The Test || YG400

20 || Somebody's lying. [short]

Nadia Thompson

I sat around the house waiting for my phone to ring but it hadn't for the past hour or so. I calculated YG's schedule in my head. Stage time wasn't longer than 2 hours and even if he was staying on stage longer he would get a little five minutes break. He would have time to text me a simple okay.

"Derek, you're clearly drunk I'll talk to you later." I over heard Yaya sigh into the phone, if she was talking to Derek that meant he was off stage and so was YG.

I grabbed my phone off of the couch quickly sending YG another text.

Me - Is everything okay? Can you call me when you have time?

I paced the living room floor for about five minutes before giving up. I quickly dialed Derek's numbers.

"Where is Keenon?" I asked soon as the phone stopped ringing. Derek mumbled something incoherent.

"Derek where is he?" I asked calmly.

"I-I don't know." He yelled into the phone before hanging up in my face.

"Did you get in contact with Daequan?" Yaya asked from across the living room she was laid out on the couch rubbing her bare belly. I shook my head no placing my head on the headrest of the couch.

I understand YG is on tour and busy doing shows but I really want to tell him about Elijah popping up especially since this is his home, I didn't want him to find out from someone else.

"He'll call you, don't forget he's working and probably busy. You know he has to do shows, meet and greets and club appearances." Yaya explained. I nodded my head in reply, I listen to Yaya she's been doing this for five years so I'll take her word.

"So we're boy free what we gone do? Go
to the club?" Yaya asked sitting up on the couch.

"Take our asses to sleep bitch your five months pregnant. I talk about bitches that are pregnant and in the club." I giggled.

"I can't go to the club?" I shook my head no stale facing her. "Well you didn't say I can't bring the club her!" She smirked. "Turn up on fruit punch and candy?"

"I guess." I giggled looking down at my ringing phone to see YG finally calling back.

"Hello?" I answered the phone rolling my eyes.

"Yeah?" He mumbled on the other end.

"Yeah?" I questioned, I've been worried about him and all he had to say was yeah. For all I knew he was drunk passed out somewhere.

"Yeah, yeah!" He mumbled. I shook my head standing up from the couch making my way upstairs to his room for privacy purposes.

"What are you doing are you busy?" I heard the shuffling on the other end, I knew he was shaking his head. "Elijah stopped by unexpectedly earlier."

"Who is that?"

"Eli, my ex, the one that lives in Texas."

"He stopped by where?"

"Your house."

"Ion know him and he don't know me so how he get my address? Unless you gave it to him."

"Unless I gave it to him? Why would I do that?" I questioned curious of his answer.

"Shit ion know."

"Why would I give him your address than tell you that he came over? Dijon gave him your address when they bumped into each other at an event." Out of frustration I hung the phone up I tossed it to the side watching it bounce off of the bed and on to the floor.

I laid in bed confused as to why Dijon would pull a move like that. He knew I was happy, he knew what Elijah did to me. Why would he even give him YG's address?

I grabbed phone from off of the floor going to the keypad I dialed Chanel's number hoping she'd answer and have answers for me because I was seriously in need of them.

"Hey, Nadia! Happy belated birthday." Chanel cheerfully answered the phone. Chanel was honestly starting to grow on me, we wouldn't be the best of friends but we could be cordial.

"Hey thanks! I have something to ask you."

"Wassup?"

"Did Dijon bump into Elijah my ex sometime today?" I interrogated.

"Um, I'm not sure. Why?"

"Well, my ex showed up to Keenon's house and he told me Dijon told him to come see me because I missed him. He showed up on YG's doorstep--"

"What the hell?" I heard her mumbled into the phone before she called for Dijon.

Dijon McFarlanes

"Dijon McFarlanes get your ass in her now!" I heard Chanel yell from a different part of the house. I sighed standin up from the couch walkin to where I heard her squeaky ass voice come from.

"What?" I asked standin in he door way of our room.

"Tell me you didn't give Nadia's ex Elijah the address to YG's house." She scolded me. I shook my head no.

"How can I do that I don't even know dude number or nothin."

"She said he said that y'all bumped into each other at an event and you told him to hit Nadia up because she misses him."

"Nah, I ain't seen Eli I been at the condo studio since yesterday morning, I ain't go to no events."

"Don't sit here and lie to me Dijon." She shifted her weight to one leg placing her phone on speaker putting it on the bed.

"I'm not lyin, I know Nadia in love with G. Ion like em together but I wouldn't never do no shit like that." I shook my head, I wouldn't do no bogus shit like that to my sister, that's playing with muthafuckas feelings and relationships.

"Okay, so if no one gave him YG's address where did he get his address from?" Chanel questioned turnin red in the face.

"I don't know!" Nadia sighed before hanging up the phone. I grabbed my phone shooting YG a text to clear my name up.

YG — I ain't have shit to do with that Nadia and her ex situation.

Keenon "YG" Jackson

I looked down at my buzzin phone to see I had a text from Mustard we ain't talked since he kicked Nadia out so before I even opened the texted I knew it was about Nadia and her ex. I opened the text reading it. I took that as Nadia was making the shit up and invited the nigga over or Mustard was lying. I shook my head taking a pull from my blunt this shit stressful especially while I'm out of state.

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