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second picture for a few minutes and they decided that he could keep it.  Chelle walked back to the booth and poured herself another glass of Moet, Chip stayed on the floor.  As she was sipping her drink, she looked over the crowd and saw him talking to the same female that had just walked by.  Chelle noticed herself getting sort of jealous, but she kept her composure.  The girl he was talking to was straight, she had on a black dress with long flowing sleeves, a big gold medallion necklace and some gold hoop earrings, her boots were black with gold buckles going down the side.  The chick was dark brown skinned, probably about 5’ 2” with a cute bob hair cut.  Although she was no competition compared to Chelle, she was straight with a nice shape so, she sort of intimidated Chelle.  Chip and the chick continued to talk, flirting and smiling at each other.  She even grabbed the picture that he had in his hand and looked at it, once she studied the picture she handed it back to him and made a brief statement and walked off.  Chip shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and kept partying disappointed that the girl even wanted to be that nosey and see who he took a picture with.  Shortly after, he walked over to his booth to put the picture down wishing he had done so right after he took it.  Chelle left her booth and went over to his, she decided not to mention the chick although it bothered her, and she felt like she would find out soon enough.  She asked him for a kiss, they gave each other a long pop kiss.  When she turned around the chick was standing at the entrance to the booth staring at them with a shocked look on her face.  This gave Chelle the opportunity to question who the chick was.  “Hey how are you?” Chelle said to the girl and then turned back to him, “Who is she?”  She asked in a confused manner.  “This chick I know” he said nonchalantly.  “Oh, well I will let y’all talk; you know where I will be.”  Chelle said with a smart tone, she smirked at the chick glad that they were kissing when she walked up.  “Bye girl” Chelle said sarcastically to the girl as she left the booth.  “Oh so that’s the girlfriend!?”  The girl asked him shoving him which forced him to sit down.  “Man I’m grown, I don’t have a girlfriend and I don’t have to answer to nobody but God, why are you so worried anyway?”  He said to the girl aggravated and mad that he got caught.  “You are such a fucking looser!”  The girl spat back angry as ever.  “Alright, you can leave my booth now.”  He said as pointed in the direction away from himself.  “I don’t need your help, I can walk and don’t call me tonight, don’t call me anymore.”  “Whatever.”  He said glad to get rid of her.  Okay, that wasn’t the baby mama I know what she looks like; that wasn’t Kiki she’s light skinned, hmm maybe he got a Atlanta babe, ugh I hope the hell not.  Damn, who is she?  Chelle thought to herself while guzzling her fourth glass of Moet.  When the girl walked pass the booth she gave Chelle a look that non-physically pierced her flesh, Chelle gave her a smirk as to say ah-ha, she then chuckled and sat her glass down on the table.  A few minutes passed and Chip sent Chelle a text message that read: I apologize for that psycho chick, come back over here.   Chelle rolled her eyes to the top of her head and shook her head.  She leaned over the rail on her booth and looked over at his booth, he was looking so she shook her head no and gestured him to come to her booth.  He nodded in agreement and bullshitted around for a few minutes while trying to come up with an excuse that would win Chelle over.  She laughed to herself and thought look at him over there trying to stall and come up with a good lie.  A few minutes later, he strolled over to the booth looking concerned, confused, apologetic and nervous all at the same time.  “Hey babe what’s up?”  Chelle asked him in