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

12. Back in one piece

Aaliyah

"Aaliyah and Tupac back together?"

"Ugh, why? She's so skinny and ugly to me."

"She probably came running back into his arms too, sad bitch."

"He can do so much better than that."

"She's so dumb."

•••

My manager turned the tv off. "Do you hear what they are saying about you?"

I stayed quiet as my hair stylist, Maleia, dried my black and brown hair. "Hello? Earth to Aaliyah?" She questioned, sounding annoyed now.

"I don't care what they are saying, Mya. They're just mad, 'cause I'm back with Pac, and I couldn't care less."

"Well, you should. Do you know how Makaveli Records is gonna look now that this happened?"

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm ruining Pac's company cause I'm dating him?" I asked, taking offense.

"Yes, why can't chu just leave that cheating man alone? He don't want chu you no way, he just tryna get him some Kat." She chuckled a bit.

I stood up and stepped toward her. "Just cause you don't have a man doesn't mean that you have to talk down on my man and my relationship."

She scoffed. "You talkin bout this fake relationship that y'all got? Please, I'm happy I'm single, baby girl."

"Shut up, Mya." I turned to walk away from her now.

"Yeah, walk away from me witcho' sorry ass." She spat.

I turned to face her, "Are you really hating on Pac and me?"

"Hating? Please, child, go on about cho' life. I need me a man, not a little ass kid."

"Well, you are a little ass kid hating on me and my man. Who do you think you are?! I don't have to explain shit to you or anybody else. Pac and I are together, so deal with it!"

"Baby girl, we still have to finish your hair." My hair stylist Maleia said.

"Excuse me." I rolled my eyes and started to walk away again.

"Sad broad..." She mumbled.

I turned around and stepped back to her, "What? Whatchu gonna do?" She asked.

"Aaliyah, maybe you sh---." Maleia started.

I slapped the shit out of her, cutting Maleia's words off. "Get the hell outta here," I said.

"Aaliyah, baby girl, come on."

"Get the hell outta here, Mya!" I yelled, pointing to the door now.

"I have to go and talk to Pac now, bye Aaliyah." She smirked.

"Bye bitch, get the fuck outta here!" I mushed her head.

"Stop fucking touching me, aight, Aaliyah!"

"Get out bitch!" I yelled, getting in her face now.

"Mya, just go, dude!" Maleia yelled.

"I'm gonna make Pac break up with your stuck up, bitch ass." She spat.

"Whatever bitch, and I'm dropping your dumb, broke, Trifflin ass." I spat right back.

"Whatever, bye, Maleia."

"Get out, girl, go!" Maleia waved her off.

She winked at me, snatching her keys she started to leave out. "Fuck this..." She mumbled.