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I lied still, staring up at the ceiling; the feelings of regret and shame ever so present in my soul as I looked over to <a href="http://www.xxlmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/kid_cudi_25.jpg">Michael</a>, who lay peacefully sleeping, exhausted from what we just encountered.

I sighed to myself, already disappointed that somehow he was able to get me in his bed, again. Only for the next day and the rest of the week to more than likely not hear from him. I don't know how I always end up in this compromising position, but each time I would hope that something would change. That he actually meant the words he said and really wanted this to be more.

But he never did.

I swallowed the last bit of pride I could muster and carefully removed myself from the bed, ensuring that I didn't wake him.

I threw on my clothes that I had worn to the party that night in haste, and hurried out of his room, making my way downstairs and exiting his house.

He had driven us over here because I rode with my roommates to the party. I kicked myself realizing the time and that the buses stopped running this late. I was in for a long walk home.

The walk could give me some time to clear my head, and truly annualize what all this meant, or just to ridicule myself for not listening to my Better Judgment in the first place.

He was always my Better Judgment.

He gave me that warning look, that he always gives before I run off somewhere with Michael. My hopeless romantic ass always would anyway. Thinking maybe, this time would end differently for me.

I cursed to myself as I continued to walk a fast and steady pace to my house near campus. I wasn't as alarmed as I normally would be walking in the city at this time of night. There was a calm over me.

Just as the feeling came, my phone vibrated against my palm.

I looked at the screen, seeing the goofy pic of him and I as the caller ID for his number. A sigh of relief escaped my lips before I answered it.

"Where you at man! I check ya room and you still not home. It's 3 AM Quinn.." He nagged before I even had a chance to speak.

"Walking on 4th-" I was soon cut off.

"His punk ass got you..." He paused, I assumed taking a deep breath. "I'm on my way."

The call ended and I frowned bracing myself for the lecture to come once I got picked up.

Within five minutes his car pulled up beside <a href="http://mix206.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/6507xd.jpg">me</a>, as I reached a stopped sign on the sidewalk. I looked over at his car worriedly as <a href="http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/pc/R+B+singer+Chris+Brown+seen+driving+one+different+iG6Y60j1DuPl.jpg">he</a> rolled the window down.

"You better get in this car girl.." He smirked while reaching his arm over to open the door for me. I smiled softly before hopping inside. Internally grateful not to have to be on my feet any longer.

I flashed him a fake smile before burying my head deep in my hood and looking out the window. Finally letting the lone tear escape my eye.

Chris was always there to save me in my time of trouble and despair. Maybe if I actually listened to him more often, I wouldn't always end up in this position.

I was thankful for my Better Judgment however, no matter how much I ignored his advice.

"..Wanna talk about it?" He finally asked, breaking the silence that had consumed the vehicle. I shook my head wearily.

I could see him give a nod of understanding through my peripheral vision and allowed the silence to consume us once more.

We reached our house, and Chris pulled up in the alley that led to our backyard to park in the makeshift driveway. He gave a loud and obnoxious yawn while turning the car off as I crossed my eyes at the annoying habit.

We stepped out of the car and I swiftly went to the back door, trying to avoid any glares from Chris about the decision I made tonight.

The house was dark, meaning our other two roommates had retreated to their rooms for the evening.

Good, I thought to myself. Last thing I wanted to hear was their mouths on top of Chris' daggers of disappointing looks.

I didn't wait for Chris to enter before I went upstairs to my room and instantly began stripping my layers of clothing, preparing to wash off all memory of tonight in the shower.

I grabbed my towel and the clothes I planned to wear and waltzed into our bathroom. After my shower, I felt more calm and relaxed and ready to put this Friday night behind me.

As I entered the room, I wasn't at all shocked to see Chris sleeping peacefully on 'his side' of my bed. He was the biggest baby whenever he came home and I wasn't there. Always wanted to be up under me to make sure I was safe and not leave his sight. He's been protective of me like that since we were little.

I shook my head before tossing my towel and dirty clothes in the hamper and jumping into my side of my bed. Chris instantly draped his arm over my torso, careful not to pull me close.

"Goodnight Quinn. Luh you." He said softly while getting himself more comfortable.

"Night."

