as much as Chris was nice and respectful on screen, he was really a rude, ignorant bitch. you can’t believe you dated that piece of garbage.

he’d been growing in the rap industry as of late, and you were so proud of your boyfriend. you thought you’d get married in the future, have three little kids and live happily. you were wrong. he was going on tour for his new album, telling you it was “safer” to stay home than to go with him.

but, while he was somewhere in Florida, there were so many pictures circulating of Chris leaving a bar with another girl—and not just that, brought her back to the hotel he was staying at. that bitch!

the breakup was messy, and the aftermath was worse.

Chris got home, instantly wrote a song about you and how terrible you were. in a summary, he called you a bitch, a whore, and some manipulator who used him to get what you wanted. you didn’t even know about it until your comments on instagram, TikTok, and basically everything were asking if you’d heard Chris’s new song.

all you saw was red as you left your house, driving in a rage over to his apartment. his fist hit the door harder than expected, and when the door was opened, you were greeting with a shirtless, half asleep, (probably high) Chris.

“oh, hey ma,” Chris laughed, a stupidly smug smirk on his stupidly hot face. this is exactly what he wanted. “y’need somethin’? was kinda busy.”