Sarah: You are on the air with Sarah Carpenter and Syn The Lady Hustler! This is a special interview for Global Grind, Syn, thank you for coming.
Syn: Thank you for having me.
Sarah: Okay, so as you may know, you are rumored to have a relationship with the rapper, Drake. Tell me about that.
Syn: Well initially, I turned him down.
Sarah (Laughing): What?!
Syn: Coming from the industry I've been in, I've met a lot of rappers and they all approach girls like me with one thing on their mind.
Sarah: What made you take him up on his offer?
Syn: You can't say no to determination.
Sarah's eyes got big.
Syn: He's just so charming and...what real woman can say no to a real man.
Sarah: Wow. You must not be used to that.
Syn: Yeah like he could've easily been like 'Oh you don't like me, oh well, I'll find someone else'. But whenever he was in Houston he would hit me up. Like 'Where are you?' 'Where have you been?' 'I wanna see you'.
Sarah: Mhm.
Syn: Yeah, he's so sweet and he's like everything in one. A friend. A homie. A lover. All of that. You can really open up to him and a lot of people don't have that.
Sarah: So would you say that you guys are more than friends?
Syn (Shaking her head): Uhhh...I'd like to say-
Alexandra closed her laptop. She could've easily gotten insecure and freaked out and cried in her car. But she wasn't. What annoyed her more was the fact that the girl could talk about an intimate factor in her [hypothetical] relationship with Aubrey. Then another thought came to her.
Alexandra (To herself): Girls write Fanfics about this shit though. Anyone can say that about someone like Aubrey.
She was in the break room of her store which was buzzing. The more she sold, the more people wanted to know about her. The more people wanted to know about her, the more she sold. Alexandra was doing good for herself. In a legit way. And it wasn't like she was looking down on Syn or strippers but she didn't respect girls like Syn that made up pseudo relationships because of video shoots and Instagram photos. Alex had a famous boyfriend, yes. But Syn had no ring to show for her and Aubrey's charisma. She had no car to show for their dinners. And she didn't have a ring that signified their relationship. Alex could've handled the idea of them having sex. It was something meaningless and common. And she couldn't get mad at Aubrey for stepping out of the relationship the same way she did. But Syn was attacking their relationship on a different level. The highest one of them all. Intimacy. Alexandra called Chubbs.
Alexandra: Hey, um, I need a huge favor.
Chubbs: Sure.
Alexandra (Walking towards her car, scratching her head): Ummm. Can I borrow the jet? For like a couple of hours.
Chubbs: Yeah sure.
Alexandra: Ok, great just don't tell Aubrey.
Chubbs hesitated. He didn't know what was going on and he was with Aubrey.
Chubbs: Yeah. I gotcha.
Chubbs hung up the phone and turned to Aubrey who was blowing perfect circles, smoking hookah.
Aubrey (Blowing smoke): Who was that?
Chubbs (Picking up a hose): No one.
Alexandra took that jet ride to Houston. She took a cab ride to the strip club in which she worked at. She was able to get in the dressing room and waited for Syn to come back. Some girls eyed Alex, others ignored her. Most of the dressing room cleared out and Alex stood behind Syn who was sitting in front of a mirror with huge bright lightbulbs on the edges.
Syn (To Alex's reflection): No reporters.
Alexandra stopped leaning on the wall and approached Syn who was still in the mirror.
Alexandra: I'm not a reporter. I know Aubrey. Drake?
Syn turned around and smiled devilishly.
Syn: Aww. Are you his little girlfriend?
Alexandra had both of her hands behind her back (concealing her ring). Alexandra and Aubrey were more than serious but they weren't in the tabloids as engaged. They weren't publicized as a couple at all. Just some swirling rumors that weren't addressed or shot down.
Alexandra (Smiling): I'm the girl that suggests you...change your approach to the tabloid. Or take the same route as Maliah.
Syn: And what is that?
Alexandra: Stay out of it.
Alexandra and Syn stared at each other in intense hatred. Syn wanted to initiate fear in Alexandra. She thought that because Alexandra was just a "lightskin model" who was 6 pants sizes smaller than her that she was supposed to feel threatened. Syn thought she was on top in the scenario.
Syn: And when I don't?
Alexandra (In her face): I know bitches like you. They get a good tip and all of a sudden they're showing Us Weekly matching china patterns.
Syn: So why is your man and his boys here every weekend?
Alexandra: I don't mind him exploiting girls with fat asses and daddy issues. He's giving back to the community. But the million dollar question is....who is he fuckin?
Alexandra put her hand on her chin like she was thinking.
Alexandra: Who does he climb into bed with?
Syn (Standing up): You think that makes you official?
Alexandra: I think living in his house and his mother knowing who I am makes me official. I make me official. You're a bitch with a fat ass that he throws dollars at. I'm someone him and his family thinks is official.
Syn (Clapping): Be proud of being the main chick. But to every main there's a side chick, a jump off and a weekend chick.
Alexandra: And so you're the weekend chick right?
Syn: I'm the one that keeps him company while he's in Houston.
Alexandra got enraged and pushed Syn and Syn slapped her. Alexandra stomped on her foot (Alexandra was wearing combat boots) and Syn yelled out. She tried to punch Alex and missed when Alex punched her in the chest and knocked her over to the floor. Alexandra was on top of Syn and was able to hold her shoulders and keep slamming her down into the floor. Girls outside heard the noise and came inside to help out. Someone pulled Alexandra away and helped Syn up.
Dancer: What happened here?!
Syn: That bitch is crazy! She came and attacked me!
Alexandra: You got what was coming to you. Bitch! Don't fuck with me.
Dancer: Are you guys ok?
Syn and Alexandra were slightly disheveled and were breathing heavily. Alexandra shrugged off the girl that was holding her back.
Syn: I'm fine. That bitch is wack.
Alexandra: Wack didn't punch you in the face, hoe.
Syn went back to her mirror and Alexandra walked out of the club. She had no hotel room. No friends there. No family. Nothing. She came down on a mission and she felt like it was completed. When she went back home, Aubrey was in the kitchen waiting for her. Ryan and Shay and everyone else were standing in the kitchen along with him and looked at Alexandra. She was still dressed in her crop top, jeans and combat boots. Her hair was pulled back (she brushed it down) and it was 2 in the morning. Everyone else cleared out to other parts of the house, leaving Aubrey and Alexandra alone.
Alexandra: What? What did I do?
