What's up, folks?! I hope you guys are doing well because this Corona is making many people panic!

Anyway....WOAH! JUST WOAH....am I right? Wasn't that insane?

Rena's such a good cousin for letting Jessica stay with her but do you think Jessica can be a bit pushy too?

What about Rena not wanting Raina to go to a party? Does she need a life or is it something that you think people usually go through? A sign of growing up?

Jana should have never left Carmon and Rena alone in the house. Do you think so?

Now, what about that sex scene? 😂
That's all I'm asking.

Well, we are back with another chapter for Screw Me Over! It's Tiffany's turn to strut on these females because it's charity ball time!!!

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story! Please!

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫
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After our New Years party, my drinking days were practically over. Somehow, I woke up in the bathtub with a popular saxophone player the next morning. Although he looked magnificent, I am proud to say that my dress was still on and the tub was dry. The cocktail dress I was wearing was horrendously expensive and, with the money I make, I couldn't afford another one.

Once my small situation was clear, Jana and Jessica got together with me to find Carmon and Rena. I expected for Carmon to leave the party with a rather mysterious man again. Rena, on the other hand, was around the house somewhere. My main concern was Rena because she barely leaves the house.

Jessica went in the closet to put the chairs away and found the two missing party hosts in there. To be honest, I wasn't surprised that Carmon was in there. There was no doubt in my mind that she would be in there hooked up to someone.

However, I was surprised that it was Rena who was shacked up with my whore of a sister. Then again, maybe I shouldn't have been so surprised. Rena's pretty easy to persuade. All in all, what a bunch of whores.

Although I felt bad because Rena had fallen into the other girls' antics, it didn't faze me any. I was the only one that was strong enough to withstand the peer pressure thrown at me. Well...maybe not so much with the drinks. Even with drinks in me, I still withstood anything else that was offered to me. You would never catch me having sex with females, doing drugs, or doing anything idiotic.

Why do people do these things? Because they're desperate and want to entertain themselves. They want to that thrill and are willing to do anything and everything to get it. Go ride a fucking rollercoaster or something.

Either way, it seems like I'm the last one standing out of all of the ladies here. I haven't had sex in so long, haven't done drugs, still in college, making some kind of money, and still look fabulous while doing all of these things. Yes, I guess you could say I landed on top and don't have any plans of falling to the bottom anytime soon.

It was the day of the charity ball and my mind was set on showing that Megan tramp who the real head bitch in charge was. Since I was no longer in the sorority, I was free to do anything that would knock that sorority princess off her pedestal. Embarrassing that wench at this charity ball was low on my list because she could embarrass her own self.

Looking through my overly packed closet, my hands stopped at my pink sequin ruffle ball gown that hadn't been worn since my 16th birthday. The dress flowed down to the floor and had a heart-shaped V-neck. This House of Wu original cost way more than all of our rent put together. As much as Aunt Clara preached how to never wear the same outfits twice, this dress was worth wearing the second time. Maybe I could snag me a good-looking rich gentleman in this dress.

Speaking of gentlemen, I sighed at who was going to this extravagant ball with me. It would have been much easier if I were going by myself. He'd make me look so bad with his raggedy clothes. A clean-cut man on my arms for the evening was what I wanted. Take what you can get, I guess.

Throughout the day, I pampered myself by painting my nails, curling my hair, washing my body, and lathering my body with some fresh smelling lotion. Adding makeup on my face was just the finishing touch.

After finding my pink stiletto heels I got for Christmas, I walked into the bathroom and got ready to put my dress on. Most of the things that were given to me for Christmas were bought by me a while back. They were all on layaway and delivered to the house the evening before Christmas.

Did the girls have any idea? No way. What did I look like having these poor unfortunate souls find out about me buying my own Christmas presents? It would look desperate on my part and the last thing we needed was a desperate Tiffany in the house. The word by my name alone made me shiver.

As I lightly tugged onto the shining dress, it was having a hard time coming over my hips for some odd reason. Struggling to shimmy into this beautiful dress, I felt my forehead glisten with beads of sweat. But a lady never sweats. She shines.

Jumping to get this dress on, Carmon comes into the bathroom with her purple dress on that she got for Christmas. Chuckling to myself while out of breath, I hear a "Do you need some help?" come from her lips.

"Does it look like I need help? Actually, don't answer that question," I snapped as she fixed the makeup on her face. Stopping myself from the struggle of putting my dress on, my eyes just watched Carmon gracefully do her makeup. She exhibited style in the most beautiful way.

