The Come Up

Chapter 21 - 502, 347

I was laying in my bed, face up to the ceiling as Kelly sat on the carpet next to me, doing some kind of arts and craft for her sorority meeting later.

"You're awfully quiet this afternoon." She said.

"Yeah. Just trying not to stress my voice. I have to be at the studio early tomorrow." I responded.

She continued gluing white letters onto a long piece of wood, cut into a triangle, then mid-way she just dropped everything she was working on, making a loud thump on the floor. I stared at her like she had lost her damn mind.

She looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"That means you're not going out tonight?" She asked in a voice that made it seem like she was about to cry.

"I don't think I am. But I kinda don't want to honestly. I have to prepare for tomorrow and drinking was just going to amplify some of the stuff on my mind. We don't need that." I got out of bed and went to sit by her, my legs folded exposing white Harvington cursive printed on my sweats.

She sighed. "Fineeeee."

I smiled and stuck my tongue at her.

"You're really cute, you know? Those sorority girls want to swipe you up." Kelly laughed before continuing.

"Not to mention the Alphas. I heard they've been talking about you a lot. Probably cause there aren't that many African American girls in this school that they don't know."

"You can say Black, Kelly." I laughed lightly.

"I use the terms interchangeably." Kelly threw a cotton ball at me.

"Come out with meeee." She pleaded.

"Nope." I respond casually. She pouts and sighs.

"Are you the one singing all day tomorrow?" I say sounding like Trisha with the attitude.

As soon as Trisha runs through my mind, my phone begins to vibrate, her name present on my screen. I answer on the second ring. Excitement coursing through me already.

"Hey boo."I sing.

"Yo Chanel!" She sounds serious. The smile on my face disappears.

"What?" I ask worried.

"Ma nigga- you're famous!" She screamed.

"What in heaven's name are you talkin bout?" I chuckle nervously at her excitement.

"You don't know? How do you not know you're famous? You didn't see the video?" She screams.

"What video? Trish, can you just explain what's going on. You're giving me anxiety." I complain.

"Go on YouTube right now!"

I pop my laptop open and do as told.

"I'm on youtube. What now?" I asked lazily. "This better be good."

"Type in: Chanel Freestyle."

My heart rate immediately sped up.

The first video result was me in the studio with my messy bun and my plaid shirt on. The account labeled MacWayne Studios. The title of the video is Chanel's Freestyle.

"Oh my God." I mumble to myself before clicking on the video.

"What?" Kelly turns around but I pay her no mind.

"Nahh son... no way." Excitement grows in me.

My heart fell to the floor when I looked at the number of views on the video after just a few days of posting; 502, 347 views, and counting.