F.A.M.E (book 1 & 2)

43

ADONIS
(Valentine's Day)

Neema was mad at me and she had been since the day started. Apparently it was now a crime for me not to post her on Instagram for Valentine's Day. However, I struggled to understand why she felt like I had to do anything when we technically weren't in a relationship.

She was also mad at the fact that I dropped music that she didn't like, this morning. It was a small collection of six songs which I chose to drop as I thought it would be ironic to release them today. The body of work narrated the stages of a breakup. Ultimately, Neema's argument was that I shouldn't be putting out music like that if I wasn't currently going through a breakup. She also felt a type of way about one particular song in the collection, because apparently it was clear I wrote it about my ex; but my thing was, all my music was inspired by something or someone; as long as it wasn't disrespectful to anyone, I didn't see why it was such a big deal.

She gave me hell in the morning, then she proceeded to give me hell in the afternoon. It was finally evening and it was time for us to enjoy the reservations I'd made for this evening, but I honestly couldn't be more emotionally detached from her tonight, especially as she refused to go. This would make the second shit Valentines' days in two consecutive years, and honestly, I couldn't see myself celebrating next year.

I couldn't even lie to myself - I was irritated beyond measure. Not only were the dinner reservations expensive, but the hotel and the gifts I bought were just as pricey; it didn't matter how rich I was or how quickly I could make all that money back, I was extremely annoyed by all the money going down the drain. And all for what? Six songs and a non existent Instagram post?

Kissing my teeth, I trudged into my kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. As I sipped from the glass, some of the water trickled onto my bare chest, which earned another kiss of the teeth from me. I was halfway dressed when Neema told me she wasn't going anywhere, which was exactly why she was still lying in my bed, and I was walking about in my black trousers and loafer socks.

I decided it was best for me remove myself from her presence and stay downstairs because if I went into that room with her... big argument. I just knew we'd have a nasty exchange of words and I just couldn't be asked to put myself through that.

On a more positive note, last week Charlotte let me know she'd convinced Hazel to unblock me on socials. It felt a bit crap to know it took as much convincing as it did, especially since Hazel wasn't someone I had ever really been particularly disrespectful to.

I told myself I wouldn't go on her page; It was a matter of pride. But no matter how hard I fought myself not to check her page, I found myself drinking in her beauty through her Instagram, more often than not. I couldn't believe a year ago today she broke things off with me just as I thought we were fixing things. I guess Valentine's just wasn't my holiday.

She hadn't posted anything on her story nor her page today which made me curious as to how she was spending it. As much as I didn't have the right, I sincerely hoped she was celebrating with her girls rather than with another guy. That shit would be hard for me to see; that was precisely why I didn't want to post anything on my story. I knew the blogs would repost it and I didn't really didn't want Hazel seeing shit, even if she didn't particularly care.

I wasn't necessarily tired, but I decided it would be best for me to grab myself a spare blanket and pillow so I could set up the sofa for tonight. I could have used one of the spare rooms, but I knew I'd probably pop into the in-house studio and work on some of the songs I'd been recording. What else was there to do tonight?

With each step I took on the stairs, I prepared myself for the complaining that Neema was bound to start once she saw me. I was probably on course to getting a headache, so I just prayed Neema wouldn't fully take me there.