Chapter 8: Freak

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I've been feeling a way
about the way you make way
for all them other girls but me.

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My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: that's TOO funny
My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: funny asl
My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: that's what ur over friendly ass get

Me: Don't be like thaaat 😫🥹

My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: oh I'm sorry would you rather me go off on you?

Me: No 😞 but how was I supposed to know a fan was recording???

My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: idk
My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: two celebs eating in mfing Malibu of all places? It's giving common sense

Me: I mean yeah but it's not like I initiated anything. I just got caught in the crossfire 🥹

My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: It's giving victim.

Me: Ok, I'm tired of talking to you. bye 😐😒

My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: How u mad at me for something YOU did??
My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: 😭😭😭 Girl bye.
My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: I would say text me later but I see how you get 'round her 🥴

Me: Don't act like you haven't been MIA urself 😒

My Hot Girl 🥵🔥: guess we both ain't shit 🥴

I set my phone down in a huff, the sound disrupting the studio's quiet atmosphere and stirring the curiosity of an already hyperaware and very nosey ass Victoria who was blatantly glancing my way with little refrain. Ignoring her looks, I turned my focus back to my open laptop that had been taking its time to load since we got here. Which wouldn't have been a problem had Victoria brought her laptop but unfortunately that was not the case.

"So... all done texting?" I hummed lightly still not refusing to look her way. "Was it Megan or was that Anna?" Victoria cooly asked, twiddling her fingers as her eyes flickered between me and movement of my mouse on my screen. I rolled my eyes ignoring her question. Not only was it not her business she had a lot of nerve asking me about anything, especially in regards to texts. I continued to attempt to get my laptop loaded up and connected unsuccessfully, only pausing when the buzz of my phone distracted me. "Must have been some conversation to have had you huffing and puffing." She awkwardly joked. "I wonder why this isn't working." I mumbled to myself, completely dismissing any attempt the trifling woman made to converse.

Though it had been a good 7 hours since the award show and after party pit stop, I was still fuming and irritated. I mean how could she be casually texting someone who had quite literally put their hands on her and forced her and her entire team to jump through hoops just to get away? The same woman she cried to me about having openly been sleeping with the dancer she'd brought back for the tour after having been fired, all while the venomous woman still tried to get with her? There were levels to trifling ass bitches and Kehlani has managed to surpass all of them. Yet, somehow Victoria was still casually texting the tyrant.

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