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Title of my book is 'Scared of Beautiful'. I started a small version on here. Decided to make it a book. The book is definitely better than what was started on this board lol.

"So dish.." <a href="http://cdn02.cdn.justjaredjr.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2011/03/keke-palmer-hologram-leaks.jpg">Andrea</a> started as her and I were sitting on our front porch, drinking and waiting for the guys so we could walk to the game. Students were already passing our house drenched in our schools colors, ready to see the game.

"What happened with Michael when y'all left the party?" She questioned leaning forward, preparing to hang onto every word I was about to bestow.

I sighed before shrugging, "Nothing really. I tried to talk about what him wanting to hang with me really meant and what happened the last time we saw each other. His diversion was to just kiss me. And unfortunately.. It worked. Which then led to other things.."

Her eyes widened, "How'd you feel after that?"

"Dirty." I admit honestly. "It just wasn't the same. I don't think he could tell, but I did. I didn't even have an orgasm. Faked it."

Her mouth dropped, "Seriously?! I know something was off if Michael ain't make you bust! What happened after?"

"I left. Tried to walk home but of course Chris called and came to get me."

She grinned, "Mm of course his fine sexy ass came and got you. I don't know how you live with that man and not wanna jump on him."

I rolled my eyes. Even though Andrea didn't like Chris in that way, she always thought he was cute. I'll give him credit, he is. Just ain't what everybody thinks he is.

"Easy." I emphasized before I saw a flash back of earlier today when I embarrassed myself by moaning when Chris slapped my ass. I'm not entirely at fault. He doesn't know I like that rough s***.

"s*** it'd be hard for me." Andrea responded bringing me back to the conversation.

"Ashley still being a b****?" She questioned as I shrugged my shoulders again.

"No clue. Ain't really seen her. I always remain nice to her though. I've never been one to dog or start drama with any of their girls. No matter how much they start s*** with me."

She frowned, " I thought y'all was cool though. At least it seemed that way at first."

"We were. But then she got attached and started getting hella clingy and insecure around me once she saw me and Chris and the way we act with each other. Guess he doesn’t show the same type of affection? I don’t know.."

"You just see the love that dude has for you." Andrea pointed out as I nodded.

"And I care just as much. We used to be neighbors. We done been through and witnessed some crazy s*** in our lives and all we had was the other to lean on. Our bond is crazy, but it's nothing to think more of. We don't view each other like that." I assured as she didn't look convinced. She always thought more.

"Mhmm, you know they say the best of friends make the best lovers." She hinted as I blew her off.

"Chris ain't eem my type." I concluded as Sean and Wiz opened the front door. Sean smirked the moment he saw Drea.

"Well if it isn't my future ex-wife." He greeted rubbing his hands and standing over her.

She smacked her teeth and rolled her eyes before looking away from him, "Go. Away."

"Aaw baby don't be like that," He grabbed her hand and held it ever so gently in his. Comical. "I said I was sorry for not coming over last night."

She turned up her nose while snatchin her hand away. "Ugh never in your dreams you lil f***er."

Wiz and I laughed watching their daily exchange. Andrea couldn't stand Sean, which made him want to mess with her all the more.

"Come on let's get going, we about to miss kick off n s***." Wiz informed stepping off the porch as we all followed.

I was so excited to see Chris in action for his first home game. He had been working so hard all summer after losing the national title last season. I knew he was going to do the damn thing for his junior year. He was on point for the first game at Purdue.

"Breezy finna spaz on these Texas niggas today. Can't wait!" Sean beamed as we all nodded in agreement getting closer to the stadium. The streets were packed with civilians and students.

"You saw how he murked them Purdue b****es last week. Can't nobody touch my nigga. And he scored two touchdowns his muhf***in self!" Wiz exclaimed as we laughed at the way he said it.

I sipped out of my Gatorade bottle that contained juice and vodka as we approached the podium to retrieve our tickets.

"Party for Brown." Drea spoke walking up as the lady asked a few identification questions before handing her the tickets that were reserved under her name. Chris had to switch up the names every now and then so they wouldn't trip. They got on him tough because the quarterbacks party got the best seats and more than the other players. Us, his parents and Ashley’s family all had 50 yard line tickets.

This was going to be interesting to say the least.

