Diamond's POV:
Now you know I had to call in the forces as soon as August proposed. I called up Karrueche, Zendaya, and Serayah. We met at Joan Pillow Atlanta and picked a Stunning Vera Wang Hilary Chantilly Lace Wedding Dress after a total of 6 hours.
"So when did you set the date for?" Karrueche asked, handing me my purse. When we were outside, I answered.
"September first." I replied as we walked across the street to Starbucks.
I ordered a S'mores frappe and went to get our table.
Once we all settled, Zendaya dropped the bomb.
"I'm dating Trevor."
"Trevor, who?" Karrueche and I asked at the same time.
Zendaya sipped her Caramel Mocha and smiled.
"Jackson." She finally said and I almost fell out of my chair.
Those two had been flirting for years and never got the courage to make it official.
"Girl! Finally!" Serayah laughed.
Brittany's POV:
I walked into my house.
I was coming from finding my dress with Traci.
She stayed behind to watch over the four hundred grand attire.
"Prada?!" I yelled, because she's usually at the door.
I looked in the kitchen and livingroom.
"Prada!!!"
She can't be upstairs, I said to myself, because she is too scared to go up there alone.
I went upstairs anyways.
As I walked into my room, I jumped. On the bed was Prada...AND CHRIS!
"Oh! Hey." I said
"Wassup."
"What're you doing here? How'd you get in?"
"Im here to talk and Paulo let me in the gate and gave me a key."
Paulo is apart of my security and gate-keeping team.
"He gave you a key?"
Chris nodded and laid back onto my bed.
"Chris, we have nothing to talk about. You told me not to fuck with you. Remember?"
I walked into my restroom and closed the door.
Once I used the restroom and took off my makeup, I walked out.
When I noticed Chris wasn't anywhere in my room, I called out his name.
"Chris?"
No answer.
I went into my closet and put on my white Adidas joggers and sportsbra.
I put on my white and black Roshes, and made my way downstairs for my daily walk. Chris could join if he liked...I didn't really care.
He was sitting on my kitchen counter.
"Really, Chris?" I frowned.
Prada barked at him.
She never barks at daddy! Why is she barking?
He got up and then I saw the shiny knife on the counter. He had a black object in his hand.
He started towards me and I noticed it was a gun.
"Chris?" I started to back away.
"Why, Brittany? Why?"
"Chris it was an accident! We were both drunk!"
I continued backing up.
"Yea...right."
"Wait! What about Royalty! Huh?" I threw out.
"Don't yo dirty ass bring up my daughter!!" He raised the gun and pointed at me.
I backed into the wall behind me.
Shit!!
He pointed it at my head.
Show him no fear!
You are not Rihanna!
Beat his ass.
No run! 'Cause he has a gun, girl, run!
I kneed him in his balls, then one blow to the face.
I took off for the door.
I immediately noticed the locks were reversed.
I heard his footsteps.
"Brittany! Don't run from it!" He laughed as if he were Freddy Krueger.
I ran upstairs.
In the guest closet, I hid and went through the emergency door leading to the basement.
Once I got to the basement, I heard him coming through the emergency door.
I went up the stairs, back into the kitchen.
There he was.
What the fuck is he?
A fucking road runner?
Tall ass ghost!
"Aw, mommy, it's over for you." He smiled a creepy one. He held the gun up and I ran for the back door.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
I landed on my stomach. I felt blood easing out of my body and my pulse slowed down. I tried to catch air. Tried to breath.
I felt him standing over me. Then POP!
All I saw was white.
I was dead.
Camilla's POV:
It's been weeks since I walked out on Trey. He's been calling and texting non-stop. He sends flowers every Monday like usual.
I decided I'd ease up on him. Of all things, I AM pregnant! Who needs all this stress.
We planned a pizza date, so tonight is the night we reunite.
I slipped on my red James Harden jersey dress and my red Timberlands.
I placed my curly hair in a sexy bun and slapped on a gold watch. As earrings go, I placed in some four karat gold studs.
My makeup was slayed my bestfriend/makeup artist, Brea.
"Perfect." Is what she replied when I asked ger how I looked.
But who's trying to impress.
Diamond's POV:
Zendaya, Karrueche, Serayah, and I hit up club ONYX around nine. It was packed. I saw alot of sexy people, including my man and Chris.
They fake as fuck!
How August fuck your bitch, Chris, and you still cool with him?
I walked into V.I.P and bent down to Aug.
I felt air coming into my cocaine white slim-fitting Alexander Wang two-piece.
"Hey, baby." I smiled.
He smiled back, glad to see me.
Zendaya had spotted Trevor and Karrueche was already drooling over Chris.
Where's Brittany?
I surprised myself by caring.
I texted her phone. Six minutes later no answer.
I tapped Aug on the shoulder.
"Wassup?" He sipped his Amaretto CÎROC.
"Can you call Brittany?"
He almost spilled his drink.
"Wait! You want meh to call ole chick? Why?"
"Just do it!" I demanded and he pulled out his phone and dialee her number.
Camilla's POV:
As we ate pizza, I noticed he looked brighter. I'd never seen him look so adolescent before.
"So...how's it going with the album?" I sipped my Sprite. He looked away.
Oh my god! That's why he's been so aggrivated and angry! So it's not that I'm pregnant?
He cleared his throat.
"My creative writing is going down hill, Milla." He devoured his last bite of pepperoni bologna pizza.
Diamond's POV:
So when neither Aug or sex-infused Chris got in touch with my ex-arch nemesis, we all hopped in a car to her house.
I knocked twice and notice the door was open.
As we walked into the house, a strange metal odor hit my nostrils.
Oh No!
Don't let it be!
We made our way to her kitchen and turned on the lights. She was sprawled on her stomach, blood everywhere.
I suddenly felt a flood of tears run down my face.
She was murdered!
Who would do this?
I noticed Aug was on the phone, giving police her address and her physical state.
I pulled out my phone and called Camilla.
Camilla's POV:
"So..you're saying your album's not ready?"
"Yea. Deadline is next week. I need fifteen songs. All I have is seven."
I smiled.
He looked at me sideways.
"Oh, no!" He smiled.
"Oh, yes!" I replied.
"You can't even write music!"
"But I can motivate and inspire the songwriter." I grabbed his hand.
Just then, my phone rang.
It was Diamond.
I gave Trey the 'forgive me?' look and took the call.
"Wassup girl?"
"Brittany's dead!"