He loves me not.

Oops!

Part of being a celebrity was the constant need to play face. Which meant attending parties I had no business being at. Even hosting my own parties was a hassle and I dreaded every minute of it. Anyone with a verified Instagram account was in attendance. So much for an A-List party.

I sat on the couch scrolling through twitter. The party was booming, and I didn't recognize anyone. I knew I'd have to eventually socialize. I clicked my phone closed and got up off the couch. I might as well make my rounds. Everyone was enjoying themselves and drinking. Folks were bumping into me left and right.

Damn we can say excuse me anymore?

As I turned to avoid a group of camera wielding girls, a wet substance splashed onto the front of my dress.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I snapped.
"Does anyone in this bitch have some decorum?"
The smell of liquor wafted off me. It was strong and made my already throbbing migraine throb just a little bit harder.
I stomped off in search of the exit. I didn't need to stick around any longer. My skinny little heels could barely keep up as I pushed through the crowd. A few folks spewed out insults before the recognized who I was. They would no doubt, make a few tweets about this later. Hell, I'd probably end up on theshaderoom for being rude again.

"Yo Charmaine!" Someone shouted after me.
I spun around to cuss out whoever was calling me. I never needed a blunt so bad. My irritation quickly eased off when I saw my best friend since diapers standing in front of me.

"And where the fuck have you been Jasmine!"

"I'm so sorry girl," Jasmine says pulling me into a side hug.
"Florida traffic is worse than L.A."

"This shit is such a bore. It's nothing but kids here, and they rude as fuck!"

"And do you need an outfit change?"

"Now I know you see my dress," I said pointing towards my stained attire. "Why ask me an obvious question Jas?"

"Girl cop an attitude with someone else," Jasmine took hold of my arm and began pulling me towards the private rooms. "You can't leave yet; we have to do the live stream."

"I just wanna go home, I ain't ate and my head hurts." I whined. I felt childish in the moment, but I couldn't take another minute in this overcrowded venue. I could care less about kissing ass to some little ass kids with a tripod.

"All these catering companies and you ain't ate?"

"It looked gross. I don't want no deep-fried pickles."

"Well, I guess you're starving tonight. I got a spare dress, but it might be a little snug."
Jasmine stopped to open the door and shoved me into the room. It was a small space with only a couch, table and mirror in it. I could only imagine what went on in here. I made a mental note to not sit on the couch. I took the random roll of paper towels and checked it for any stains before ripping off a few sheets. I slipped out of my tube dress and wiped the liquor off my chest and neck.
Jasmine slid the new dress over my shoulders and helped zip it.

"Oooh a whole snack," she said smacking my butt. "That's my bestie."

I laughed and was going to say something else until the door abruptly opened. We both turned around, ready to either fight or cuss out the intruder. I immediately recognized him and reached to grab the paper towels to throw at him. Jasmine quickly grabbed them before I could and held them behind her back.

"Oh, my fault shorties," The intruder laughed out. He had a smirk on his face, and I fucking hated it.
"Y'all looking for a third?" He said laughing.

Jasmine tensed up, obviously about to hand his ass to him.

"Nigga get the fuck-" Jasmine started to say.
I quickly stopped her and move to place myself between her and the asshole.

"Listen here, I don't know who you are but-"
"Lemme stop you lil ma," He shoved me to the side and picked up my stained dress.
"Bruh this a whole ass Versace dress, how you afford this?"

I roughly snatched my dress out his grimy hands and slapped his ass right across his face.

"Are you out your fucking mind," I shrieked.
"Do you even know who I am?" I poked roughly at his chest. Though I had to admit, he was fine as hell up close.
"This my first time seeing you before," He stepped closer to me, his chest was at my face now and his cologne engulfed me. It smelt amazing and it wasn't cheap.
"Lemme step out before y'all jump me."
He sent me a smirk and licked his lips before turning and exiting the room. The door slammed shut and my heart raced.

I turned around to face Jasmine who had the biggest smile on her face.

"That's funny to you Jas?"
"Oh Charmaine, you know who you just smacked?"
"Nah who?"
"That's Pistol, that rapper that went viral not too long ago."

Fuck.