All Grown Up

I'm Jayceon

I'm finally in my dorm, yes freedom! Actually I've been in it for a few weeks, I'm just happy to not be under Shad's roof. He takes the term big brother to another level. I sat in my music composition class listening to my instructor go over the basics of reading notes. I already know most of this, sitting in the studio with Shad during summer as a kid played a big part in that. I scrolled through my Instagram seeing what everybody posted. Nothing new really, Tyga, and Blac Chyna being petty towards each other. The Shade Room reposting clapbacks. Until I stumbled on one picture. It was from the night I went out with Chris and O. What damn rumors have they thrown up now?

Roommates spotted Chris Brown, Omarion, and a certain young woman who we now know is Bow Wow's sister. Seems her and Breezy were getting a little cozy on the floor. We didn't know he repped for the big girls like that.

I rolled my eyes, great here we go with this bull. They're about to take this story, and run with it. Now Shad's calling me, he probably saw the picture.

"Hello?" I answered sweetly.

"Aila, what the hell?" Yup he saw it.

"What?"

"What's up with this pic of you and Chris, and why is he all on you like that?"

"It was just a dance Shad. Nothing big, just a dance." I reasoned. He was silent, therefore he was still mad. Gotta put the guilt act on now.

"Just think, what if it was a regular dude they saw me with, and I was doing more than dancing with him. So which is worse, a picture of me dancing with your friend who you actually know, or me dancing with a stranger who might do more then just dance with me?" He sighed loudly, yup I won. Whenever he does that it's because he knows he can't beat me.

"Fine, fine I see your point. I'm sorry, but I just don't trust Chris around you. I know how he is with women."

Doesn't he think I know better then to get involved with his friends? Especially Chris, who I've known for so long. I know his history with chicks. Before Rihanna and Karrueche Chris was a true hoe. And he still is now that he's not with either one of them, plus he has a daughter. I have no time to get in the middle of that drama with Nia.

"Yeah Shad I know, I gotta go. I'll see you next Saturday." I say quickly so I can hang up. My phone dings in my hand.

chrisbrownofficial tagged you in a post is what the notification read.

Ahh hell, what has this fool done. I opened my Instagram app just to be taken back to The Shade Room. The first thing I saw was his comment clear as day.

chrisbrownofficial: @aila_notlila Bae look we famous

Really nigga, you wanna start more crap. I just had to explain to my brother that nothing was going on. Not only did this fool tag me on the biggest gossip page, he called me bae. Is he trying to get me in trouble, or get me killed? I wanna ignore it, but the way these people are set up they'll think it's true if I don't respond.

aila_notlila: @chrisbrownofficial Shut up dummy, we? We nothing nigga...boy bye

I'm taking my tail to class before Shad calls me again. My last classes breeze by, and I'm back in my dorm studying. Once again my phone is blowing up. Damn people don't have anything better to do than comment, and tag me in bull. Dude get out your feelings. Since I don't have Chris' number I send Shad a quick text.

Me: Please tell Chris I'm kicking his ass when I see him.

Bro Bro: Sure right after I do it myself.

Saw that coming, we know Chris was joking, but he forgot the media doesn't know me. I just came in the picture, and he just put me in the line of fire with that comment.

Bro Bro: Aye I'm headed out tonight, Shai's with her mom you in?

Me: Sure.

I take a quick shower because I know he'll be here in no time. After shaking my wavey hair to get it a little wild I slip my heels on and leave my dorm room.

I've never partied with my brother so I'm a little on edge of what I should, and shouldn't do right now. So instead of sitting in the V.I.P. nursing my drink I chose to mingle a bit. I felt a tug on my arm, not a harsh one, just an attempt to get my attention.

"Yes?" I question turning to face belonging to the person holding my arm. Lord it's The Game, Jesus that's a fine man there. I know everybody think he's not the best looking, but I've always had a crush on him. And he's talking to me, breathe Aila breathe.

"Just wondering why you're walking through here alone?"

"I'm not alone, I'm here with my brother." He nodded pulling me over to one of the quieter areas of the club.

"You don't look like you're from here." Hmm good eye.

"I'm not, I'm from Ohio. I'm here for school. I've got a scholarship to Clark Atlanta."

"Hmmm a school girl, how old are you?"

"19." I answer.

"So you're a good girl all about education, but not against fun huh?" He smirks making me blush just a bit.

"Yup that's me, all work with a little play." He took his drink to the head giving me his attention again.

"I like that. I gotta go, but before I do let me get your name I'm sure I'll see you again. And when I do I wanna make sure I know your name."

"I'm Aila, I already know who you are you're The Game." I spoke sounding like a know it all. He smiled showing his gorgeous teeth.

"Nah Game's my stage name, and what uninteresting girls get. For you I'm Jayceon." He held his hand out.

"Hi Jayceon it's nice to meet you." He shakes my hand, and holds it for a minute before kissing the back of it.

"It was better meeting you. I'll see you around." Lord that man's lip on my hand!!!! Those things are soft, I swear if my face wasn't beet red before it definitely is now. Somehow I don't think that's my last time seeing Mr. Game, oops I mean Jayceon.