Inside Out

18.

One Month Later

Toosii's POV
It's the weekend; Friday to be exact. I have a show tonight at the arena and I'm currently doing rehearsals and mic check.

My thoughts are scattered and I think Jordan is the cause. She has a date tonight.

I know we are just fuck buddies or whatever. I know we're just friends but the fact that the date bothers me is what troubles me.

I shouldn't care. But I do.

I even did a street check on dude. Came up clean.

He a good dude and I know I should be happy for Jordan, which I kinda am. But I can't shake the fact that she might actually like him enough to date him. I'd lose her. Sorta.

It's been a week now since we last fucked and that's because she was focused on her final exams for this semester.

She has completed them and is currently on Winter break. She's spending Christmas here, so I know I'll get to have that time with her.

I have two out of state shows this month , I'm hoping she'd like to come with me.

"Dancers are here.", I heard the event coordinator shout breaking me from my thoughts.

I stood up from my seat in the far left corner and my way over to them.

We got introductions out of the way and I watched them go through the steps.

I wasn't dancing but I still needed to know the cues so we wouldn't be bumping into each other on stage.

I don't normally use dancers but this is new for me. Jordan says I should try to embrace change.

Five minutes into the choreography we were greeted by shoes creaking against the stage floors. "Sorry I'm late y'all.", a girly voice stated out of breath. "Traffic was a bitch,", she continued straightening up.

"Daija. I thought you weren't coming in today.", Shonda the group leader asked the female who just came.

"I wasn't. But I finished my exams in time. So why not.", she shrugged.

"Ok. Well. This is the artiste we're working with today.", Shonda stated motioning towards me as Daija's eyes followed.

She gave a curt, polite nod then introduced herself.

"Daija Cooper.", she stated.
Her perfectly manicured hand stretching forward to greet me. Damn her hands were soft. I thought to myself as I firmly shook her delicate hand.

She got a firm grip. Confident I like that.

My mind wandered off of Jordan for a second as I put my focus into rehearsal. I'll think about calling Jordan later.

Jordan's POV
"Kennedy. I literally have nothing to wear.", I said as I took my last dress out of the small closest.

"Yes. You do.", Kennedy stated rolling her eyes as she stood from my bed. I watched as she rummaged through my clothes pulling out dress after dress from the small heap on my bed.

"Then why can't I find something to wear?", I whined obnoxiously, to which she gave me a look.

"Because you don't want to go,", Kennedy said bluntly pulling out a turquoise blazer inspecting it. "This cute.", she said throwing it over her shoulder. That belonged to her now.

I snickered knowing her all too well.

"Why did you agree to attend in the first place?", Kennedy asked throwing a white chiffon romper at me.