Wait a minute! Was I really doing this? Come on, Tiff. Pull it together.

Once her eyes landed on my astonished face, I instantly went back to shimmying into my dress. Where was the real Tiffany when I needed her?

She rolled her eyes to me after applying her lipstick and said "You should really learn how to appreciate people more often. Be nice to them. As much as I'd like to tell you to just give up because you're getting fatter, I wouldn't do that to you. You're my sister and that would be rude. However, I will tell you to squeeze and pull. You should be able to get it up there."

My eyes widened in shock of what she just said to me. There was absolutely no way I was gaining weight. My schedule consisted of an exercise class for one hour every day. Not to mention, I've prepped healthy meals for myself throughout the day. I snack on Chobani yogurts for Pete's sake! How the hell was I getting bigger?

"You talk about me getting fatter. At least my chest isn't spewing out from my v-neck," I spoke as my dress finally got up to where I needed it to be. Feeling accomplished, a smile came over my face as I blotted a makeup sponge on my face.

"That's because you have no chest. At least men still want me even when they aren't spewing out from my clothing. Unlike you with your poor attitude. Do you ever sit and think that it's because of your nasty ego that people don't want to be around you?" Carmon argued back as she put her makeup bag away and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

She was one to talk. Once again, the pot was calling the kettle black. She doesn't care about how a man sees her. All that mattered to her was if the man was interested in her or not. There's so much more to us women than just ass and titties. This is why they barely respect us. All because of lousy women like her.

A real man would accept me for who I was and not just because of how I look. Which brings us back to why I topped everyone else in this house. My respect from men was earned from my attitude alone. Not just any man can have my heart and I take pride in being the way I am. A strong woman that refuses to change herself for some temporary dick.

While rolling my eyes at my sister as she walked out of the bathroom, they landed on a dapper fellow sitting on the couch. His crystal-clear pools of blue wandered around our messy apartment. His elegant posture and style made me want to get to know him a little better. He had on this black suit that wrapped around his muscular stature and I was intrigued. His blonde hair and stubble beard made him look even more handsome. After quickly putting on my lipstick, I walked into the living room only to find out that it was just Carmon's date to the ball.

How in the world did Carmon attract these types of guys?

So much for getting what I wanted for a day.

A knock at the front door came to my ear and I went to open it. Once the door opened, it was Bryce and he wore the complete opposite of what I asked. He had on this cheap dark blue suit with a red tie and his hair looked messy again. My heart sank and I grew frustrated. Did he listen to anything that came out of my mouth? Nope.

"What the hell are you doing? You look crazy," I asked as he pulled out a white rose from behind his back. Like that was going to change my mind. It was a fake white rose and he still looked a mess. We couldn't go out to this ball.

"Wow, Tiff. You look amazing-"

"Don't ever call me that! Let's just go," my lips spoke as my hands pushed the pathetic male out of the doorway. Luckily, none of the ladies saw him looking like this.

Once we got to his hoopty of a truck, I sighed to myself. This was my time to have a princess experience and find my Mr. Right at this ball. Walking into the ball with this raggedy dressed man was not going to help my image. Not to mention, first impressions start once you get to the ball. When they see us pull up in this broke down car, there's no telling what they'll think.

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As soon as the valet took the truck, we walked inside the beautiful building. The interior was colored in red and white while chandeliers hang from different parts of the building. A wide and long set of stairs were decorated with lights and red carpet. It was as if were were in a million-dollar mansion.

As Bryce led me into the large dining room, my eyes landed on the she-devil coming my way just to gloat about whatever she had around her arm. Bryce pulled the seat out for me to sit and left to get some drinks as Megan strolled over my way.

"Tiffany, I didn't think that you would be here. Of all people, you were actually invited to this ball. I'm guessing the janitorial staff had no other options," Megan chuckled softly as she hooked her arm around her college football star.

Shaking my head at her comment, my heart dropped. What I couldn't comprehend was how everyone else around me got the man they wanted and I was stuck with nobody? How did Carmon the sex slave get to come with an elegant man wrapped around her arm? Why did Megan the monster get her way and get to come with a fine ass football player?

Here I am stuck with a homeless alley man.

Sighing at the fact, a middle-aged couple came up on the presenting stage and began speaking to get everyone to sit down. They introduced themselves as Mr. and Mrs. Pogue, the owners of a popular oil company, and explained how grateful they were to have us here. They gave us more information on the charity that all of the money from the ball was going to, how special it was to their family because their son was the main drive behind the charity organization. Then they announced that their son was going to sing a song in memory of one of the children he'd met at the organization when he was a child.