--

"Aww my muffin!" Mrs. Brown beamed as she saw me leading the pack to our seats. I smiled shyly at her as I stepped closer. Ashley and her family were already seated next to Chris' <a href="http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/fp/Nicole+Ari+Parker+Nicole+Ari+Parker+Boris+kTBzjNftucvl.jpg">parents</a>.

"Hi Ms. Tamela!" I greeted as she stood and pulled me into a warm hug. She always treated me as a daughter.

"Hi beautiful!" She kissed my cheek repeatedly before stepping behind me to greet the rest of the crew. We were her 'babies'.

"Sup Frank!" I greeted his dad with a head nod as he laughed and stood to hug me while kissing me on the crown of my head.

"Hey baby. How you?" He asked as we removed ourselves from the embrace. I waved awkwardly at Ashley's family as they awkwardly did the same. All sizing me up. Guess they didn't receive the same greeting.

"Good. Ready to see Reese kill em out there." I said nodding before stepping out of the way so Ms. Tamela could take her seat.

"I know that's right, my baby bout to kill it! GO BUCKEYES!" She screamed as we all found humor in her actions.

I locked eyes with Ashley as she stared back at me before I broke the contact and took my seat between Ms. Tamela and Drea. She probably wasn't expecting us to be sitting in the same row as his family. As far as Chris was concerned, we're just as much of his family as his parents.

"I keep trying to spot Christopher. I don't see him anywhere!" His mom frowned squinting through the players. They had run on the field moments ago.

I looked and spotted his jersey, number 5. Simultaneously he looked up and spotted me. He didn't look at anyone else, just me, and smiled softly.

"There he is honey. Looking at Muffin." Frank pointed as Chris did 'our sign' to me as I did it with him. We would do a hand motion, kiss our fist and then release it. For whatever reason it was our 'calming sign'. We started doing it after the first time...well..

"Tell him to look over here Muffin!" Tamela said anxiously wanting me to break our moment we were having. I giggled and nodded my head in her direction as she waved obnoxiously at Chris. He chuckled and then started waving at everyone, blowing a kiss at Ashley.

I looked over to see her reaction as she blushed and blew a kiss back. Right after she shot daggers in my direction and I uneasily looked away. Guess she was back in her feelings.

Chris raised his fist to the guys and Andrea before putting his helmet on and walking back to blend in with his team. I was ready for the game to get started...and over with.

--

I walked back to our seats with two beers. One for me and the other for Ms. Tamela. We were both on edge. The score was tied at 7 and Chris was getting sacked nearly every possession.

As I got closer I noticed my friends had disappeared, probably to socialize, and the dads weren't in sight, causing Ashley to be on the other side of Chris' mom.

I handed Ms. Tamela her beer as she graciously took it and had a small sip.

"Mm, I know this ain't wine. But it'll do." She said causing me and Ashley to chuckle.

"I know. I'm so nervous for him. He's been getting hit hard!" Ashley commented trying to keep the conversation flowing between her and his mom.

I tuned them out and pulled out my phone to busy myself. I wasn't surprised at all to see a message from Chris.

<strong>My back hurts.</strong>

<em>No s***. You ain't running. Stop being scary.</em>

I normally sympathize with him, but he was choking with the ball. Holding on to it and looking out to his teammates with uncertainty. Heisman winners don't play like that. National champions don't play like that. He was lacking confidence.

<strong>Not trynna get injured. They want me to be.</strong>

I frowned a little at the message. They were playing rough and really trying to break him down.

<em>Say a prayer. God been seeing you through this whole way. Fear nobody but him. Ease ya mind. Play like a champion. Run the f***IN ball! Bish.</em>

I knew he would smile at my message. Can't be too deep. He has to ease his tension.

<strong>Haa luh you. Thank u</strong>

<em>Yuup</em>

"What did you tell Chris muffin? I know he always looks to you for help during halftime." Ms. Tamela questioned as I instantly looked at Ashley who was cutting her eyes at me. His mom has no idea what she just did. She was asking genuinely because she knew that he did that every game, but I'm sure Ashley didn't.

"Uh..just told him to relax. And not be scared. He thinks they're trying to intentionally hurt him. Just encouraged him to run the ball." I answered nervously while being thankful that my crew was coming back. Being this close to Ashley was more than awkward.

