This story is going to have a huge plot twist, like seriously. I'm still outlining it and I should hate myself for it because this character is going to end up being the bad guy lol.

Just know that everything is going to start making sense later on in the story.

|Recap|

This feels like a romantic movie. You know, the scene where the lovers romantically kiss in the rain. Yeah, that's what it feels like.

What a day. I got into it with Eric at my job, went to his crib to apologize, went on a "friendly date", received an anonymous phone call, almost got my ass killed, and it ends with a kiss in the rain.

This is better than sex because that's what we're using each other for. This boy is making me feel some type of way slowly but surely.

Right now we're just two friends having sex but I can't wait until it turns into something else.

| Eric |

About an hour later, we both took a long, hot shower and dried ourselves off. For some strange reason, I started to feel weak and lightheaded.

Then out of nowhere, I started coughing and wheezing. I searched everywhere for my inhaler but couldn't find it.

The coughs got louder and my chest felt tighter. My bronchitis decides to act up just when things are going well and on top of that, my inhaler is nowhere to be found.

[A/N: does anybody know if he had asthma as well? I know he had bronchitis but did he have asthma too? I need to know for future chapters]

I made my way to the kitchen and made a tall glass of water. I continued to take deep breathes and my chest felt heavier and heavier.

Just when I was about to call an ambulance...

"Is this yours?" she asked while holding my inhaler "I found it in the bathroom."

I couldn't speak obviously due to heavy breathing and wheezing. And Tomica is hands down the dumbest bitch ever because she can clearly see that I'm grasping for air and slightly coughing, yet she still asks if the inhaler belongs to me.

I snatched it from her and starting coughing again. I held my hand up, telling her to back up and she did.

Now I just hope that it's not empty.

"You good? Do you want me to call an ambulance?"

My vision started to get blurry and I began to shake it. After removing the cap, I breathed out and brought it to my mouth before breathing in slowly.

I removed it from my mouth and held my breathe for about ten seconds, then breathed out.

Seconds later, my chest felt tight again and I started taking deep breathes.

"Eric do you want me to call an ambulance? Well, I'm gonna call one anyway."

I waved my hand, letting her know that I'm fine. I tried to open my mouth to talk but all I did was let out a few coughs.

I quickly grabbed my inhaler and shook it once more. After breathing out, I brought it to my mouth again before breathing in.

I held my breathe for a few seconds, then let out a sigh of relief after breathing out.

Finally...

"I'm good," I muttered before placing the cap back on.

"I found it in the bathroom. I didn't know you had bad lungs."

"Yeah."

"You know there's nothing to be ashamed of. And I should get going."

"You just said you wanted to spend the night. Why are you leaving?" I questioned.

"Yeah I know but I really need to hit a blunt, especially after watching you suffer from a mild asthma attack."

I laughed. "Damn I didn't know you smoke weed. We're gonna get along just fine. Follow me to my bedroom."

"Why? You still think I'm some cheap hoe huh?" she spat.

"So we can hit a blunt together bitch. Chill."

"So we can hit a blunt together," she mimicked "yeah right."

"Aight let's do it in my living room since you tripping," I chuckled.

I grabbed a few blankets from my closet and placed 'em in front of my couch.

"I still can't believe you smoke weed Miss Record Executive."

"Um record executive assistant," she retorted while laying on top of the blankets.

I spreaded her legs and got in between 'em.

"My favorite place to be," I mumbled.

She rolled a blunt and lit it.

"Stop playing," she muttered, then brung it to my lips and I took a hit.

"So do you want to know why I was coughing and wheezing earlier?"

She took a hit then brung it to my lips again.

"You told me you have bad lungs, right? I'm so sorry to hear that."

"I have bronchitis," I muttered after taking a hit.

"And why do you act like you're ashamed of your condition?" she asked after taking a hit and passing it back to me.

I took a hit. "I'm not ashamed. But I'm about to tell you a little secret about me."

"What's wrong?"

"In case you're wondering; the reason why my voice is so high pitched is because of my bronchitis. My bad lungs is the cause of my voice. The voice that makes me famous."

