Two weeks later after an another petty ass fight and I didn't care. That fight that happened between me and Jermaine was due to happen. It had been awhile Aubrey was ready to go ..me and mia rode in the truck with him and his two boys to the secluded studio about 20 mins from the office. Mia talked my head off about her current family issues...all I heard coming out her mouth was 'this time on Jerry Springer...Kinky mom loves sex with daughter's boyfriend'. I was always the listener but not today. I was tired from working here, school, and dancing of course. I missed my best friend . I said alot of shit that shouldn't been said...but my pride had me full. We pulled up to the building.
Des: we're here Mia.
Mia: * with an attitude* You didn't even listen...
Des: I did *both getting out the truck*
Mia: Well, What should I do?
Des: If a man can fuck your mom...you need to leave him alone...or kill him.
Mia: but I love him, he's not the issue...My mom is, shit...
Des: are you on drugs? girl just don't talk to me
Mia was still talking as we walked in...
Drake: damn mia shut the hell up, you haven't stopped talking since we got in the damn truck.
Mia: I forgot your God & gave me my damn mouth.
Drake: you forgot im your boss & can send you to the unemployment line..Im about to work yo ass Mia... Come clean organization these contacts and emails
*Mia rolled her eyes as I giggled*
Des, just send these files and samples over to the label...I got a couple papers for you to send over also.
Des: okay *I picked up the papers and laptop* use the office?
Drake: yes Destiny, your such a good girl...I swear Im about to sell Mia ass
des: I try *I giggled*
I walked in the hallway knowing Mia would continue talking shit to the boss man. Then I heard my phone ring, It was donte. I pulled my phone out my bag.
Des: hey baby
Donte: where you at?
Des: let's try this again...Hey baby,how are you ?
Donte: look I Don't got time for this shit..where the fuck you at?
Des: im at the studio...
Donte : text me the address we gotta talk.
Des: okay, what? Is something wrong?
Donte: just do it *hung up*
I hung up..And threw my phone in my bag. I already had a hand full of stuff walking down the hallway, life full of issues, now a walking problem on his way to my job. I loved Donte but I knew he was gonna be on some bs..maybe just maybe something good would come out of this.
Jermaine POV
Drake called me early this morning talking about hoppin' on some track..I almost told his ass naw, im good but he was my nigga..just because I didn't wanna see des wasn't gonna stop me from supporting him. Cortez kept talking My same facial expression had been on my face since I left des house last night. She was fucking up her life and I no longer gave a fuck.
Cortez: what we doing tonight?
Jer: I ain't doing shit, im at the crib.
Cortez : Nigga, Get out your fucking feelings...You & des gon be good man...
