90210 (Travi$ Scott)

44• Who Gives A Fuck

• 9:47 p.m •

   Since I've been in the studio I've been jumpy and paranoid. Jesse keeps smiling at me and the rest of the group keeps asking if I'm ok. I'm just sitting on a chair waiting for Steez to message me or call.

"Sky." Jacqueline started. "Want some coffee?"

"No thanks." I starred off into space.

"You sure? You love this shit."

I kept starring.

"Yo! Earth to bitch." Jamal said.

"Shut up." I groaned.

"You good? Ever since you came back from wherever you and Jesse came from you've been actin sus." Jay said.

"I'm fine ok! Stop asking me dumbass questions." I brushed my hair out of my face and surfed the web on my laptop."

"Skylar do we need to talk about anything?" Jesse asked.

"No!!! Stop asking me fucking questions Jesse! Fuck off!" I yelled.

Jacques walked in. "Is everything ok? Skylar are you o-"

"SHUSH!" Everyone said.

Jacques surrendered with his hands up. "Geez! My bad!"

Steez texted me that he just landed.

"Whatever. Imma be back." I got up with my car keys and drove to the airport.

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"Skylar! I missed you." Steez said as he hugged me tightly once I got out the car.

I laid my head on his shoulder and inhaled his scent.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Tell him now or later? If I tell him now ain't no telling what he'll do or say and if I tell him later he'll get mad because I didn't tell him before.

"I'll tell you later ok? Let's just go." I helped him put his bags in the car and we went to my apartment.

•

"Dope ass apartment." He said in complete awe as he walked in.

"Thanks." I locked the door. "Shit, I don't have an extra bed for you so you can sleep in mine and I'll sleep on the couch."

"No, no, no. Don't worry about it. You can sleep in your bed." He set his bags next to the couch.

"Noooooo. My apartment my rules. I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." He grabbed his hand and dragged him to my room. "There you go!!"

He chuckled. "Skylar?"

"Hmmmm?"

"You're silly." He chuckled. "Are you sure this is ok with you?"

"Positive."

"Are you s-"

"Stop asking questionsssss." I groaned.

He squinted his eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"Hmmm." He inspected me. "You're shaky, acting funny, rushing, have red eyes and seem to be hiding something."

"You've been crying haven't you?" He asked.

"What? No!" I lied. "Crying for what?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"Well we both don't know cuz I wasn't crying."

He sat on my bed. "Please tell me."

"Tell you what Steezy? Nothing's been happening!" I shrugged.

He looked hurt.

I sighed. "Damn you." I plopped down next to him.

"Don't be mad and don't say anything till I finish ok?"

"Promise." He said.

"Not too long ago not even three hours ago, I was at Jesse's place, my producer, manger or whatever you wanna call him."

"Yeah, the guy with glasses right?"

"Shhhh. Not till I'm finished." I put my finger over his lips. "Anyway, I was at his crib and-and we...Jesse and I...we-"

"We what? Jesse and you what?" He grew impatient.

"We had sex."

"Ok?"

"He was my first."

"Ok?"

"You-you're not mad?"

"Why the fuck would I be?" He chuckled. "That's you. I mean, if we were dating then hell no, that's not cool but we're just friends and that's between you and him."

"Did I tell you he is twenty and I just turned eighteen?!" I tried to get him on my page.

"At least he's not eighty years old putting his wrinkly dick in you. You're stressing for nothing babygirl. Relax yourself."

"I guess so-I guess you're right Steez. I'm stressing for nothing." I gave in.

"Exactly! Smart girl." He bear hugged me and threw me down on the bed ticking and hugging me.