Hellooos
Sorry for the foul language in chapter 2. It wasn’t me it was James!
Before I start with this chapter, I was wondering what part of the world you are from?
Also, leave lots of comments, please-I love em!
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What’s that banging noise?
And is that…?
MUSIC?!
I spring out of bed and into action, stumbling towards the balcony from sudden movement.
Peering out into the distance, I can’t see anything, but I can definitely hear a lot-loud music and laughter.
Sounds like a party. I can’t tell where it’s coming from, but it sounds close. Close enough to be on private property-meaning they’re trespassing.
Well, it’s none of my business, and I’m no snitch, so I’m going to look the other way instead of calling the cops. I really want to have them busted so I can sleep in peace, but I’m too tired to cause any problems.
Just as I turn to walk to away-
“Hey Whore!”
Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me! Just what I needed. James appears from around the corner, and if that wasn’t bad enough, a group of people follows behind him, heading straight for the penthouse.
Looks like someone didn’t get drunk enough. James decided to have an after party and bring a bunch of people. Looks like is wasn’t a bunch of kids trespassing, but a bunch of guys that act like kids having a big party.
God this couldn’t get any worse. And then, of course, it does. James is now standing below the balcony staring up at me.
“What do you want?!” I ask, the annoyance thick in my voice.
“We want you to leave,” he says, as if he’s making a perfectly reasonable request.
“You wish,” I reply, rolling my eyes at his audacity.
Then the unexpected happens. I don’t where he got a key from, but he opens the door to first floor, which has a gym by the way. Then I hear his footsteps climbing the stairs to the second floor, with kitchen and lounge area. His footsteps get louder, echoing through the penthouse, till he reaches the the second last floor-where the bedroom is, and me!
“I’m serious, you whore,” he says, asounding irritated. His eyes are bloodshot, but he doesn’t look as drunk as earlier. His hair is a mess, but annoyingly, he still looks good.
And then he does something even more unexpected. He starts rummaging through my cupboards until he finds a bag.
He dumps the bag on the bed and begins stuffing random items of clothes inside.
I’m just watching him dumbstruck. Too shocked to speak. And then he pulls open my underwear drawer, and I feel slightly embarrassed now that his throwing that into the bag too.
Suddenly he pulls out one of my bras, the lacey black one, and holds it up the strap. Now I’ve gone bright red while he examines it.
“This yours?” He asks, with a signature player smirk plastered all over his face.
I’m too embarrassed to speak, so I just nod my head slightly.
His smirk grows as he plops it down back into the drawer and zips up the bag.
Only the does it sink in, he’s actually kicking me out. Now I’m red with not embarrassment, but anger. I’m practically seething.
“Well that should do for tonight and tomorrow. You get the rest of your stuff in the morning, ” he say triumphantly.
I don’t know what got into me, but I’m running fully on adrenaline, cause I’m not about to be kicked out of home, again.
All of a sudden, without any clarity of what I’m doing, I pounce at him, knocking him to the floor.
“If you wanted me so badly babe, tou should’ve just asked. I would’ve gotten undressed first,” he jokes, smirking to himself.
“Guess what lover boy, I’m not going anywhere, so deal with it,” I dominantly hiss at him.
“Haha, as if you own the place. Well I do, and I can’t do what ever the fuck I want with it. Even if that mean kicking out some puny ass whore,” he states.
God he has a point. I know I’m not going to win this one, but I’ll lose with dignity thats for sure. He can’t kick me out if I leave willingly. Doing just that will take away his triumph and give him an easy win, but guess what, he’s not winning next time.
I get off him, grab my bag, and just as he gets up, I swing right hook to his jaw, hitting his nose in the process.
He grunt in pain, and raises a hand to his now slightly bloody nose. He definitely did not expect that from a woman, and for it to be so strong.
Well sucks to suck sucker, some woman rock.
Before I leave I say,
“You’ve got something on your face. And next time, give me a heads up before I have to move out, so I have enough time pack away my anger.”
And with that I leave. Guess who’s dumbstruck now!
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Now that I’ve stormed out, it hits me-I have no idea where I’m going. I was running on pure adrenaline, and planning wasn’t exactly on my mind.
I pick up my phone and call Sofia. She’s basically my best friend, though we barely see each other often anymore. We’re both always too busy.
Sofia is gorgeous, and I’ve always envied her for it. She’s got the jet-black hair and bright blue eyes. In other words, she’s a replica of Megan Fox, meaning she gets all the attention.
Even though I don’t like attention, I still feel small around her. But she’s so amazing, extremely sweet and kind-being the total opposite of me.
The reason she’s always busy is that she had an unexpected pregnancy about a year ago, with her current boyfriend at he time. She decided to keep the baby and thought he was going to propose, but instead, he bailed on her.
But thanks to me, I threatened him, so he lives far away from here and can no longer continue with his football career. Yes, I did break his leg badly like he broke Sofie’s heart-can you blame me though?
Now she has a beautiful blue-eyed, brown-haired, freckled one year old, running around the place, while she just manages to put food on the table. I really admire her for that.
Finally, after the tenth ring, she picks up.
“Heyyy, bitch!” she greets me excitedly. She swears all the time, way more than I do. I only curse when I’m angry.
“Hey Sofie! What’s up? I need a favor…”
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That’s the end of chapter 3, hope you enjoyed. It’s gets better, I promise. Don’t forget to tell me what part of the world you’re from.
Will update soon, thanks to my current supporters! 🫶🫶
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