She took a hit then fed it to me again.

"Wow. Well, does anybody else know this?"

"A few people. And for some reason, I don't tell too many people so consider yourself lucky. I know we don't know each other that well but I feel like I can trust you."

"Your secret's safe with me," she smiled.

"You're so pretty. I love looking at you," I said before kissing her lips.

"And you're amazing."

"Like I said.. most people don't think so."

"But you are."

"Now tell me more about these goons. Who are they and why did they-"

She stood up. "Promise me that you won't do anything you'll be sorry for."

"I can't promi-"

"Promise me," she demanded "LAPD is already tracking you down and I work for KTLA News so don't try to do anything stupid. Now promise me."

"I promise."

She sighed. "W-well it's kind of a long story and I honestly don't know where to start."

"Start from the beginning," I said.

"I guess it was the phonecall. After you dropped me off I received a call from someone who remained anonymous."

| Flashback |

"Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"Wait. He called you and had the audacity to ask 'who is this?"

"Um who are you trying to reach?"

"I just need to know what number I called."

"Well, what number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know."

"Well you have the wrong number."

"Do I?"

"It's fine. It happens, take it easy."

"I quickly hung up then he decides to call again."

"Hello?"

"Sorry I guess I did dial the wrong number."

"So why did you dial it again?"

"Because I want to talk to you."

"Well they have plenty of chatline numbers for that. Goodnight."

"Thirty minutes later and he didn't call back. I thought it was probably just someone making a prank call until he called again."

"Hello?"

"Why don't you want to talk to me?"

"Who is this?"

"Tell me your name and I'll tell you mine."

"Hmm I don't think so. Goodbye."

"Don't hang up on me."

"And did you hang up?"

"What do you think? Of course it rings again and at that moment, I was scared for my life."

"Yes?"

"I told you not to hang up on me."

"Who is this? And why do you keep calling me?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Why does it concern you? Stop calling me!"

"And I remember his exact words after I called him an asshole. H-he threatened me. I don't know if he was joking or not but..."

"Listen asshole.."

"No you listen bitch, you hang up on me again and I'll make sure there's at least three bullets in your chest before midnight you understand?"

"And you don't know who this nigga was right?"

"I don't know. I told you, he's anonymous. All I know is he's definitely one of the four armed men that were in my house."

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"Now tell me your name."

"Why do you want to know my name?"

"Because I want to know who I'm looking at."

"My heart dropped at that moment. It felt like I was in a horror movie. I instantly checked my door to make sure that it was locked."

"Say that again?"

"I said I want to know who I'm talking to."

"Wrong."

"Oh really?"

"Look I gotta go."

"Your name wouldn't happen to be Tomica would it?"

"H-how do you know my name?"

"Open the door."

"Fuck you."

"After that I hung up once more and attempted to call the police until I heard someone banging on my door."

"I feel like you're not telling me everything."

"What? I told you everything from A to Z."

"Everything from A to Z? Yeah, okay."

| End of Flashback |

"That's the entire phone call Eric. You weren't even there."

"Aight. Now tell me about the house visit."

She put the blunt out in the ashtray. "No. I'm going to leave it there."

"Why?"

"Because. Because you promised me that you wouldn't do anything you'd be sorry for."

"What makes you think I'm gonna do something that I'd be sorry for? Just give me their names and-"

She scoffed. "And then what? Kill them? Just know that Scooter owes a lot of money."

"Aight. That's all I needed to know."

"You're not doing or saying anything to them. You made a promise. And as your friend, I just want the best for you."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

"Whatever? It's like that? I already know you're thinking about homicide but I'm not going to let that happen."

"And why is that?" I smirked.

"It's not funny. Stop being childish and grow the hell up. Y'all are so quick to pick up a damn gun. Let's not forget that I'm trying to become the voice to end gang violence. Homicide means years in prison or even worse.. death row."

"I know what it means Tomica," I spat.

"Look I'm just trying to help you out," she retorted "y'all are so quick to pick up a gun well use your fists for once."

