Week Eight - Points of View

Week Eight – Point of View

POV 1

I was a little late to get to the club that night, cause I had to get my hair done, but I came flossing on in right at around 11:30. I was just a little bit late, but I know people expect me to be fashionably late. They think it's cute. Anyway, I walked in and there Patrick was, giving some chick with long extensions “the eye”. Smiling at her like a fool. She had on a dress that was too damn tight and her boobs look like they woulda popped out if you hugged her too hard. I thought to myself, “Oh, no, he didn't!” I stood there for a second, with my hands on my hips and let him notice me noticing him. Finally, he saw me and wiped the Casanova playboy look off his face. He smiled at me and started walking over to where I had just come in by the bar. Before he got to me, though, little Miss Fake Hair sashays on up and gives him a piece of paper and whispers something in his ear and walks off. By that point, I was hot! I stood there looking at him in shock. Was he kidding? He put the piece of paper in his pocket and walked up to me, kissing me on my cheek, talking bout, “hey, baby”. I told him “I got yo' 'hey baby'!” and slapped the taste out of his mouth!

POV 2

It was 11:45 and I was getting pretty pissed cause Chantal wasn't there yet. We were supposed to be meeting at 11:00, but as usual, she was late. She pisses me off with that shit. If she is ever on time for any-damn-thing I will give her the keys to my car. So, some little honey had been checking me out, but you know, I'm with Chantal, so I wasn't getting down like that with nobody else. I mean, ole girl was hot like fire, too! She had told me she was part Indian, and she had a head full of thick black hair that looked like it was all hers. The dress she had on was hugging her curves in all the right places and the ladies was sittin' at attention quite nicely up top, if you know what I mean. She had already tried to spit game at me, but I wasn't even trippin' with her. She wasn't giving up though, so I was still kind of admiring her persistence, from afar. That's when I looked over and spotted Chantal in her “warrior stance”. I knew she was about to act a fool, so I smiled and started walking over to her. Before I knew it, Indian girl had come up to me and put her digits in my hand and told me to call her. I thought to myself “is she kidding?” Like I said, I had already told her I was with somebody, but I didn't wanna create no drama with Chantal, so I just smiled, put the phone number in my pocket and laughed it off. I walked over to Chantal and gave her my usual, sweet “hey, baby”. You know what she did? She said “I got yo' hey baby!” and slapped me, right there in the club. I knew she was gone start trippin!