Mine (Norminah)

Chapter 8

Dinah's POV

Everything with me and Manz had been perfect since our little airport fiasco. It seemed like we were finally getting back on track with our relationship. We had gone back to being touchy and affectionate, much to Alren's dismay. And we were just as touchy on stage as we were off stage.

During the second to last show of our tour Manz took that to a new level. The fans all knew what to expect when Ally started singing Gonna Get Better, but Mani had other plans in mind. She stood on the steps and danced her heart out while Lauren sang and I expected her to keep dancing until our part at the end of my solo. But as I started to sing I felt her eyes me, all over me. She stopped dancing all together and just watched me sing, as if she was mesmerized. We sang to each other like we always do, but she did not stop staring at me even when Ally started singing again. And she surprised me when she took my hand and walked me down the stairs to our next spot. The fans went crazy and I was blushing like a little school girl.

And that wasn't it. She was even more touchy during our last show of the tour. She was doing little things here and there that only I saw, most of the time. She was extremely touchy feely during our dance in I Lied. She kept trying to throw it back on me while we were sitting on the stairs, and she knows how I feel about her ayuss. Damn! And when she got up she poked it out for me, making sure I had something to look at. Even during Squeeze while Lauren was singing, she came up behind me and threw her leg around me hugged me. It was my turn to be mesmerized. I started singing and dropped my umbrella. It was something about being on stage in front of thousands of people and singing to her and calling her my baby that made me lose it. I opens my arms and waited until I felt her body collide into mine before I smiled. But of course Lauser had to come and ruin it, but it was okay. My best friend was holding me while I was holding my baby and so singing my favorite song to her.

   But that was all last Friday. Today is Tuesday, the day after Halloween, and I was pissed. Why? Because my extremely sexy girlfriend had her party yesterday and she looked way too good. Don't get me wrong when she told me she was going to be Queen Akasha I knew all eyes would be on her. But what I didn't know was Princeton would be at the same party drooling over her every chance he got.

"Hello, earth to Dinah! Babe are you even listening to me?" I heard the annoyance in her voice and realized that I had zoned out. I guess she realized it too because she went about repeating herself.

"I said I don't get why you're so pissed. You know me and P are just friends, and he knows that I'm with you."

"But Manz you knew how I felt when I had to watch you two after our show. How do you think I felt when I found out that you guys were at an actual party together and I was there to watch you? And I didn't even find out from you. I found out because Mama Drea retweeted his picture of you. Manz that hurt." There was a point I was trying to make without actually coming out and saying it. I was jealous. I didn't go to her party because I went to one straight off my flight and I had missed my family. But that still left me with a picture of Princeton showboating Manz around, making her smile and doing everything I should had been there doing.

"DJ, only two things could be happening here. Either you don't trust me or you're jealous of Princeton." I watched the smirk on her face grow as wide as it could. She had figured me out.

"Normani, I'm not jealous."

"Oh, so you're saying that you don't trust me?" She asked with a hint of an attitude. Shit, here we go.

"No! Manz I trust you with any and everything." That smirk returned to her lips.

"So are you finally admitting that you're jealous. Or do we need to argue some more?" She chuckled and shook her head as she laid down and repositioned her laptop so I could see her face. Her Colgate smile was on full display as she laughed again.

"Okay Hamilton! Yes I'm jealous. I see random guys rubbing oil on your abs. I see you dancing on girls and girls dancing on you. You winding your waist, showing everybody at the party how it's supposed to be done. And the icing on the cake was when I saw pictures of you and Kor and Dei were trying to escape. As a matter of fact, I saw a few pictures where Kor did escape." I watched her trying to catch what her reaction would be. But all she did was laugh, flashing that million dollar smile yet again.

"Really DJ? First of all he was gay! He's the reason why my outfit came out so perfect. You're literally jealous of a man who wouldn't want me, even if I was standing in front of him butt naked." She let out another laugh, the loudest one so far. "I'm sorry, I just find that to be really funny. Secondly, it was a party of course I'm going to dance. It's not like I bought anyone back to my hotel room. I came back, laid in bed and called you. You have no reason to be jealous Dinah Jane! Do you hear me?" I nodded. "Good. Now on to more important things, did you like my outfit?"

"You're outfit and makeup were perfect. But in every picture I saw Kor and Dei got my undivided attention." I said as I noticeably moved my eyes down to her sports bra covered chest.

"Really Hansen? I swear if it's not the fans it's you. What's y'all deal with this Kor and Dei nonsense?" She huffed. I knew how much this topic annoyed her because of her body sensitivity, but I'd do everything in my power to make her feel as beautiful as we all see her to be.

"DJ why are you staring at me like that? It's starting to get a little creepy."

"Sorry. I was taught to admire art because you never know how long it's gonna be around." I replied with a smirk. Before she could even respond I felt a hand harshly collide with the back of my head.

"Really Dinah, is that the best your father has taught you?" She laughed and then turned to my computer screen to talk to Manz. "Mani I'm so sorry you have to deal with that. She has no game just like her father." They both looked at me and started glaughing.

"I don't care, I don't care. It's true."