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Chris

I don't know why the coaches daughter didn't fall for my looks! I was trying to get her to fall for me so I could grab the list.

Whatever. I could just see it Monday. I guess the plan didn't work. I texted August to give up running. A minute later coach came in yelling something to August as he drove away. Coach handed my bag to me, and I walked back to the locker rooms.

"Did you see the list man?" Tyga asked.

"Naw. His daughter kept me from lookin. It's as if do nothing to her." I told him.

"What? But you're Chris Brown! You're the guy who can get any girl just by your looks!" He said.

"Yeah. Well. She's the coaches daughter. I guess she gets what she wants when she wants it. Like the coach. Right?" We laughed a bit.

"Whatever man. Go change." Tyga said as he sat down on one of the benches. He looked kinda down. He was kinda tense and he had a towel wrapped around his neck.

"Aight." I said as I walked to a changing stall. I pulled the curtain, and started putting my clothes on.

After doing that, I sat down next to Tyga.

"How's your girl man?" I asked.

"She's good. She's warming up to me more now that she sees me during some classes and after school." He said.

That didn't seem to be the problem. That's the only thing I could come up with on the spot so I wouldn't make it awkward.

"Aight. Well. I'll see ya later man!" I said as we bro hugged. Then I walked out. I turned my blue Lamborghini to life, and hopped in. "My House" by Flo Rida came on, so I raised the volume to the roof! I snap chatted this. Then I put my phone away and drove home.

I hope Tyga is good by Monday or the coach might not want him!

*the next day*

Karrueche

I was on my phone, in bed. I was so happy it was Saturday! But I couldn't do anything with Kylie cause she was going on a date with Tyga.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, and took care of my hygiene. Then I put on some capri leggings, and a bralette. I put my phone in my arm strap, and put my dogs on their leashes. My family was probably still sleeping, so I walked out. Chief and Chop were the best! They played together, ate together, and slept together. (Not like that!) They were best friends. We named the oldest one chop because my brother wanted a fierce dog. So I guessed the younger one was for me to pick. I named him chief, because no matter where he went, Chop followed. It was cute. (Chop is the first one. Chief is the second).