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After playing a couple games in 2K with his boys, Chris left to head upstairs and get showered for their first home game of the season. He needed to relax and regain focus because a lot was riding on him. The whole country was watching. They had been since his freshman year. He had successfully taken his team to the Big Ten each year, but always failed to deliver at the bowl. All ESPN could say was that Chris was a choke artist when it really mattered most. He was trying to prove to himself and the nation that he wasn't. He was going to lead his team to a victory. Starting with beating the number 6 team tonight compared to their teams rank, 12 due to losing two big national titles. Texas.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard shuffling coming from Quinn's room. He gently knocked on her door, requesting permission to enter, in which she granted moments later.

He turned the knob and found <a href="http://cdn.concreteloop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/vashtie_concreteloop_photographer_taj_washington1.jpg">her</a> looking over herself in the mirror, the smell of Givenchy floating fresh in the room. He could tell she just got dressed from her shower.

"Hey Reese." She greeted, calling him the nickname that stemmed from his middle name. She was the only one that called him that.

Chris smiled stepping more into her room; happy his Peace of Mind was finally in near reach.

"Sup beautiful," he replied plopping on her bed and watching her primp in the mirror. "Where you headed?"

She shrugged, "Nowhere. Just decided to wash my ass for the day. Me and Drea gon pregame with the boys before walking down to the stadium for the game to get even drunker with everybody else." She chuckled trying to get her hair just right as Chris continued to watch.

"..Are you feeling ok? After last night?" Chris questioned hesitantly, unsure if he should even ask.

She shrugged again, pretending not to be bothered. "I'm good. I know what to expect from Michael at this point. Not much."

Chris could hear the emotion she tried to cover in her voice. It irked him to no end watching her go through this with someone unworthy of her time.

"How Ashley though? I wasn't even expecting to see you before the game." She questioned, locking eyes with him in the mirror. She noticed his face became disheveled.

"Tripping again. Nothing new. I swear every time I see her now she nagging about some s***." He growled causing Quinn to laugh.

"Told you what you gotta do."

"Man I ain't trynna hear that.."

"You gotta d*** her down. She act like that because you won't. Makes her feel some type of way." Quinn stated like it was common knowledge as Chris shook his head.

"I can't even do it. Not even with Ashley. I got too much riding on me to get caught up with these females. You see what that one b**** did freshman year. Trynna pin a baby on me.."

Quinn giggled thinking about it. Chris tried to do the 'player' thing back when they first got to college because that's what everyone expected, but girls started getting loony over his pipe. Claiming they was pregnant or fighting each other over it. It was a mess. After the pregnancy scare, Chris swore himself to celibacy until he trusted another female. It traumatized him really when it came down to it.

"Guess you still don't trust her huh?" Quinn questioned as he flashed a look of uncertainty.

"It's not that..." He said eluding. "Just been without it so long. Don't faze me."

"Bet not let the fools downstairs hear you talk like that. They'd swear you were pitching for the other team." She warned as Chris rolled his eyes.

"Just want it to be special. You know I always viewed sex deeper than just a quick nut. Unlike some people." He said eying Quinn as she rolled hers.

"Spiritual expression. Nothing wrong with wanting to release and express yourself."

"You can do that your damn self with that egg thing in your nightstand!" He busted her out as her mouth dropped. Her egg vibrator was damn near her boyfriend with how good that thing made her feel. She was so happy Andrea had convinced her to buy it.

"Don't be looking through my s***! You perv!" She barked turning around to face him.

"Or what?!" He challenged as she cut her eyes.

"Or imma kick your ass. Say I won't."

Before the words could fully escape his lips, Quinn had pounced on him and began twisting his nipples. He fought to remove her hands but she had his arms pinned down with her knees. He always forgot how strong her little self was.

"Say you're my b****!" She hollered as he laughed and shook his head, all the while turning red.

"I'd rather call you a bi- AHH!" He yelped in pain as she twisted his nipples harder.

"Say you're my b****, or I'll spit in your mouth Reese! Swear to God!" She bullied as Chris laughed in disbelief still struggling to get his arms free.

"I'm about to body your little ass!" He warned squirming underneath her.

"Man!" They heard Sean yell behind them, causing them both to look up. He had his hand over his eyes.