Who the fuck is she and who the fuck does she think she is? Call herself trying to tell me what the fuck to do. I'm grown and so is she so she better back the fuck back and stay out of my way and quickly because she's pissing me the fuck off.

"So you make your way into my life and think that you run me? Is that what it is?"

"What?!" she yelled "I don't want to run you and I don't need to be in your life! Trust me, I was not and is not checking for you."

"Whatever," I mumbled before checking my pager, completely ignoring her presence.

"You think I need you? I don't need you."

"Who said you need me? I don't know but I damn sure don't need you. Like I said, it was never that deep."

"I wasn't looking for a relationship either so we're good. I'm going to spend the night and then you can take me home first thing in the morning. I was fine before you and I'll be fine after."

My phone decides to ring out the blue. Perfect timing.

"New phone who this?"

"Eric? This is Jerry."

"What Jerry?"

"Don't forget about the videoshoot tomorrow morning. I want to have this video wrapped up by the end of the week."

"I'll be there," I muttered before hanging up.

                                           -
For some strange reason, I woke up the next morning in a good mood and I want to surprise Tomica by teaching her how to drive.

I attempted to teach her about a week ago but it didn't end well because she found a gun in my glove department.

I've been thinking about buying another gun as well. I don't know why I want another gun, but I'm going to buy one anyway.

I unlocked the doors and slid in the driver's seat.

"You're in the driver's seat? Really?"

"Yeah. I'm the teacher and you can't drive so why should you be in the driver's seat?" I spat while buckling my seatbelt.

She sat in the passenger's seat. "You have got to be kidding me. What's the point of teaching me how to drive if I don't drive?!"

"Don't raise your voice in my car. This is a fragile piece of material."

"It's a car Eric."

"Actually it's not just a car. It's a BMW." I started the ignition, adjusted my mirrors, and drove off.

"Can we listen to some music? It's too quiet."

"Aye what were we arguing about last night? And no. When you're learning how to drive, the radio stays off."

"I don't remember us arguing at all last night to be honest."

"You mean you don't remember? You was telling me about something and I think I started yelling at you or you were yelling at me, something like that."

"I honestly don't remember anything. Sorry."

I glanced at her. "Safety is important. So put your seatbelt on. You can't drive without your seatbelt."

"I'm not driving!" she yelled.

"Aight you want to drive?" I grabbed her left hand and pressed the horn. "There. That's your first lesson," I laughed.

"You're my driving teacher? Yeah right. I'll learn how to drive a car on my own."

I leaned over to give her a kiss. "Shit. We should've just got high again or something. I need a joint right now," and I kissed her again.

I stopped at a red light and decided to listen to the news.

"You're listening to KTLA News."

"There has been another shooting last night in a very secluded neighborhood. Witnesses say they saw a young woman running from four armed men but they can't identify her or the shooters."

"Do you know anything about that?" I asked.

She quickly shook her head and bit her bottom lip.

"No one knows what happened to the young woman or the shooters. If you know anything please call 1-800-SNITCH."

"Do you want an official LAPD badge? Do you want to stop Los Angeles gang violence? It's easy and you don't have to be Superman. Simply contact LAPD and give them any information to help them track down gang members. Let's make LA a better place."

"Aight pay attention to the road signs. I'm sure you know what a stop sign is but just in case you don't, here's one right here," I laughed before making a complete stop.

"I know what a stop sign is Eric. Stop playing and let me get behind the wheel."

"Nah you ain't ready yet," I said before leaning over to give her another kiss.

I switched the station to Power 106.

"When I had you to myself, I didn't want you around. Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd. But someone picked you from the bunch, one glance was all it took. Now it's much too late for me to take a second look.

Oh baby give me one more chance..."

"I thought the radio has to be off."

"I can do that. I'm the teacher."

"What exactly are you teaching me?"

                                          -
"Eric you're thirty minutes late," Jerry spat.

"Jerry I was stuck in traffic and-"

"The scheduled time for the videoshoot was thirty minutes ago. Thirty minutes later, you're late."