Oh, give me a break was all I thought. Where was the live band? The actual popular artists? When were they going to play? This was supposed to a sophisticated ball with the hundreds in attendance and no big artists were going to be there.

Rolling my eyes as the lights dimmed, my ears heard the Pogues introduce Bryce to the stage as their son and my mouth dropped. I was in such a state of shock.

How was someone like him related to the Pogue family? He didn't dress like them or act like them in anyway. He was different from them, born a different breed, and cut from a different cloth. Was that the reason why everyone watched him play at the café? What about when he paid for all of those drinks? Why he looked so extravagant when I first met him?

This blew my mind.

As he took his place on the stage, his long skinny fingers strummed a tune that I heard before once in my life. He rocked and nodded to the melancholy tune while out of his lips came the words of an old song my papa used to sing to me as a child:

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly...

with his song.

Roberta Flack. It's been my favorite song since my papa first sang it to me when I was three years old. I could hear my mom giving him warning after warning to stop singing the precious song to me. Since it talked about killing and boys, she didn't want Carmon and I listening to it. He secretly sang it to me as I went to bed every night.

Bryce's heavenly voice flowed through the room like waves of an ocean and made love to my ears. Each and every word, no...note, caressed my ears with so much care. I instantly fell in love. His seafoam green eyes deeply watched me as a smile formed across his face. The infectious smile led my face to form a tight smile as well. His tone of voice sounded just like my papa.

Suddenly, everything changed. The realization of my papa being six feet under the earthly soil made my heart hurt. The song made me feel no better after that. Tears began to fall from my eyes as Bryce gave me a look of confusion. I couldn't stick around and have him watch me cry to the now heartbreaking song.

Standing up from the table slowly, I walked out of the dining area and shot a text to the only person that would be able to help me in a moment like this.

Me: Rena, please come and pick me up from this ball. I want to go home.

Rena (like two seconds later because she has no life): Tiffany, why would you want to leave a special ball like that? What happened? Did he try to hurt you again?

You might as well say he did after his harmonious vocals broke my heart. They took me back to, what was once a beautiful one, a dark time. One of the reasons why the song was banned at Aunt Clara's house.

Me: No, he didn't. I just need to go home. Please take me home.

Tears continued to fall from my eyes and land on the screen of my phone as I sobbed loudly to myself. There was no one else outside besides the valet guy and I. Pacing around and trying to calm myself down, I patiently waited for Rena's reply. Eventually, it began to pour down raining and I was drenched. My hair ruined and my makeup messed up. At that point, I didn't even care.

Unexpectedly, Bryce ran outside and found me pacing around. He wrapped his arms around me and his embrace made me sob even louder. Ugh, this was a terrible look for me.

"What happened? Are you okay? Why'd you leave? Your makeup is ruining," he said as he held my face and wiped the mascara that was slowing coming down my cheeks. His body eventually became drenched as we stood out in the rain with no worries.

"I'm fine. Just a minor setback. You go ahead and go back in to play. I'm going home," I said as my hands pushed him away softly. I was broken down and didn't want any pity or sympathy from anyone out here. It would make my image look worse.

"Tiffany, I want to know what is wrong with you. It was the song, wasn't it?" he asked as he took me under an awning that kept us from getting anymore drenched.

I nodded slowly and sniffled while saying "The last time I heard that song was when my papa sang it at a...oh my..."

It all came back to me. The last time my papa sang that song was when I was ten years old. Carmon was 15. We went to a small benefit conference to help with Papa's work. He worked as a charity administrator and helped create the Future of the World charity organization. He would sing for many children around the nation and this time, he was back at his home office.

He gathered a group of about 10 children, including me, and just began singing the song. Carmon went off to help Mama with something. As he sang the song, there was a boy that sat beside me who had green eyes and long dark brown hair. People mistook him as a girl, but Papa knew better. It seemed as if he connected with Papa better than any other kid did.

That was the last time I got to here my Papa sing at all.

As soon as the flashback in my mind ended, Rena pulled up in her car and honked for me to get inside. Letting go of the confused guy, I looked to him and said "I'm sorry, but I have to go."

I entered the car and watched Bryce stand there as we drove off. I didn't want to leave him like that, but it was such a sensitive subject. He already saw me at my worst. He didn't need to see more.