"Y'all in here f***in again?! I done told y'all about that.." He cackled as Quinn looked confused. Chris found this a perfect time to flip her over and he was now pressing all his weight on her back as she laid on her stomach.

"f*** off me Chris!" She yelled, attempting to get free. He had her arms pinned under his knees as her ass rested before him. He was going to have fun smacking the hell out of her.

"I already know what you about to do.. you bet no-AH YOU b****!" She screamed in pain after Chris smacked her ass so hard it caused his hand to sting. Sean stood in the doorway laughing his ass off.

"No, say you MY b****." He corrected as she kicked her feet.

"Never you little -Oooh s*** Chris!" Quinn yelled with a hint of a moan in her voice that caused 'Little Chris' to slightly jump. He hoped she didn't feel it in her back. He wasn't used to hearing her moan. Or any woman for that matter, so it was a natural male reaction.

Chris looked up at Sean who was looking questionably at Quinn.

"Always knew yo ass was a freak Muff!" He said shaking his head as Chris laughed and let up off of Quinn.

He turned to face her as she was slightly flushed with embarrassment before he smirked and kissed her cheek.

"Guess that makes you my b**** now huh?" He teased while biting his lip causing her to scoff and Sean to be humored.

"You wish."

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Okay, cool girl!
Yasss, it's a female mindset thing that's understandable with Ashley but if you want to be with someone you'll eventually overlook certain things ehh? RUN IT!

I don't understand Ashley why does she hate Quinn so much. Like if she knew they background then she would understand. He's her bestfriend that what they do but also she the only female. I'm sure she wouldnt want to be walkin home alone at 3 in the morning...
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Just when I started to like Ashley, she f***ed that s*** up. Don't be jealous, you shouldn't have a reason to be. Quinn been there since 1st grade, and you've been there how long? Exactly. She was tripping, but I somewhat get wehre she was coming from. Chris made a good move. I probably would've stayed and argued with her. KMSL! Sean and Wiz had me rolling. I love them already! Lol. Sean salty tho! Wait, did Quinn and Chris have something before??
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it feels like chris has some deep hidden feeling for muffin
i dont suspect this to be a lovey dovey story where they get together i mean i sure wouldnt mind it!
ashley would be jealous i mean i could understand but if u been with him a year and he aint prove you right than why still question his friendship?
idk both ladies got a different type of love coming from chris
i like his relationship with the gang they seem to keep him grounded
as for muffin and ole dude... i wanna know the backstory on how exactly she was more emotionally attached to him? does he remind her of her no good father?
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Yay thanks for the support! I will definitely keep yall updated on when the book is coming :)

Angel I deleted that page :( I'll give you the info on the new one

Last post for the day so pleasee give me your thoughts so far! This story is not going to go how you expect, so be prepared lol.

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Chris knocked on his girlfriend’s door as he attempted to catch his breath from his jog. He used this morning’s workout to run to her crib, knowing he would receive a ride back to his house to get ready before his game.

<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2e8Nv6GhfnU/TiE3OsBbIkI/AAAAAAAABxk/RAUMbJ32oCQ/s400/260527_227244457304921_141643449198356_906962_2316122_n.jpg">She</a> answered right before he knocked again and smiled at her beau. He was sweaty and shirtless, only wearing basketball shorts and running shoes. She internally smiled wondering how she got so lucky.

"Morning baby." He breathed in his raspy tone before poking his lips out. She giggled before sweetly kissing him on the lips and allowing him inside.

"You run here?" She asked closing the door behind him and following him inside the house she shared with her parents and younger brother. Her mother was upstairs in her bedroom and her dad and brother had gone to her brothers AAU basketball game since he was in a summer league that was preparing to end. Her little brother would be saddened to know they had missed Chris. He adored him.

"Yup." Chris said plopping down at their dining room table, wiping his sweat laced forehead. Ashley turned her nose up before running into the kitchen to grab a paper towel to give to him.

He graciously took it and began to dab at the beads of sweat on his face, "Thought I'd come hang witcha before I had to go to the stadium. Also had to give y'all the tickets. 50 yard line, front and center." He beamed as he dug in his pocket and placed the tickets on the table.

Ashley smirked knowing her father would be happy with the seats. He had been ranting to Chris all summer about getting them good seats to their first home game.

