Chapter 2

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Nicki p.o.v
May 8th 9:36 pm-

I sat there in his dressing room and looked around. His friends left about and hour ago. Eventually I drifted to sleep until I felt somebody shaking me .

Meek- Ma? Nic ?

I rubbed my eyes trying to wake myself up . I blinked 3 times and I seen meek looking me dead in my face .

Meek- Damn ma you was out cold .

Nicki- wasn't nothing else to do but sleep.

Meek- So wassup you hungry? Wanna go get some food or something?

I smiled slightly...he didn't ask did I wanna go to his crib so we were making progress.

Nicki- That's cool but let me give my friend the keys so she can go home .

Meek- Alright let's go find her

He walked towards the door and I followed him out . He never took my hand he just walked. We went out towards the stage and stood on the side . Another artist was performing .

Meek- You see her ?

Nicki- Yeah she right there

I pointed her who was standing on the right side of the stage.

Meek- Alright I'll take it to her give me yo keys

Nicki- no I go-

Meek- it wasn't a question Nic give me the keys

I looked at him for a second before digging in my purse and shoving the keys in his hand .

Meek- chill with all dat

I rolled my eyes slightly as I watched him walk over towards Keisha. I sat down and waited. I found myself waiting a lot with him. I sat down these heels were killing me . Somebody came up to me .

???- Hello beautiful

Nicki- Hi

???- I'm Jason I don't think I caught your name

Nicki- I don't think u told you

Jason - Well now is a good of a time as any

Nicki- call me Nic

Jason - Alright Nic you here alone ?

I was about to speak until I felt an arm rap Around my shoulder. I looked up at meek who had an unreadable expression.

Meek - Why you talking to my girl ?

I looked at him like he was crazy and removed his arm from around my shoulder.

Nicki- I'm not your girl ...

Jason - What's ya number Nic ?

Meek - Boy you really asking to get yo ass beat .

Jason chuckled a little looking at meek and handed me a card with his name and number.

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