Chapter Three
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Kamilla p.o.v
"I like this one you made," She said.
I looked up at the dress and it was a pink one shoulder dress.
"Thanks," I said.
"You know you should go to fashion school instead of law school," She said.
"I think I'll most likely succeed a lawyer and not a fashion designer," I said.
"You never know and stop doubting yourself," She said.
"You know do you ever get tired of your motivational s**t," I said irritated.
I went to my closet and picked out a navy blue dress that was supposed to "hug my curves." I had curled my hair. I had light brown hair that stopped at my shoulders, for my makeup I had just put on lip gloss not wanting to do anything extreme.
"Damn chica you look good," She said.
"What you saying I never look good?" I asked.
"I'm not saying that its just...girl you look good and how yo ass look in that dress you getting some d**k tonight," She said.
I shook my head at her and put on my leather jacket.
"Come on lets go," She said.
"Where is the party?" I asked.
"Like around the corner from yo house," She said.
"Why are you taking me to a party and I'm pregnant?" I asked closing the door.
"Because yo anti-social ass need to get out more and not just go to work," She said.
"Well I got fired," I said.
"What the hell Kamilla," She said.
"What?" I asked.
"How?" She asked.
"Got into a fight," I said nonchalantly.
"Didn't yo mama leave you $100,000?" She asked.
"For emergencies," I said.
"This is a emergency," She said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Or your just trying to use me," I said.
I bumped into somebody.
"Damn why you so clumsy today?" Araine asked laughing her ass off.
Fuckin' asshole. Somebody helped me up. It turned out to be the same person from the mall.
"You just keep bumping into me today," He said with a smile.
I didn't say anything, I kept my head down.
"Never put your head down ma," He said lifting my head up.
It probably would've made some girls blush, but it made me self conscious more.
"Sorry to ruin your little talk but I do want my friend back," Araine said.
"I remember you, you punched the s**t out of Hannah," The other one said.
Him and Araine went in there own conversation.
"So what's your name?" He asked.
"K-Kamilla," I said stuttering.
Why am I stuttering?
"I'm Kobe, so you wanna go inside?" He asked.
"I don't know," I said.
"Come on have some fun ma," He said.
"Fine," I said.
He took my hand which sent chills up my back and led me inside. When we got inside girls was glaring at me and niggas looked at me licking their lips.
"Wanna dance?" He asked
"Sure" I said
He led me on the dance floor and My Imagination by Majid Jordan came on. Kobe looked at me the whole time with lust in his eyes, I really don't like looking people in their eyes so I looked to my left and seen Araine all on his friend twerking.
"What's your friend name?" I asked.
"Joe but he tell people to call him J," He said.
I nodded.
"What's your friend name?" He asked.
"Araine," I said.
"So Kamilla wanna go upstairs?" He asked.
I looked upstairs and shrugged. Might as well step out my comfort zone tonight.
"Sure," I said.
He took my hand and led me there but Hannah stopped us.
"Kobe what you doing here with this fat b***h?" She asked him yelling.
What would you say or do?
"Mane Hannah gone somewhere with all that bullshit," He said.
"No because you are mines daddy," She said.
He took her hand and took her somewhere, I went to look for Araine but, somebody tapped my shoulder I turned around.
"Wassup beautiful," He said.
"Hi?" I said confused.
I looked him up and down and he clearly was a stranger.
"So you Kobe woman?" He asked.
"No," I said.
"Ight," He said.
After he said that he just walked away leaving me there stunned. I went to look for Araine and found her kissing the dude from earlier.
"Araine! I'm going home!" I yelled.
She just nodded her head. I guess she don't care about my safety.
Kobe p.o.v
"Imma tell you this only one time never ever call my future wife out of her name and never ever say I'm yours," I said.
She nodded her head fast. I walked away from her and went to look for Kamilla, I couldn't find her so I went to look for her friend.
"Aye where Kamilla go?" I asked.
"Home," She said.
I walked outside and seen her walking I jogged up to her.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi," She whispered.
Why is she so shy?
"Why are you so shy?" I asked.
"I'm not shy I'm antisocial," She said.
"Well where you live?" I asked.
"Right there," She said pointing.
Her house was...I couldn't even describe it. It was that messed up.
"You live here?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yea," She mumbled.
I walked her to her doorstep.
"Thanks nice to see somebody cares," She said.
I smiled.
"Can I get a hug?" I asked.
She brought me in a hug, she smelled so good like pineapples and other fruit.
"See you," She said.
"Can I have your number?" I asked.
We exchanged numbers.
"Bye Kamilla," I said.
"Bye Kobe," She said.
- Writer