"We'll aren't you just the man." She playfully rolled her eyes as he nodded in agreement.

"You seem to think so."

"Boy, whatever." She played him off before changing the subject. "How'd your night go after the party? You didn't call me when you got home like you said you would.."

He smacked his lips before groaning, "My bad babe. I had to go get Muffin cause she was walking home at 3 in the morning. Can you believe that? She was gonna have to walk through the hood before she got to campus."

The irritation was clear in his voice as it rose in Ashley’s being. She hated that he called her that name and also that he forgot about calling his own girlfriend to rescuing Quinn, again.

"Quinn is a grown woman. She knew what she was doing walking home. She call you?" She asked, trying to piece the story together as he turned his nose up.

"Of course her prideful ass ain't call me. I got home and realized she was missing so I called to see what was good." He said nonchalantly as Ashley crossed her eyes.

"Why do you do that?" She asked, unable to hide her dismay of the situation.

"Do what?" He questioned sincerely as she sighed.

"Go to her room and see if she's in there when you get home? And then make it a point to go find her if she's not?"

Chris grew offended, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Do you do that for Cameron and Sean?" She asked, using Wiz's government name.

"No." He said with repulse in his tone as if he were disgusted she would even ask.

"Then why the hell would you do it for Quinn?" She spat back as Chris quickly caught on to the argument that was to come. He wasn't trying to hear this before his game. Instantly he wanted his Peace of Mind near him.

"Quinn is different.."

She cut him off placing her hand on her hip, "In what way?! The way y'all try to act it's like she's one of the guys."

"We'll she's not!" He snapped, not meaning to raise his voice. He calmed himself.

"She's not. You just wouldn't get it. After a year of being with me you still don't. That's my nigga. I ain't letting nothing happen to her. If you can't accept that.."

"Then what Chris? I'm your girl. Your lady! I shouldn't feel second place to your best friend."

"That's your own fault for feeling like that. I don't treat you like I treat Quinn." He argued, growing frustrated as the conversation continued.

".. Right. Cause you treat her better."

Chris rolled his eyes as he stood up from the table. He didn't have the energy to try and boost Ashley's ego and make her feel secure in an area she should never question. Quinn was Quinn and Ashley was Ashley. End of story.

"Man I'm finna go. I can't do this with you right now, gotta game to focus on." He sighed before leaning down and kissing her cheek.

"Wait for me after the game so I can holla at y'all and we'll go back to my house tonight aight? Pack a bag." He instructed as Ashley nodded to signal she understood. She knew not to irk his spirit before a game. The whole city depended on it.

"Love you.." She said softly before hearing the door slam in return.

Nobody messes with his Peace of Mind.

--

Chris somberly walked into his house as he heard noise coming from the living room. He stepped in to see Sean and Wiz playing an intense game of 2K. He plopped on the couch next to Wiz as both roommates looked at him with wonder.

"Damn you back already? Was sure you was gonna stay at Ashy Ashley's house till 3." Sean cracked as Chris found no humor in the nickname he gave her when they first met.

"Man she tripping."

"Mad cuz you'll lick Quinn's clit and not hers?" Sean questioned as Chris threw a pillow at him causing he and Wiz to laugh.

"I'm playing man, damn!"

"You always take s*** to the next level man. Ashley hates when you say s*** like that. She don't be knowing you playing." Chris groaned leaning back in his seat.

"Well her ashy ass ain't here is she?" He asked rhetorically before turning somewhat serious. "Nah for real. She say something about Quinn again?"

Chris nodded, "Yup. Got mad at me cuz I went and picked her up last night. And didn't call her because I forgot."

Sean shook his head, "I done told you about saving these hoes Chris. Captain save a hoe-face-ass. Cape wearing-face-ass."

Wiz laughed, "Quit f***in wit him before his game withcho long face-face-ass."

"Man I know you not talking wit yo nappy-hair-wita-blonde-streak-face-ass! Hanging off Chris' titty-face-ass!" They continued to go in on each other causing Chris' sides to split from laughter.

He loved being around his niggas. Much different than being around his teammates. Most only wanting to be cool for popularity. Every college football fan in the country knew who Chris was.

"Ya'll gotta chill man." Chris smiled shaking his head while relaxing more in his seat before realizing something was missing, or someone.

