double-oh//one
music
{heat it up by bubba sparxxx}
time
{12:18 am}
mood
{baby, no.}
Saturday:
Went out to the club with my boyfriend and our friends. I know, right? A fxcking CLUB. Now, I'm not trying to be a snobby little b***h - but I don't do too well in clubs. The loud noises and excess show of skin just bother me. But, my boyfriend, apparently, 'loves the atmosphere' - so, we go. Anyways, it's a 'all-ager rager'. It's like when clubs open it up for high school kids. So, I go with him. I was hoping he'd teach me to dance since I obviously don't know how.
Right?
Right.
Instead, he tells me to wait by the bar counter.
"Don't talk to any guys, baby girl."
"Mmhmm..."
God, I'm like his property now, huh? Effing biznitch. Like, HELL. So, anyway. Back to the story. I'm just there, sipping my fruit punch. I'm talking to one of my girlfriends.
"Ey, Chan, isn't that Reid dancing?"
"b***h, please. There's no way he's dancing."
I look up. Oh. s**t. There's my boyfriend, grinding against some chick. With a pretty big chest. He's just there, lapping it up like he's the man or something. The girl's there, with her highlighted and flower in her ear, grinding her butt against him. She must've looked around my age, if not younger.
Needless to say, I was pissed.
"Channy girl, ya gonna do anythin' to her?"
"******** no. I'm not about to go and make a scene. Shiiit."
"Looks like she's trying to make a move on him."
Oh, and she was. The song ended and she tried to drag him back to her friends. I'm just there, sipping at my drink. I was staring right at him, and my friends were all: "Just go bust her a** already. Little ho."
I wasn't gonna do anything though. I don't know causing scenes. They're pretty stupid.
So, yeah, I'm just staring right at him. And he starts - YES HE STARTS - walking over there until one of his friends yanks his shoulder and points to me.
Oh, the boy's all scared now.
Stupid.
He talks to the girl a little bit, and she's there hanging on his arm. I my back to him, just wishing for the time being that he wasn't my boyfriend. I hear his friends talking and laughing until one of my girlfriend's go off.
"What da hell does Reid thinks he doin'? Freaking with some girl like irght in front of Chantelle too!"
"Eh, eh - don' be puttin' mah boi on da spot!"
"He shouldn't have been dancing anyway! He's lucky that Chantelle didn't dump his sorry a** anyway."
"b***h, you betta shut the ******** up now."
So, they just stop talking. I'm trying to take the cherry outta my drink, haha. But, I get the cherry out and I pop it into my mouth cause those cherries be da BOMB! As soon as I do that, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a head on my shoulder from behind.
"Baby, I'm sorry..."
I don't want to talk to him. What makes him so sure that I want to talk to him? I'm ******** pissed! Can't he see that? Why doesn't anyone TELL him how I'm feeling!?
So, yeah, I give 'im silent treatment.
"Don't be like that, babe. Talk to me..."
I roll my eyes and start eating the cherry, that way I don't have to talk to him. Our friends kind of left us alone. Damnit, don't leave me alone with him. He kisses my cheek from behind and tells me that he's sorry again.
"Channy, c'mon... talk to me, babe..."
I just want to SCREAM AND TEAR HIS HEAD OFF. But, I don't. Why? I don't know, I wish I did. So, I pretty much ignore him until he lets go.
"Fine. Wanna go home den? We go."
Then he left the club, his friends following. I get off the stool and my friends are all: "Aw, babe, don't feel so bad.", "Just dump his a** on the curb already, girl. You don't to put up wit his s**t.", "Don't talk to him for a few days."
I swear, sometimes they can piss me off too.
Anyways, we head to the cars that we came in. Three cars. One was his. Of course, I rode with him. I'm the last one he drops off and the first he picks up for EVERYTHING cause I'm top priority like that.
So, we drop everyone else in his car off and we're driving to my house.
"Chantelle, baby, are you ever going to talk to me again?"
Tch. He thinks I'ma answer? Boy, check again. We stop at a red light.
"If you don't talk to me, babe, I'm gonna make you talk to me."
I spare him a glance. I'm not a afraid of him; I never was. He knows that if he tries ANYTHING on me, it's his a** in court.
"Baby, come on... Say something. Anything."
More silence. He sighs and the light turns green. We continue driving and I see him look at me out of the corner of my eye. He'd look and look back at the road. Sometimes he'd open his mouth to say something, but he usually kept it nice and shut. Bob Marley was playing on the radio (HAHA). I'm just listening to the music, staring out the car window. We pass my church and I do the sign of the cross. We hit the red light right after we pass it.
"Goddamnit, Chantelle... How am I supposed to fix this without you talking to me!?"
I look at him and say, "I'm ******** pissed at you. You better know the ******** why or I'm gonna cut your _____ off."
"s**t, baby, I know what the hell I did wrong!"
"Oh, so you know why I was mad?"
"Damn straight, babe. You was mad 'cause I was dancing with dem otha girl. But she don't mean anythin' to me, baby..."
The light turned green and he sped off.
"She don't mean anythin'..." He repeated constantly, shaking his head. "You believe me, yah?"
"You were about to go and follow her to her friends."
"You saw?"
"Mmhmm..."
"You didn't do anytin'."
"I wasn't about to go there and scream at some chick and put you on the spot. That'd make me look like a b***h."
He fell silent. After a few minutes of the radio, he said, "I love you."
"Don't ******** say that to me right now."
We reach my house and I get out. I tell him thanks for the ride. He asks me to call him. I tell him we'll talk later.
Mm... Still haven't called him.
