2. Who Am I Working For?

5. Looking For It

A/N: I'm going to write this chapter in a third person narrative so it'll give some more suspense and a clearer vision.

Jasmine giggled as she ran her hands alongside her small body while whining her hips to the rhythm of the music thumping on the stage. She was on a cloud that she felt she couldn't be pulled away from. She tapped her foot against the stage as she continued to wind her hips while slowly twisting her body around in a circle while whipping her hair around.

"Them niggas gettin it in down there." Chris spoke into the mic from upstage while laughing.

He was watching Jasmine and the rest of the dancers dance to whatever music the DJ was playing. He held the mic close to his chest as his eyes stayed on Jasmine and her raunchy dancing. It wasn't Jasmine who was turning him on. It was her movements. Trey followed Chris's eyes before hitting him in the chest with the back of his hand. Chris turned his head to look at him.

"What?" Chris asked as his eyebrows furrowed together.

"Don't play dumb. I see the way you're looking at little Jas. Remember that's Aug's girl." Trey said while shaking his head.

"Whatever." He chuckled and shook his head. "I wasn't even looking at her. Just look at how she's dancing. Enough to make any nigga want her."

Trey nodded his head in agreement. "I mean, I guess but still." He paused while stroking his minor chin hairs. "Do you know if she's okay? This isn't normal."

Chris shook his head once again. "Nah. I was wondering the same but-" Chris shrugged his shoulders,"- it isn't our place to see."

Meanwhile, the fans noticed something odd about Jasmine as well. They weren't used to her behaving like this which is why they took their opinions to social media alongside a few pictures and videos.

August was in the studio, creating some new heat for the radio airwaves but he was interrupted with the constant dinging of his cellular device. It agitated him as he roughly snatched up his phone from the soundboard, tapping in his passcode, thousands of Twitter notifications started flying in after he'd unlocked his phone. His eyebrows pushed together in an instant at the sight of his girlfriend being insulted and at the videos of her interacting in sexual dances. His hand slowly rose to his mouth as it hung slightly agape. He couldn't believe what he was watching. Above all, he was embarrassed. Embarrassed because he knew he'd be questioned by interviewers. Embarrassed because he'd have to encounter and see every negative comment about the love of his life. He just wasn't prepared for what was to come.

Jasmine walked down the backstage hall as she fumbled with the phone in her hand. "Oh my gosh." She grumbled after she nearly dropped her cellular device. She contemplated on calling August since it'd been a couple of days since they've spoke. She felt extremely guilty for not accepting his gift but she's a girl. She doesn't want a bunch of cars. She would've accepted anything he'd gotten her but a car?

She was snatched away from her mild daze at the ringing of her phone. She lifted the phone close to her face so she could read the caller ID. Her face lost all of its color after she'd read over the thin white words on her screen. She instantly hit the red telephone then pushed the phone down into her back pocket. As she stood in the middle of the hall, her eyes wandered between the thin walls. Her mind was moving rapidly and she couldn't understand why but her body knew. It was the drugs in her system. They were poison to the human body. They're not supposed to be there. They're harmful yet people run to them for closure. Your closure only lasts for that time of your high but when that high is over you're back to your problems.

Jasmine moaned in agony as her hand came in contact with forehead. She felt woozy and sick. Her body wasn't use to these chemicals. Luckily, Chris just so happened to be walking down the halls. He noticed Jasmine leaning against the wall as he pushed his eyebrows together in confusion. "Jasmine?" He called out. She opened her closed eyes to land her eyesight upon the wall then she moved it to Chris.

"What?" She asked while scrunching up her face.

"Do you need help?" He asked.

She shook her head before pushing herself off the wall with her shoulder and hand. She slowly made her way down the hall toward her dressing room. She stood in front of her mirror while pushing her hair out of her face. A sigh left her lips at the sight of herself. She looked out of it. Her makeup had smeared and her eyes were ruby red. Her phone vibrated in her back pocket as she reached down to grab it. She rolled her eyes then gasped after she'd read the caller ID.

August.

She slid the green phone before placing the phone to her ear. "...Hello?"

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DUN DUN DUNN. Probably wasn't my best chapter but I wanted to give you a visual of how the drugs will affect her.

Do you guys like how this chapter was written? I'm experimenting with my writing abilities.

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