[Complete] Robyn. : Chris Brown & Rihanna (EDITING: Read at you own risk!)

Keep Focusing.::6

Robyn.

It was my first day of work, and my new boss Roni was showing me around.

"Now Studio 105, is officially yours. I can introduce you to your new dance class. We do a big showcase about every three months, and this hip/hop class will need some of your carribean style".

I smiled "You said 15-20 girls, right?" She shook her hand "Well after their old coach Maria left, a lot of girls left too. It's only between 5-8 left".

I shook my head as we walked into the studio.

All of the girls were sitting on the floor, obviously waiting for an adult. Most of them looked to be about 10, some no older than 13.

"It's all yours now". Roni whispered and walked out.

I walked in front of the girls, and smiled. "Hello girls, My name is Robyn.. And I'm your new coach".

The girls just stared at me blankly, not saying a word. One girl shouted out

"Is you replacing Coach Maria?"

I nodded my head "Yes, and what is your name"?

"My name is Lourdes, is you gone tell us about yourself?"

I could tell this little girl had a slight attitude, but I wasn't the one to be dealing with all that.

"Like I was saying, my name is Robyn. You girls must refer to me as Coach Robyn. I'm new, so obviously I have to learn your girls names, but I will try my hardest to make this the best dance class you've ever been to".

"We suck, we always lose at competitions and our showcases suck. That's why Coach Maria quit" Lourdes said.

I sat in front of the girls "Well unlike Coach Maria, I'm here to stay. Now I will tell you guys my rules, then we can get to know eachother until it's over".

"When class first starts we'll workout, then practice on our new routines. After that, you guys can eat snacks & classes should be done. This will start tomorrow".

All of the girls agreed and we began to tell each other about ourselves.

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2nd week of work

It was 7:00 pm, and I was suppose to leave work 30 minutes ago but Lourdes parents still aren't here.

We were sitting on the stairs outside, because I refused to leave her alone. "Whose picking you up Lourdes?" She shrugged her shoulders "My brother said he was, but he's usually late".

"Where's your mother and father". She put her head in her hands. "I don't know my mother..she died when I was born, but my dad works extra-extra late. I just started seeing my brother again, so he promised to spend time with me by picking up sometimes".

I sort of felt sorry for her, it seemed really sad.

"Your eleven, right?" She nodded her head "I remember when I was your age, I loved dance class too. Your so outspoken Lourdes, I sometimes see myself in you when we're in class".

"Thank you Coach Robyn". As we were finishing our conversation, an all black escalade pulled up. "Oh there's my brother".

"Come on". I grabbed her hand, walking up to the truck. The truck cut off, and I heard footsteps walking towards us. My head was looking at the ground, when I heard familiar voice.

"So you're her new dance coach, Coach Robyn". I lifted my head up, but could barely look him the eyes.

When he saw me, he looked as if he'd seen a ghost. That's how you know he felt guilty. I had no words to say to him, and no emotions to show. "See you tomorrow Lourdes, make sure you practice".

I turned my back towards them, still not believing it. Deandre Jones, better known as Dre. The man I gave my all to, but he treated me like shit.

I never thought I would seem him again, but now I'm apart of his younger sister's life.

I never even knew that he had a sister, he never mentioned his father that much. I had only met his mother, and her family. I couldn't understand how such a sweet little girl, could be related to a bitch ass nigga like him.

I see he had a new truck, probably a new edition to his collection. He could have all the money and bitches in the world, but he'll never find a ride or die like me.

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CHRIS

I was sitting back on the couch, rolling blunts with Michael. "Nigga how things been with Karrueche". I shrugged my shoulders.

"Shit getting better, we working on it. I took her to my anger management session a few weeks back. I also took her to my therapist, we working on it".

He lit one of the blunts, putting it to his lips. " Wait nigga... Ain't Robyn in your anger management meetings or some shit like that... Karrueche know about her?"

I shook my head, "Hell nah, we're working on getting into a good place. Telling her about Robyn well only make shit seem more suspicious".

He shrugged his shoulders "So you just cut shorty off, she too fine for all that. Her and her friend could get it".

I shook my head at that nigga. "I ain't talked to her since the morning after that party. I might call her tonight, or something."

"Well if she don't wanna fuck with your yellow ass, let her know that I'm here". I threw a pillow at his head. "Shut yo Asian ass up, egg-roll head ass".

"Watchu mad for, yo girl got some Asian in her too. And if you ain't fucking with shorty, I'm obviously where she needa be." I shook my head.

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Robyn.

"So I was waiting on the stairs, and he pulls up. Come to find out, her bother is Dre." Mel shook her head.

I didn't want to let him brother me, but he was my first love. He introduced me to real, and what most niggas will do to a good woman.

"Fuck him, he'll get his".

I nodded my head, agreeing with her statement. "Well I get paid tomorrow, and I think Ms.Williams will help us get and apartment".

Mel clapped her hand loudly. "I hope so too, then we could start saving up for a trip back home. I miss the island".

"Me too, nothing like home".

Just then my phone screen lit up, indicating that I had a text message.

Chris: Wassup, long time no talk.

Me: And?.. Who fault is that.

Chris: My bad, my bad... I'm just foucusing on getting my shit together.

Me:Well keep focusing.

He texted back, but I ain't even reply not look at it. I didn't have time to play games with anyone. It was time to focus on Robyn Rihanna Fenty, and better myself as a woman.

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Dre in the MM.

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