"Where Muffin?" He asked aloud as Wiz answered.

"She been sleep since she cooked her something to eat earlier."

Chris nodded not wanting to go up and disturb her. He's sure whatever happened with Michael last night was putting her in a mood. She didn't he caught her crying, but he did.

"We need to try to set her up with somebody else to get her away from that nigga man." He expressed to his friends as they nodded in agreement.

"Quinn don't go for that s*** tho when we try to throw the oop. She thinks we're trying to control her or some crazy female s***." Sean said as Wiz nodded.

"Yeah, you remember what she did to Aubrey? Practically handed his nuts to him on a platter. That nigga ain't wanna f*** with US after that."

"Yeah I heard he was gay now.." Sean sighed placing his head down in shame as Chris and Wiz laughed.

"Damn forgot about that," Chris commented remembering what happened when they set Quinn up on a blind date.

"She likes what she likes. And unfortunately it's f*** niggas. Thanks to her f*** ass Daddy." Sean spoke bitterly as the atmosphere in the room changed for only a moment. The topic of Quinn's dad was a touchy one.

"Maybe we can do it in like a slick way. Like where we make her believe she found the nigga on her own.." Wiz schemed as the guys followed and then quickly shook their heads.

"Ain't gon work. I say we just find that nigga at the skate park where she dug him up from and beat his ass!" Sean suggested before Wiz disapproved.

"Can't risk Chris scholarship. You know the university watch us close because of his ass. Thinking we gon be the reason they lose their star player."

Sean smacked his teeth, "I hate that you so good at that football s***. Should've been me out there!"

Chris laughed, "Nigga you ain't last two days in pee wee football! I remember someone accidentally bumped into you grabbing your flag and you fell out and cried! Old soft-face-ass!"

Wiz and Chris couldn't stop laughing looking at the blank face Sean had. He hated when they brought that up.

"f*** y'all man.." He huffed ignoring his friends.

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I know that feeling. Go to sleep late, wake up early. Hated it. I like her personality. If Sean was to joke like that with another girl, she probably would've tried to kill him. I like the way they met. I have a friend like Sean. I know how she feels.
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Yasss, I'm so happy you're finished with the book Tiff!! Congrats girl, I was looking for you on Insta but couldn't find you then I realized you deleted your page.
But yasss, glad you're writing again, ready to see what's up with those crew. RUN IT!

Aww thanks for the love so far guys!!! Missed posting... :)

One more add probably later today

I squinted my eyes, feeling the sun rays peer heavily through the blinds. I daringly opened my eyelids, while simultaneously wiping the crust that had built in them overnight.

To no surprise at all Chris was no longer in my bed. I chuckled to myself before finally stretching my arms and legs and allowing a comforting yawn to escape my lips.

I looked around for my phone to check the time and groaned when I saw it was only 8 AM.

"It's early as s***." I sighed with irritation. My body never let me sleep in.

I decided the best cure for that would be to make a quick breakfast and get full while watching Fairly Oddparents. That always put me to sleep on a Saturday morning.

I stood up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and run water over my face before heading downstairs to fix a cheese quesadillas with scrambled eggs and salsa on top of it all. For some reason it had grown to be my little breakfast remedy.

I was greeted by the smell of kush as I hit the bottom of the steps and instantly felt myself get an attitude.

"Y'all niggas decided to wake and bake without me?" I asked looking at <a href="http://cdn.gossiponthis.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/wiz-khalifa-big-sean-bday-party-1.jpg">them</a> walking towards the living room where they sat, blowed.

"My bad Q. We ain't know you was here." Wiz defended as I looked over at Sean.

"Even if we had known. I still wasn't waking yo ass up." Sean said bluntly before coughing as he exhaled the drug. I rolled my eyes; that's what he get.

He passed the blunt over to me, still coughing trying to regain his breath.

"f***ed up." I reiterated before I took two long drags and passed it to Wiz then heading to the kitchen. I wasn't in the mood to really smoke but I knew the feeling would help me go back to sleep. I was tired

"Where Chris?" I called to them while opening up the fridge and pulling out everything I needed to fix my breakfast.

"Went to run and then meet up with Ashely before the game tonight." Wiz informed me as I nodded in understanding.

