"What's understood..don't gotta be explained. You know as well as I do, that you belong with me. Ain't no two ways about it." His eyes never left mine as he spoke, they only seemed to bore deeper into them.
I was fidgeting in my seat, wishing desper...
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"You know that I'm crazy, I need my meds, lil' bitch I can't get you outta my damn head"
There he was, just as fine as ever.
His candy apple red locs hung low in his face, obscuring his eyes. Even though I couldn't quite see them, I knew he was watching me. The moment I stepped into the room, I felt his stare like a heatwave, straight through me.
My heart pounded in my chest, but I purposely avoided his gaze. I wasn't about to lose my cool tonight, not with him so close.
I tried to keep up with the conversation, but it was a lost cause. Trippie fucking Redd was less than ten feet away, and I couldn't focus on much else.
"Waddup y'all. I got some girls I want y'all to meet," Jarad said, dapping up X and Ski.
I didn't need to look at Koryn to know she was cheesin' hard. The way she squeezed my hand was enough to tell me she was fangirling, or damn near close to it.
"This is Koryn and Jade. They real sisters," Jarad chuckled.
I laughed softly, managing a small smile.
"Nice to finally meet y'all in person. I love your music," Koryn gushed, her eyes locked on X the whole time.
"Appreciate that love. You can call me Jahseh," X said, kissing her hand with a smile.
"And I'm Stokely, don't matter which name you call me," Ski added.
We both nodded, almost in sync. "Sit wherever you want; my lap's free too," Jahseh said with a playful wink and a grin.
Koryn didn't hesitate, more than happy to make a chair out of him.
Deciding to sit at the far left, I zoned out from the conversation. Trippie was in the same room as me, and I could barely wrap my head around it. How the hell was I gonna talk to him? And what would I even say?
I was sweating bullets just being in the same vicinity as him. If he actually spoke to me, I might just drop dead.
But nah, fuck that. Whatever happens, I can handle it. I look too damn good to be sweatin' over any nigga—celebrity or not.
I pulled my phone from my purse, checking to make sure my makeup was still on point. I smoothed out my lipstick with my pinky, then put the phone back in my bag. When I looked up, our eyes finally met.
He had the prettiest eyes.
Despite their sweetness, there was a tempting darkness lurking in their depths. We locked eyes for what felt like hours, but it was only a minute. The whole room seemed to fade away in that short time, like it was just him and me.
