SELFISH •L.B•

65

Nobody

"Alright Melo, I'll see you in Vegas."

He and Pj were the last two left in the garage after practice. Everyone else had already gone their separate ways.

Melo- See you gang.

With that, both of them pulled off, leaving the garage. As Melo drove he noticed someone walking on the sidewalk. A girl. A girl he knew very well. So he slowed down to catch up to her.

Melo- Get in..

Mari on the other hand, just about jumped. Every part of her was telling her to run.

Mariah- Said every kidnapper ever. Hell no.

Melo- I don't have time for you to act like this. I have a flight to catch.

The situation did look quite weird, an expensive flashy car just following a woman minding her business. A stranger would think she's getting taken and sex trafficked.

Mariah- Then go catch your flight bitch. No one told you to be here!

Melo- What'd I tell you about that word? Don't make me get out this car and fight you.

Mariah- Do you just not care about your reputation? Like..at all? Cause threatening to hit me in public again is crazy.

There was no way he was this deranged. She couldn't believe this was the same guy who started crying when SHE was in the hospital.

Melo- No not really. All my secrets are out in the open. The world knows I hit you now, so what's there to care about?

She scoffed, shaking her head. Does he hear what he's saying?

Mariah- Does the world know you stabbed me and carved your initials on my skin? Do they know you threaten to kill me on a daily basis?

Inside his car, LaMelo groaned and rolled his eyes. This was the last thing he needed.

Melo- See now you're just being dramatic. I didn't even stab you. It was a minor cut.

Mariah- Whatever you say, LaBuser.

Out of all the names she'd called him, he thought that was the funniest.

Melo- Come with me to Vegas.

Mari stopped in her tracks. She could see her car a couple feet away, but she wouldn't make it obvious because he might try and follow her. The last thing she needed was him knowing where she stayed.

Mariah- Why?

Melo- So I can show you how much I've changed so far, and we can let people know there's no bad blood between us.

Mariah- You literally just threatened to fight me. Plus, my therapist says I'm not supposed to take anymore trips.

Everything she'd just told him, flew right over his head and he focused on one thing.

Melo- Why the fuck do you have a therapist?

Mariah- Because you've traumatized me.

Pulling out her phone, Mari scrolled towards Diane's contact name. She needed her when it came to decisions like this.

Melo- Dramatic. Now are you coming or not?

Mariah- Hold on nigga, damn.

Clicking on Diane's contact name, she put the phone up to her ear and listened to it ring. Rolling his eyes again, Melo pulled out his own phone and scrolled through Instagram.

Diane- Is there something wrong Mariah? You  never call me.

Mariah- Yes, I have to make an impulse decision, and you know I can't be trusted when it comes to these so I need your help.

Diane- Okay, what's the decision?

Mariah- He's asking me to go with him to Vegas, says he wants to show me how much he's changed or whatever.

Diane- I see..and do you think he's changed?

Mariah- No, he threatened to fight me if I didn't get in his car like five minutes ago.

Diane- I think you should go. Face your fears. What's the worst that can happen?

Mari scrunched her face up. Telling her to go was the last thing she expected to hear from Diane. She called her hoping she'd say no.

Mariah- Uhh he kills me? Do you not know how mentally deranged this man is?

Diane- You're clearly important to him. Why would he kill you?

Mariah- Why? What do you mean why? HE'S ABSOLUTELY CRAZY!

She made sure to say it loud enough so that LaMelo could hear her, which he did. So he flipped her off and she returned the favor.

Diane- Well..so are you. Both of your craziness balances each other out. Which is why I know you'll be fine. If he manages to get through the Summer League without putting his hands on you, then he's changed.

Mariah- You know..I just want you to know that you are nothing like the therapists in the movies. They have good advice, and you just send me off to most likely die.

Diane- You'll be fine, Mariah. Stop overreacting.

Mariah- I'm getting a new therapist.

Diane- I'll see you in a couple weeks.

She then hung the phone up, making Mariah let out a loud groan of annoyance.

Melo- So are you coming with me or not?

Mariah- Fine, but I'm driving on my own. I'll meet you at your little airstrip. Text me the address.

Melo- I'm leaving in an hour. So be there.

a/n
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