"Even if I was stuck in-"

"That's twenty suicides for the whole group and one hundred push-ups for you Eric. They must be completed before your next studio session. Now Eric go meet with your stylist and makeup artist so that we can get this show on a roll."

I rolled my eyes and headed towards the dressing room, with the crew on my tail.

"Come on E you costing us money," said Ren.

I grabbed my three piece costume from my stylist.

"I was stuck in traffic."

"It's always an excuse with you," he spat "aye sometimes we think you just don't want to be here."

I licked my lips. "Aye I feel like firing Jerry's ass right now and tell him I think all of this bootcamp shit is bullshit."

"Maybe you should arrive on time Eric," Dre spat.

"Maybe you should kiss my ass. I was stuck in fucking traffic. My attendance is fine, maybe you should mind ya fucking business."

"Aye you don't really do nothing anyway. Nothing. Ren wrote those rhymes, not you!"

"And what do you do? Get paid under my record label. It's always the niggas underneath you that has the most to say."

"Come on y'all chill damn," Yella interrupted.

"Both of y'all tripping," said Ren "Dre and E. Act like you got some damn sense so that we can focus on releasing this album because Cube is killing us."

"Who gives a fuck about Cube?" I spat.

After hours of filming, we're finally able to view the stills.

"Guys! Let's take a look. You guys are fantastic," said Jerry.

"Yo this is Yella from N.W.A. and we've just wrapped up day two of the making of Appetite for Destruction."

"Alright I want you guys to get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is day three and please show up on time. Thanks to Eric, you owe me push ups and suicides."

"Sick of these damn push ups and suicides."

-
Club Boulevard 3

"This club is strapped E," the bouncer said while patting me down "just wanted to give you a heads up."

"Yeah," I muttered. Then I glanced at the dancefloor. "The fuck is she doing here?"

"Tylenol?" Yella laughed.

"Come on man," Ren muttered "don't even worry about her E or the nigga she's dancing with."

"I want to welcome all of the beautiful people to Boulevard 3. I am DJ Sneeze and I'm sorry but Talk Too Much is not here. He's busy working on his campaign because he's serious about running for mayor of California. I'm gonna start the night off with the most requested song."

"Atomic dog. Atomic dog. Like the boys when they're out there walking the streets. May complete, nothing but the dog in ya."

"I want you to answer me and be honest," said Ren.

"Go ahead."

"You robbed that bank didn't you?"

"Be right back," I mumbled before heading towards the front of the building.

"Where you going? What's up?" he questioned. But of course, everything went out the other ear.

I know where our relationship stands at the moment. I know we both agreed to just be friends with benefits. But she's not about to disrespect me in my face. If I'm not going to do it, she won't either.

"Eric?" she questioned in confusion "what are you-"

"Eazy back off man we were just talking!" he yelled.

I got in her face. "Is this how you do me? After I let you lay in my house. Smoke my weed and ride in my car, this is how you repay me?"

"Eric it's not like that and it's none of your damn business. We were just talking, getting to know each other."

"It ain't my business? The fuck you mean it ain't my business?"

"Look you can't tell me what to do! We're not even dating!" she yelled.

"That's how you do me huh?" I chuckled.

"You can't tell me who I can and can't see. You got some nerve, we are not even together remember? Friends with benefits! We're just friends!"

"Call security!" someone yelled.

"Let me catch you here again with another nigga.."

"What are you going to do? Huh? You got some fucking nerve! I'm a grown ass woman Eric and I am not with you! So that means I get to fuck who ever I want to fuck!"

"Excuse me?" a guard approached us "is there a problem?"

"Come on man. It's not worth it," said Ren.

"He's so fucking jealous," she spat.

I felt my pager vibrate and it's from Scooter. He says it's urgent so I found the closest payphone and called him back.

"Speak," I said.

"Casual it's Scooter. Listen-"

"I know. Something came up. You're in the middle of some shit and you want me to come by and bring a strap. I know."

"Yeah. That's correct. Come by as soon as possible."

"I'll be through there."

"But you still on the phone," he laughed "put some pep in yo step."

"Aye relax. I'm heading there now...damn."

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3500 words because I usually don't update on the weekend.

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