{heat it up by bubba sparxxx}
time
{12:18 am}
mood
{baby, no.}
Saturday:
Went out to the club with my boyfriend and our friends. I know, right? A fxcking CLUB. Now, I'm not trying to be a snobby little b***h - but I don't do too well in clubs. The loud noises and excess show of skin just bother me. But, my boyfriend, apparently, 'loves the atmosphere' - so, we go. Anyways, it's a 'all-ager rager'. It's like when clubs open it up for high school kids. So, I go with him. I was hoping he'd teach me to dance since I obviously don't know how.
Right?
Right.
Instead, he tells me to wait by the bar counter.
"Don't talk to any guys, baby girl."
"Mmhmm..."
God, I'm like his property now, huh? Effing biznitch. Like, HELL. So, anyway. Back to the story. I'm just there, sipping my fruit punch. I'm talking to one of my girlfriends.
"Ey, Chan, isn't that Reid dancing?"
"b***h, please. There's no way he's dancing."
I look up. Oh. s**t. There's my boyfriend, grinding against some chick. With a pretty big chest. He's just there, lapping it up like he's the man or something. The girl's there, with her highlighted and flower in her ear, grinding her butt against him. She must've looked around my age, if not younger.
Needless to say, I was pissed.
"Channy girl, ya gonna do anythin' to her?"
"******** no. I'm not about to go and make a scene. Shiiit."
"Looks like she's trying to make a move on him."
Oh, and she was. The song ended and she tried to drag him back to her friends. I'm just there, sipping at my drink. I was staring right at him, and my friends were all: "Just go bust her a** already. Little ho."
I wasn't gonna do anything though. I don't know causing scenes. They're pretty stupid.
So, yeah, I'm just staring right at him. And he starts - YES HE STARTS - walking over there until one of his friends yanks his shoulder and points to me.
Oh, the boy's all scared now.
Stupid.
He talks to the girl a little bit, and she's there hanging on his arm. I my back to him, just wishing for the time being that he wasn't my boyfriend. I hear his friends talking and laughing until one of my girlfriend's go off.
"What da hell does Reid thinks he doin'? Freaking with some girl like irght in front of Chantelle too!"
"Eh, eh - don' be puttin' mah boi on da spot!"
"He shouldn't have been dancing anyway! He's lucky that Chantelle didn't dump his sorry a** anyway."
"b***h, you betta shut the ******** up now."
So, they just stop talking. I'm trying to take the cherry outta my drink, haha. But, I get the cherry out and I pop it into my mouth cause those cherries be da BOMB! As soon as I do that, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a head on my shoulder from behind.
"Baby, I'm sorry..."
I don't want to talk to him. What makes him so sure that I want to talk to him? I'm ******** pissed! Can't he see that? Why doesn't anyone TELL him how I'm feeling!?
So, yeah, I give 'im silent treatment.
"Don't be like that, babe. Talk to me..."
I roll my eyes and start eating the cherry, that way I don't have to talk to him. Our friends kind of left us alone. Damnit, don't leave me alone with him. He kisses my cheek from behind and tells me that he's sorry again.
"Channy, c'mon... talk to me, babe..."
I just want to SCREAM AND TEAR HIS HEAD OFF. But, I don't. Why? I don't know, I wish I did. So, I pretty much ignore him until he lets go.
"Fine. Wanna go home den? We go."
Then he left the club, his friends following. I get off the stool and my friends are all: "Aw, babe, don't feel so bad.", "Just dump his a** on the curb already, girl. You don't to put up wit his s**t.", "Don't talk to him for a few days."
I swear, sometimes they can piss me off too.
Anyways, we head to the cars that we came in. Three cars. One was his. Of course, I rode with him. I'm the last one he drops off and the first he picks up for EVERYTHING cause I'm top priority like that.
So, we drop everyone else in his car off and we're driving to my house.
"Chantelle, baby, are you ever going to talk to me again?"
Tch. He thinks I'ma answer? Boy, check again. We stop at a red light.
"If you don't talk to me, babe, I'm gonna make you talk to me."
I spare him a glance. I'm not a afraid of him; I never was. He knows that if he tries ANYTHING on me, it's his a** in court.
"Baby, come on... Say something. Anything."
More silence. He sighs and the light turns green. We continue driving and I see him look at me out of the corner of my eye. He'd look and look back at the road. Sometimes he'd open his mouth to say something, but he usually kept it nice and shut. Bob Marley was playing on the radio (HAHA). I'm just listening to the music, staring out the car window. We pass my church and I do the sign of the cross. We hit the red light right after we pass it.
"Goddamnit, Chantelle... How am I supposed to fix this without you talking to me!?"
I look at him and say, "I'm ******** pissed at you. You better know the ******** why or I'm gonna cut your _____ off."
"s**t, baby, I know what the hell I did wrong!"
"Oh, so you know why I was mad?"
"Damn straight, babe. You was mad 'cause I was dancing with dem otha girl. But she don't mean anythin' to me, baby..."
The light turned green and he sped off.
"She don't mean anythin'..." He repeated constantly, shaking his head. "You believe me, yah?"
"You were about to go and follow her to her friends."
"You saw?"
"Mmhmm..."
"You didn't do anytin'."
"I wasn't about to go there and scream at some chick and put you on the spot. That'd make me look like a b***h."
He fell silent. After a few minutes of the radio, he said, "I love you."
"Don't ******** say that to me right now."
We reach my house and I get out. I tell him thanks for the ride. He asks me to call him. I tell him we'll talk later.
Mm... Still haven't called him.
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