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'STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON STAR, O'SHEA JACKSON JR AND HIP HOP LEGEND'S DAUGHTER, JADA SHAKUR GETTING FRIENDLY'

I scrolled through the ridiculous article online. Media these days are absolute bullshit.

'I don't want him to know what I really feel' Says the 25 year old singer/ songwriter about O'shea.

"Bullshit.." I muttered.

"What?"

I quickly clicked my phone off and looked up to see Corey and O'shea.

Great timing.

"No. My little sister.. she's just bein difficult."

"I feel you. Mines can get annoying too." O'shea laughed, taking a seat next to me.

"You ever talk to Jaden or Willow? Like.. are ya'll close?" Corey asked, sitting across from Shea and I.

"Yeah, I guess. Not so much as we used to.."

Corey just nodded and shrugged.

I looked at Shea and he smiled. I smiled back and unlocked my phone.

"What you readin?" He asked, trying to look at my phone.

"None of your business, nosey." I pushed him away from my phone.

He rose an eyebrow and smirked. "So you wanna play?"

"Shea.." I whined.

I really hated it when he lifted his brow. It always meant he was gonna tease me or try to play with me.

"Naw. Lemme see what you readin." He stood from his chair.

I stood too, and clicked my phone off, sliding it in my back pocket.

"Why you wanna know what I'm reading?"

"Because what if it's about me?"

"It's not." I quickly lied.

"How do I know that?" He asked slowly.

I sighed and looked at Corey for help. He stood up and looked at Shea.. then me.

"Actually, I wanna know what you readin too." He said, grinning.

"What the fuck!" I yelled.

The two boys just laughed, while they teamed up on me.

"Come on just show us." Shea groaned.

They were both tall, probably strong, and blocking the only exit. Knowing I wouldn't get out of this, I took my phone out and unlocked it.

"Here." I handed the phone to them and sat down, in defeat.

"Damn.." Corey whispered.

O'shea laughed and I sent him a glare. He quickly went back to reading, trying to contain his laughter.

"You guys are assholes.." I mumbled.

"Aww, you don't want me to know what you feel? You can tell Daddy Shea." He smirked, handing me my phone.

"Shut the hell up." I rolled my eyes.

I pushed them out of the way to get to the door. I need to find some friends that don't have dicks. This shit is ridiculous.

...

"So, O'shea. I'm pretty sure every girl in here wants to know one thing." The interviewer smirked.

"What is that?" He asked, laughing.

"Are you single?"

I rose an eyebrow and watched him intently.

Girls around me started giggling and did all this annoying girly shit.

"I'm dating this one girl.." He nodded and I swear he looked right at me.

"She just don't know it yet." Shea quickly took his eyes off of me and turned his attention toward the interviewer.

"Can we get a name?"

He looked down at his hands, took a deep breath and paused for a couple seconds.

Don't say it.

"Rihanna."

The interviewer, along with the crowd burst into laughter. Except me.

I should be relieved, but I'm not. I got this weird feeling afterward. It's a feeling I've felt when my mom had two more kids. I didn't like this feeling. This feeling called jealousy.

It wasn't Rihanna that I was jealous of.. I didn't even think this was jealousy. This was anger, unnecessary anger. I had no good reason to be angry because I don't like O'shea like that.

...

6:43 pm
o'shea: aye

jada: what

o'shea: why the attitude

jada: i said what. how is that attitude?

o'shea: damn my bad.

jada: what do u want

o'shea: how you think i did today?

jada: for the interview?

o'shea: yeah. what u think?

jada: it was the same as always

o'shea: oh i get it..

jada: what do u get?

o'shea: well besides pussy,

jada: ugh, don't text me

o'shea: naw im just playin. but i understand why u actin so blunt

jada: yeah? why is that?

o'shea: because you "don't want me to know what you really feel" 😂😂💘

jada: bye

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O'SHEA HAS NO CHILL

-kam