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Cassandra John

Bug ! Is it normal to have that kind of smile? The guy, he scammed mister smile or what? Oh my goodness!

It's the kind that makes your head spin without the slightest effort. The guy has one of those looks, God! But hey, I have to come back down to earth a bit. To see him, he looks like a fuckboy. It's too much for my little heart. It's more than he can handle. He's too fragile. These rich kids are not looking for a serious relationship. And when this is the case, it is between rich kid that it is done. Besides, I don't need a distraction right now. I have to know how to manage my mind.

Me (speaking to myself): I'm not interested, not at all interested. I'm not... interested in this kind of species, I repeated to myself to give myself courage.

Now I'm talking to myself. I'm in deep shit. Really screwed up.

Lying in bed, I struggled to fall asleep, imagining so many possible scenarios. Around two o'clock in the morning I was still able to get there.

Jamal B. BROWN

Since Lú's return there has been no breathing in this house. She's here doing her melodrama. Tomorrow is my nephew's birthday. It's a little piece of cabbage. A real ball of energy. At least something good came out of his little... getaway. That's the only reason I still support her. When I think about it I feel like killing. I need to take my body for a walk tonight. Otherwise I'm going to make a big mistake.

I'm joining the guys for a bar crawl. I hurry, I call Jamel to see if he wants to join us. And as always Jamel makes Jamel. Always picking up stray dogs. Honestly, I pity the poor guy. Bless this woman who will be able to support my brother for a moment even while pretending to be interested in him. Too serious dude. It's boring in the long run.

I arrive at the bar, I do a tcheck with the friends then I melt into the vibe. And there, boom, I'm k-o.

Me: mama mia! This girl! Oh god! How sexy is the little one! She is breathtaking.

How to explain this? She's not too thin. She's not fat either. Just the perfect size, what. A nice pair of buttocks. A pair of tits in place. An intense gaze. That's what I call a hottie. This clearly compensates for its small size. Oh no, I have to do it.

Me (thinking): she's way too good this go.

I move closer hoping that I can at least say a couple words to him. But a guy had already beaten me to it. He came to her and to see the way he's groping her, it looks like she's his girl. But hey, that's not going to stop me, the great Jamal. She is in a relationship. So what ? Will this stop me? No. If we are not yet able to snatch a woman from her boyfriend, it is because we have not yet earned our diploma as a man.

I go back to my things while having the pretty gazelle on my radar.

Alain (snapping his fingers): eh oh Jamal, are you listening?

Me (mouth wide open): ...

Alain (shouting): Jamal!

I jump when I hear Alain's voice. But, fuck it. Shit !

Alain (smile): Since the time we've been talking to you.

Me (elsewhere): Oh yeah! And what did you say?

Josh (amused): You were totally drooling in front of the little one who was over there.

Me: in your delirium Josh.

Jefferson: You're wasting your time Josh, Jamal the heartbreaker is never going to admit he was drooling in front of a girl.

Me (giggling):...

Jefferson (as if to warn me): She already has a guy. So give in old man.

Me (carnivorous smile): she already has a guy? Just that ? Me Jamal no woman can resist me.

Alain: ouyouyouyouyouy! In any case this one is not for you brother.

Me (stung): So you want to bet?

Josh: We're not going to get into this stupid Jamal childishness.

Me (feeling the adrenaline rush): I bet you $500 that by next weekend I'd have already fucked him, I continued.

Josh (killing himself laughing): Jamal please! Save your $500. We don't want to see you cry here.

Me (taking the money out of my wallet): so who's got the bet?

Jefferson (recovering the $500): Leave it, so we can see him crying for once.

Alain (smile): You don't have to Jamal. All of us here know your power.

Jamal: You don't believe me capable of it? Guys... it's me... Jamal.

Alain: the guy he adds Jamal to each sentence, to believe that he is a little obsessed with his own first name. It's narcissistic old.

Josh: The "a little" is a stain on the phrase brother. The guy is downright obsessed. This guy is a megalomaniac.

Me: I'm telling you guys, I'm going to do it or I'm not called Jamal anymore. And this very soon. Of that you can be sure.

I spent the rest of the evening watching him. I spied on his every move from where I was. The other jerk sticks to it like he's his second skin. But all is not yet lost. A few minutes later, I saw him heading for the bathroom so I followed him there.

Me: good evening Bella! How are you ? Are you doing well here? Do you feel the vibe?

Her (ignoring me): ....

Well I think the first approach was too aggressive. I can always change.

Me (trying to coax a smile out of her): hello earth! I believe that an angel took the wrong way and landed here, colliding with my heart at the same time.

She (continuing on her way):...

Well that also doesn't work.

Me (following her closely): you could at least answer me my sweet.

Her (without stopping): not interested.

The con (arriving from behind): did you hear it doll? She's not interested in you. She already has a man in her life, in this case me.

Me (frustrated): Doll!

I dreamed or what? He didn't call me that, did he? This idiot thinks I'm his PD, or what?

The idiot (replicating): Yeah, doll. Is it a problem for you ?

I didn't even realize my movements that my fist had already landed in his shitty little prick face. The little con quickly took a turn on himself. Time to regain his senses I struck him another blow even stronger than the first. A fight ensued alerting the others. I saw my friends coming to me right away. Alain tried to hold me back so I wouldn't hit the other idiot again. Hard to calm down. I was pissed off. I wanted to make him face again this moron who dared to call me doll. In the end, it was the three who managed to subdue me. I went out with them, the bloody point heading home. I'll handle this shitty little prick well. He loses nothing to wait for this one. If before I could have let it go, well, not anymore. I'm going to hit his girlfriend so hard that she will want more. He will only have his eyes to cry. Nothing can resist Jamal. And it certainly won't be this one.