes and picked them up, carrying them until I found the perfect spot on the beack, not to far from the water, but not to close. The perfect disance away from the sun, which is trying to turn a nigga crispy black today.

I took the two towels I had in my bag out & began setting up camp. Neatly unraveling the towels and placing them side by side, putting a shoe on each corner.