The Test || YG400

7 || Expect the unexpected.

Nadia Thompson

I had a late start this morning it was going on noonish. I just finished my daily run around the local park and was now on my way back home. I had about an hour before my lunch date with Jerrell. He was the total opposite from what I remember in high school. He was now a gentleman, mature and spoke with intelligence. He's always been handsome and in shape.

I stepped into the house walking down the hall heading towards the kitchen to get myself a bottled water. I stopped in my tracks once I seen Keenon and Dijon sitting on the couch socializing, they'd just gotten back from their conjoined tour. I quickly back tracked tip toeing towards the staircase that lead to the second floor. I was sweaty and icky I couldn't let YG see me like this. My hair wasn't done I had beads of sweat all over my body. My sports bra was drenched in sweat.

"Nadia, you can't speak to nobody! Fat head ass!" Dijon I heard Dijon yell as I walked up the first couple of steps.

"Hey brother! I missed you, glad you're home. Hey YG same goes for you." I yelled running up the rest of the stairs.

"Come here!" Dijon yelled. He was working with the devil-- he had to be embarrassing me like that. He knew what I looked like after I'd finished my jog or run around the local park.

"Hold on!" I yelled from the top of the staircase.

I jogged into my room closing the door behind myself I head straight for my bathroom. I let the water run until it got to my liking. I'd already picked my outfit out for the lunch date so all I would have to do was my hair and makeup.

After about an hour after I was finally done taking my shower, washing my hair and doing my make up. I fluffed my wand curls in the mirror adjusting them to my liking. I slipped my feet into my nude pumps grabbing my nude clutch that housed my phone, lipstick and keys.

I texted Jerrell and a little while earlier and told him I'd be running late. He was completely find with it. He said take all the time I need, to look my best.

Turned off my room light heading downstairs to the living room where Dijon and YG were still sitting.

"Wassup my peoples?" I asked squeezing in the middle of them on the white suede couch.

"Wassup my ass! Where you going dressed like that?" Dijon asked raising his eye at me looking my up and down.

"Out with a friend of mine." I asked trying to be vague as possible.

"Who? Not dressed liked that!" He shook his head. YG was on the side of him consigning.

"A friend of mine, you don't know him." YG scoffed causing both Dijon and I to look at him.

"What?" He asked beginning to clear his throat.

"Don't be shady Jackson!" I spoke standing from the couch. "Can I use the Benz truck? Please?" I asked adjusting my olive green knee length sweater dress.

"Yeah man, you need to gone and let me buy you a ca--"

"Nope, I'll be getting my own car in a couple of weeks. I just have to build up my clientele down here and stack up. I won't be the nicest car but it'll get me from point A to point B."