Y/n Valentine "Oh I look good! Can we do another one with this look?" I asked the photographer as I looked at the photos for our campaign.
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He nodded and a snapped a few more before waking to change into the outfit for the group shot with Deja and Te'a. I hopped on twitter since we were on intermission and smiled seeing that usher had responded to A's championship interview request.
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I liked his tweet and scrolled a little more before they called time. I walked out seeing them and sighed knowing this could really go one of two ways. "Hey y'all, what's plan?" I asked Troy, the creative director, as I approached. "So we're going to start wii it th the sisters, give us maybe some 1 v1 shots. You know an eras battle if you will. Then we can have your three and Angel, give us some group flicks. Angel should be here shortly, her flight was delayed," he said and on cue she walked in. "I'm here, sorry y'all. Hey y/n/n," she said hugging me. "Hey Reesey. Your room over there we starting in the Nike pro fits," I told her as she nodded and quickly went to change. They started off with solo flicks of Deja, leaving me and Te'a alone. "So we not gone talk this whole time?" She said as I chuckled shaking my head. "Ion got nothing to say to you Te'a," I said as she scoffed. "Maybe apologize for dipping off the face of the earth all this time? What the bell did I do to you y/n?" She asked as I turned to look at her. "Bitch are you serious? You went and gave that damn lady my number knowing I ain't fuck with her, and knowing my reason why," I said as she looked confused. "Y/n what? I ain't never gave nobody your number. What are you talking about?" "So five years ago you ain't give my birth mother my number?" I said now in disbelief. "No! What the hell? I seen her in the grocery store and she asked me to tell you to call her. I thought y'all were somewhat on speaking terms. I never gave that lady your number," she said as I shook my head not believing it. "So she just randomly had my shit and two days later you texted me that?" I said sarcastically and she nodded. "Yes! Shit if that's what this was about you coulda been asked me. Oh wait you probably couldn't, wifey so damn Insecure she probably told you not to talk to me," she joked as I rolled my eyes. "Keep her name out your mouth. Not too much disrespect on that one," I said as she rolled her eyes laughing. "Ain't nobody disrespecting that girl-," "Te'a please stop while you ahead of yourself," I said walking up on her. "Cause I swear to god, the next time you say something about my damn wife, it's gone be me they talking about was wrong for the slap, not will smith," I said as I got close enough for only her to hear me. "Yes! That's the shot," I heard Troy say encore the camera flashed. I froze knowing Thai couldn't be a good look. Te'a smirked before stepping back. "Have fun explaining that to her. With her insecure ass," she mumbled the last part as I reached to smack the shit outta her. Angel stopped me looking lost. "What's good, you straight?" "What was that? Y'all cool now?" She asked as I scoffed rolling my eyes. "Hell naw, bitch had me fucked up," I said as Angel chuckled. "If that's the case, I would text A like right now and explain to her what just went down. You learned how that out of context picture shit looks last time. Cover your ass," she said holding my phone to my chest. I nodded, dapping her up.
