Working 'Highness'

Casey 2

I slid my purse over my shoulder again, for the fifth time, I mean I wasn't nervous but I was sweating. I don't know what to expect now that this was going to be a solo thing, no one to help make this any less awkward.

I finally walked up to the cafe door and opened it calmly before scanning the room until my eyes fell on to the dark skinned rapper I was supposed to be interviewing today. I swore that this would be strictly business and that I would just want to figure out what was happening with Chres; that would be it.

Casey didn't really respect my relationship back then, so I know he's going to try something sneaky today. But I pushed that thought in the back of my mind and walked over to him, seeing him being distracted by his phone. I slid into the booth reintroducing myself before failing to make eye contact with him.

"Hey I'm Nala Marshall. Remember me from the ga-"

"Yea I remember you most definitely." He paused and looked down at my chest before proceeding with his sentence. "When my PR told me that I was having an interview with you I was like Hell yea."

"Okay, well how did you know my name?" I asked sitting down calmly in the chair across from him, I pulled out my tape recorder and notebook.

"Santo been talking about yo' ass non-stop, he hurt for real."

"Really?" I started to wonder what the Hell was wrong with that boy. I mean seriously, his head has been all over the place and I don't know why. I really don't think anyone knows. "Well, I'm hurt too...But anyway let's get back to the intervie-"

"You know I have a party coming up. It's going to be in West Hollywood. You should come out and support your boy. We can get the interview done then." Casey held onto my hand before he started to get up from his chair.

"Wait, wait no we can't get the interview done then because it's supposed to be done now." I responded, grabbing my papers together.

Casey continued to rise up from his seat and I did the same, this boy was out of his mind. I never had to deal with someone so arrogant and care free before in my life.

"Casey!" I slowly hollered trying to catch up to him before he reached for the door.

"I got your number, I'll text you the info. But right now I gotta go to this photo shoot."

And just like the fool just walked out of the cafe leaving me by myself. Was this really reality, did this fool just walk away like I didn't have a deadline to meet or that I just had to drive thirty minutes from my hotel just to get here!

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A Couple Of Days Later

I was still trying to get in contact with Chres, he changed his number so much. I never realized how it was hard to reach him now that I wasn't always updated with his current number.

It was like he just didn't care any more and I don't know how I can possibly do anything for him; even if he's someone that I still love.

The music around me didn't make things any better either, at this "party" Casey made me come to just to get my interview in was playing nothing but annoying mainstream music like Fetty Wap or The Weeknd.

"Name?"

"Nala Marshall." I responded, I was the next one up in this thick ass line to get in. Everyone coming out was similar to me; black, attractive, and young.

"Okay, you're on the VIP list. The entrance is.."

I very bluntly just ignored the rest of his directions and started walking in. I could find my way around this little spot, it was nothing compared to those Calabasas nights Chres had me go to.