Selfish ~ Trevor Jackson

Why Would I Like Him?!

"Last meeting of the week, any other things we need to talk about?" I said clasping my hands together. I looked around the room and saw that everyone was silent and looking at each other or their phones. "Good." I nodded gathering my things. It was Sunday so I decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to go to the studio instead of taking Leanni out like she wanted. I just really didn't feel like going, I could pick out the pink Polo vest she wanted later. Taking her would be a hassle.

I hopped in my car and drove a few blocks down to the studio and ordered my favorite room. It was the largest room they had with dimmed lighting, more seating than the standard studios, a bigger mini fridge, and great phone reception. Everything about it was relaxing there were no bright colors, blistering heat, shivering cold, or crappy air flow; the seating contained a few recliners all chocolate brown leather surrounding the sound board.

I wrapped a cashmere blanket around me and took a seat in front of the sound board running my fingers along the buttons and gismos whilst letting a long breath escape my lips. I started to sing a few words and tried to imagine the beat in my head. I fiddled around with the sounds and beats for what felt like a few minutes but was actually an hour. As I was listening to the beat with my eyes shut I hummed the bits and pieces of lyrics to test it's perfection.

"I come in peace," a voice said. I sat up and whipped around to see who dared to disturb my trance.

"Are you stalking me or something?!" I growled at Trevor. He stood in the doorway with his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants and an innocent look on his face.

"Get out!" I ordered tossing a pillow at his feet.

"Well I can't if you're in my studio," he replied leaning against the door henge.

"What the fuck you mean, 'my studio'?" I questioned looking at him up and down, "You can't afford this."

"I've been getting this studio for the past two or three months," he retorted ignoring my rude remark.

"I ain't never seen you here," I shot back.

"Your album came out three months ago, Rihanna. Why would you need to be here?"

"... Whatever. Close the door behind you," he entered and closed the door then took a seat on one of the recliners, "No, I meant for you to leave and close the door behind you."

He opened up a pack of M&M's that he retrieved from the mini fridge. I didn't remember putting that in there! Maybe he did have this studio for awhile... I had it first though so technically it's not his.

"What do you want from me huh?" I queried glaring at him.

"Nothing," he stated. Was that a trick question? He really didn't want anything from me? Everyone wants something from Rihanna, this has to be some joke or has to have some catch.

"Nothing, except..." I said motioning for him to finish my sentence.

He looked around in confusion, "No, just nothing." Now I was confused.

"Then why are you here?"

"Well I was planning to work on some music, but you're busy so I'm just waiting for you to get done,"

"That's it?"

"Basically,"

I slowly turned in my chair and bit my lip to fight my racing thoughts attempting to resume stress exertion. I took the blanket off and fumbled with the beat a little more. I knew that I was going to need some help but I didn't exactly want it from Trevor, which is why I didn't want to record today. But I didn't want to look like I was wasting money by just being here and not doing anything.