The Unexpected : (The Unknown Sequel) DISCONTINUED

Chapter Eight

I have a really bad habit when it comes to this story. I update, and then I forget it for like three months, and then I come back to it. I'm sorry guys lol.

And I'm sorry if this chapter's a little nasty, I was listening to Drown In It lmao.

Lena, the store owner is in the multimedia.

Read, comment, vote, all that good stuff, and most of all, enjoy!

- Keiana

Chapter Eight

Dylan Bernice Anthony

"Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the enddd, that's what I found out." Beyoncé sang to my soul as I laid in the king sized bed with a personal bottle of Hennessy and a thick blunt.

I'd just gotten home from Heather and Trell's, and when I discovered that Chris wasn't here either, I rolled me a perso and turned on my Bluetooth speakers.

This nigga just expected me to sit here in pity, calling his phone every other second? Shit, if he didn't want to hang out with me, I didn't wanna hang out with his dirty q-tip looking ass either.

"AND THERE AIN'T NO NEED TO CRYYY, CAUSE FROM NOW ON I'M GONE BE MY OWN BEST FRIEND!" You know when you really felt the lyrics? That was definitely me right now. Beyoncé knew exactly how I was feeling right now.

This nigga really wasn't shit. Yeah I get I kinda messed him up by taking his car without telling him, but he didn't die over it. He didn't have to be so mean and childish. Imagine if I did that, Chris would have half of Los Angeles searching for me right now.

I couldn't even call him, he'd turned his phone off, or it had died from me calling it so much.

Ugh, he was really pissing me off.

I laid back in bed and took another pull of the blunt. The song changed from Me, Myself, and I to Feeling Myself.

Bittttch.

I rolled out the bed and grabbed my small bottle of Hennessey with me. I ran over to my large mirror posted against the wall and started to dance in front of it.

"He said 'damn Dylan you small but you be really taking that pipe.' I said yeah daddy I do." I flipped my straightened hair behind my back and arched my back so I could start throwing it back.

If Chris was here, he could've been getting all this, but he wanted to be childish.

I kept dancing until my balance started tripping and I fell on the floor.

I couldn't even lift myself up, my body felt so heavy, and I couldn't even open my eyes, the weed wouldn't let them.

"Okay Dylan, you got this, just just stand up." I mumbled to myself and tried to push myself onto my elbows.

"Good girl, you're doing so good. Now just keep pushing yourself up, and you got ittt." I was now sitting up, and all I had to do was stand up.

I grabbed the bed frame and used it to pull myself up. Damn, it had taken me almost fifteen minutes to stand up. I needed to get better.

Why was I letting this boo boo ass nigga affect me? I was fine as hell, ass was fat, why was I sitting in my bed feeling bad for myself?

I grabbed my phone and unlocked it after putting in the wrong passcode three times. I called Heather. I knew Honey was with Michael, so she wasn't gonna answer.

The phone rang a few times before Heather answered sounding pissed as hell.

"Hello?"

"Hey boo!"