𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐰. || 𝐚. 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 & 𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫

11. I don't wanna

Aaliyah

Today I woke up with a massive smile on my face. The Grammys went better than I excepted. I was nominated, and I won. I felt great this morning.

It's only Friday, but I'm going back. I can't wait to go back. I'm glowing in the studio, and I just miss it. So I hopped out of bed and got dressed after my shower. I made my way to Makaveli Records.

I walked inside after being harassed by the camera people like always. I rolled my eyes at EDI Mean and waved to Fatal and Kadafi. I gave Kastro the finger cause this bitch nigga kept mugging me.

I got on the elevator. I made my way to the studio, and I saw Pac. He was listening to a new track that sounded good. I can't even lie, man.

I knocked on the locked door. Tupac's direct glare changed to a smile once he saw me.

"Hey Pac, you gon stare or let me in."

He laughed, moving out of my way. I plopped down onto the couch.

"So what brings you here, ma?"

"Um, I work here," I said.

"Shit, baby, I know that, but I thought that you was takin a week away from work."

"Yeah, I was, but I missed being here."

"Awe, baby, you missed me?"

"No, not really." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Damn, okay then." He chuckled.

I giggled a little bit. I plopped down and started to write.

Tasha came into the studio and sat on Pac's lap, "Hey Pac." She said.

"Yeah, sup." He responded, not even looking at her.

I shrugged and continued writing. I could feel Pac watching me. What is he staring at, I thought as Tasha talked to him. He wasn't even listening to her ole ho ass.

"Pac, so about my new song, I want--." I started.

He wasn't even paying me any attention. I was jealous as hell, to be honest, cause I still see him as mine.

"Pac, you are so fine," Tasha smirked, looking me dead in my eyes.

I got up and grabbed my purse, "Pac. I'm gonna go now."

"Why, baby girl?" He asked.

"Cause I might beat a bitches ass today, and I don't want to do that in your place of business," I explained.

"Wait, don't go, ma." He stood to his feet.

"Pac, let her ass go." Tasha mugged me.

I just ignored her dumb trashy ass, she just wanted me to say something, but it's funny cause I'm not going to say anything; I'ma just fuck her up.

"So, what were you saying before?" Pac asked me, ignoring Tasha.

"I wrote this new song, and I want chu to rap in it."