Selfish ~ Trevor Jackson

The Beginning IV

The next day, I did one last meeting with my team about cities I would stop by and how many I would do. I was thinking at least 25 or 30 and they were thinking 15 because they didn't want to risk any "throat problems" like last year. Idiots. So, I made them meet me in the middle at 20.

Tomorrow I would have my very first performance on a television show since last year. I didn't exactly remember who I was performing for, but hey it means more money in my pocket. But anyway, I was going to do nothing but practice most of today with the new dancer. I had texted Sean my decision of a boy by the name of Jacob Perez and he replied with "lol ok". Didn't exactly know what that meant, but I didn't have time to figure it out.

I sat my dance bag down and began to stretch my muscles in the mirror. All the other dancers filed in and started doing their own thing whilst conversing amongst each other about who knows what. I was humming the beat to a knew song I was working on and some how Chris slithered his way into my mind.

I wondered what he was doing and if he was smoking with Karreuche... He better not be smoking. He signed a contract! And if he really loved Leanni he would. Shit, I did. I sighed and sipped some of my water to hydrate and looked at my red curly hair in the mirror. Just when I was ready to start dancing, the door opened and dark brown eyes met mine; stopping my heart beat.

What.

The.

Fuck.

I whipped around and watched in disbelief as ass hole and Sean walked through the door as if they were the best of friends. Ass hole put his bag down and began to stretch his shoulder blades while nodding his head at some of the male dancers and smiling at some of the female ones. The girls were all googly eyed at him and waving to him staring at his muscle shirt to get a glimpse of his body as if he was some god.

"Sean Bankhead, get your ass over here," I said in a motherly tone. Sean made his way over to me and shrugged his shoulders.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yelled in hushed tones.

"What's the prob?" He questioned knitting his eyebrows.

"I thought we agreed that we got rid of him!" I whisper shouted.

"I was being sarcastic last night," he replied with a stale face.

My jaw hit the floor, "excuse you? Well I wasn't!"

"Look it's too late. Trevor is dancing with you. I'm not changing it," he stated before walking away. My eyes were the size of golf balls. This couldn't be happening, it had to be a dream.

"Deanna, places!" Sean shouted at me. I wanted to cuss him out and fire him so badly, but I had to keep my composure. But then again this was the first time he had spoken to me like-- shit no one has ever spoken to me like that and I didn't know how to react or what to say. But I felt threatened, I'm the fucking boss in this bitch.

I rolled my eyes and got into position, Ashanti ran the track and I followed the routine half ass watching Trevor move to the beat like it was nothing. I swung my hair and moved on to the next part dancing with Trevor. He smiled warmly at me and I glared at him. I don't fucking like you why are you looking at me.

"Good work take five," Sean said cutting off Pour It Up. I wiped my forehead and pressed a bottle of water to my lips.

"Hi, Rihanna," a voice said behind me. I stared into the mirror, seeing that Trevor was standing behind me with his hands tucked into his basketball shorts and an innocent look on his face. I continued to drink my water whilst staring at him and his boldness.

"You don't have to talk to me I guess," he says rubbing the back of his neck. I sure don't. I continued drinking the water giving him an ugly look.

"I deserve it I know," he chuckled, "I was being a jerk." I was running out of room to drink anymore water and I was stalling. "You know you can't drink no more water." I kind of laughed as I swallowed the gulp from all the developing water. "You mind talking to me?"

I burped and then wiped my lips, "I don't like you. At all."

"Dang, maybe you should go back to drinking that water," he replied. I held back a laugh and looked down.

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't like your attitude, I don't like the way you dance, I don't like the way you look, I don't like your voice, I just don't like you," I answered with my hands on my hips, "You're the third dancer I've had and I'm not allowed to get another one, so I'll put up with you."

I waved him off and walked the other direction. I could feel his eyes on my ass, but I just let them stay there. It's kind of fun having a guy want what you got, but can't have it. We resumed rehearsal and Trevor stood off to the side watching me dance with my girls Ashanti, Casey, Sundae, and Rikki.

I could see Rikki's little red headed ass twerking especially hard for Trevor in the mirror and Casey was no better; flashing goddamn call me signs when she thought no one was paying attention. I wanted to yell at those bitches, "WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER" but I hadn't exactly established what we were in... Eventually Ashanti and Sundae would hit on him, I could feel it in the air-- and I didn't like it.

Later that day, I had to go to the court house for the first drug test Chris had to take. I requested they read the results aloud in front of me just in case some tom foolery occurred. Rehearsal lasted an extra hour than usual so that Trevor could adjust and learn the routines and the way things worked with my team and I.

God he was so annoying. From the way he danced to the way his plump pink lips moved when he spoke, from the way he walked, to the way his strong, chiseled chest heaved up and down when he breathed, from the way he flashed a bright smile when he laughed, to the way his bitable lips wrapped around the opening of a water bottle; it all irritated the hell out of me.

I stepped into the court room right on time, just hearing our names get called by the bailiff. I rushed up to the left side of the court room and stood next to my lawyers. I could see Chris scanning me from head to toe not paying attention to the fact that we were about to figure out if he was going to keep his word this time.

After several long and quiet minutes of watching the judge read over the papers with his glasses sitting on the tip of his nose, he finally spoke, "Mr Brown, your urine tested negative for any drugs; you may leave." I could see Chris smiling from the corner of my eye, he's all excited over a drug test? Someone who wasn't worried wouldn't act like that. I waved off the doubt and exited the courtroom carelessly. That went much quicker than I expected.

I decided to go get some coffee before my next meeting with the label. Unlike most celebrities, coffee was my bestfriend instead of weed or yoga. I stopped at Starbucks and ordered a caramel macchiato and took a seat on the roof top so that I could enjoy the scenery before it was time to go back to business.

The air was warm and the ocean looked amazing from such altitude. I wondered if God looked down at the earth and loved it as much as I did. It was beautiful out here, I just wished I had someone to share it with. Not Chris ever again though, he'd only laugh at what I had to say and make me feel stupid...

I sipped my coffee and contemplated going for a quick swim. It sounded like a good idea, however it wouldn't be a quick swim per say. I'd be out there forever and a day. Maybe I could take Leanni later on--

"Waddup, Dee," a voice greeted me. I looked over and saw Trevor standing in front of me with Sean attached to his side.

"Hey, Sean," I smiled at him sipping my coffee again.

"Mind if we have a sit?" Sean asked raising an eye brow.

I don't know about Trevor, but you can! "Sure." They pulled up two chairs and sat down quietly. I turned towards the ocean, trying to remember where I was with my thoughts.

"So how was court?" Sean questioned sipping his latte. I glanced over at Trevor and then back at the ocean, he was staring dead at me.

"He tested negative," I answered vaguely. I didn't want to give any of my personal life away while Trevor was sitting there.

"Good, that'll teach him to--" he started.

"Hey, Sean, do you mind?" I said with a bit of an attitude. I raised an eyebrow at him and sipped my coffee.

"I get it, you don't want me to know your business. That's fine," Trevor interjected.

I cut my eyes at him in anger and sipped my coffee again, "I have somewhere to be. See y'all..."