Chris was the starting quarterback for our Colleges' football team. He was the number one pick and could've easily went to any college in the country, but he stayed here, not wanting to leave us.

I never wanted us to go to the same school. I pushed him to go somewhere else. Chris attracts attention everywhere he goes, and so many people want to be his friend. It got annoying. I always had to watch for the snakes in his grass. He was too easy going to pay any attention to it.

Wiz and Sean were our brothers. We all met in the first grade due to a playground fight that got started because I was getting picked on. I didn't fit anywhere. Boys didn't like me because I was a girl and girls didn't like me because I acted like a boy. Even Wiz and Sean used to pick on me. But Chris and I Iived in the same apartment complex so he always would look out for me, just not in front of his friends until they saw me get pushed down by a third grader. All three of them came to my aid and we made friends in the principals office before getting banned from recess for a week.

Been inseparable ever since. Can't split the wolf pack. Many have tried, including Chris' current girlfriend, Ashley.

"We throwing a party after his win tonight or no?" I asked seriously as they both shook their head.

"We throwing a Labor Day cookout. No need to do s*** tonight." Sean said as I continued to cook my food.

"Where you run off to last night tho? Had us stuck when we were getting ready to leave and you were gone." Wiz questioned as I froze before shrugging.

"Off with Drea.." I said referring to my female best friend Andrea. She was the only chick to keep me sane dealing with these fools. I met her my freshman year. She moved here from Atlanta for school.

"..Lyin ass." Sean smirked before walking to the kitchen and handing me the blunt. It was my turn in the rotation.

I gave him an evil glare before taking three short inhales and handing it back so he can take it to Wiz.

"She left to go hop on Michael's d***!" He announced as he and Wiz began cracking up.

"Why you still mess with that f*** ass nigga?" Wiz asked looking behind at me.

"Right? You act like you don't pop that pus for everybody!" Sean teased as I flicked him off and began mixing the eggs so I could fix them. I internally thanked a higher power for almost being done. I was not about to be their entertainment this morning.

"Sean just playin with you Muffin. Don't take him seriously.." Wiz tried to soothe as Sean smacked his lips. Muffin was a nickname the click had for me. Only they were allowed to call me that soft s***.

"The f*** I am. Quinn's hoe ass for everybody!" Wiz bursted into laughter as Sean soon followed. I swear they get on my nerves.

"Aight let me stop before Chris pop out of no where and kick my ass. You know he don't f*** around with his little Muffin." Sean eased up as he took another hit from the blunt and began walking towards me.

I ignored his entire presence as I heard a small chuckle come from him.

He placed a tender kiss on my cheek before speaking softly, "I'm just playing Muff.." He apologize as my lips curved into a grin while kindly accepting the blunt, puffing and giving it back to him.

"..witcha hoe ass." He added before I smacked him in his shoulder as he ran off to escape me. Sean and I argued the most out of everyone and that's because we were brutally honest with each other. I knew if I needed the real, I could count on him to deliver.

Yes I was a sexually experienced person. I liked to consider myself a 'free spirit' as you will. Sex didn't hold much weight and value as it did in most females. I had my reasonings, but chose to block those from my memory.

With Michael it was different. I was attached to him emotionally before anything ever got physical. For whatever reason, I held off with him. I tried the whole 'I respect myself more than that' s***. It didn't last after the first time we spiritually connected.

My mind eased as I realized I was almost done cooking. Once I finished cleaning up after myself, I took my meal upstairs and ate before quickly falling into a deep sleep due to being high and full.

I love love LOVE all your stories! Each add gets better and better. I wish you great success on your book. I hope Quinn catches herself before Michael gets her again. Chris is the true meaning of a damn good friend. Great so far.
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Tiff! You know I love your stories.. I am so here for this...

Dang Quinn, I'm not gonna judge you right now because I know that we all have that one guy who we really like and hopes that he'll change...

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Sounds great so far!! Wonder what Quinn and Chris' story is? And what is Michael's deal?! I swear men don't have a clue when females have feelings for them. They are such fools and barely see it lol. Anyway can't wait for more!! BUMPS!!

I enjoyed that it has a mystery to it.
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My book is FINISHED! So as I work on getting it published, i've decided to write a new story. So excited for this! And you should be too! :)

Feels good to be back writing. RUNN. Adding more later today