Grey

16

After a successful day in the studio we hopped back in the car and I took baby girl to a Fat Burger.

I swear food makes this girl happier than I do.

I ordered what she wanted and we say in the parking lot eating and laughing finally catching a break.

She was bringing out a side of me that took people years to get out.

I was back on my turf, I should be in control but I'm not. Aurakae has me in the palm of her hand and she ain't even know it.

My train of thought was interrupted by my phone blasting.

I answered it, putting it on speaker.

"Jacques. I'm getting real sick of your shit. Where have you been? Why is that chick with you? I sent you to Jamaica to get away from the stress and refresh yourself to finish this fucking album and you go and find some fucking hoe to drag around? Are you kidding me? Do you know what the blogs are saying? I thought you didn't date. I thought you didn't need the distractions. What the fuck Travis."

Nat blasted through the speakers of my phone and I was too shocked to take it off speaker.

I glanced at Aurakae and she had a look on her face that I've never seen before.

Her eyebrow was raised and her thick lips were pressed together she looked at the phone as if Nat was sitting there.

Narrowing her eyes at it and smirking.

I looked at the phone.

"JACQUES! ANSWER ME!" She screamed.

"Nat." I said tensely.

"Oh so you are there." She said snidely.

"Yeah I am."

"I hope that little orange hoe ain't with you." She said offhandedly.

"I'm right here actually. Is there something you'd like to say to me directly?" Kae said, her voice was strong, commanding and challenging.

It was sexy as fuck.

The call cut off.

I looked over at her and she was staring at the phone.

She turned to the car door opened it and got out. I got out of my side and walked around to her.

I walked towards her and as soon as I was a step a way she shot her arm out to stop me from coming closer.

"Jacques," She said, breathing deeply.

"Is there a reason you didn't stop her from saying that negative shit about me?" She asked.

I knew I was fucked.

"Babe..." I said holding her hand and pulling it to my side.

"No." She said pulling away from me.

"Kae, stop." I pleaded pulling towards her.

"No. You just allowed her to call me a hoe and all this other shit. You told me you were going to protect me. You brought me to a place I don't know and you allow people to say whatever the fuck they want to about me? Is that the type of relationship I signed up for?" She asked, staring at me the hurt in her eyes.

"I don't even give a fuck about her, whoever the fuck she is. Because I don't fucking know her, and she doesn't know a bloodclaat thing about me." She said walking up to me and staring me down.

"What I fucking care about is the bloodclaat fact that the guy I'm here with to love and support can't even fucking stand up for me."

"Fuck you Travis." She said and got in the car.

I clenched my jaw.

She doesn't call me Travis. She hasn't called me Travis before.

She was right. That was a pussy move.

I just don't know how to fix it.

I got back in the car.

She had her phone in hand and was scrolling through Twitter it seemed.

I needed to apologize. I just didn't know what to say.

I started the car and drove back to the house.

I turned to her to start talking and before I could get a word out she was out the car grabbing the keys to the front door from the dash and heading towards the house.

I sighed and got out the car, locking it and running into the house after her.

"Kae!" I shouted at her as she went up the stairs.

I followed her up to her room and saw her kick her shoes off and sit on top of the sheets.

"Babe. Will you listen?" I asked her, standing in front of the bed.

She glanced at me with this emotionless look on her face and it killed me more.

"I'm new to this. I don't do relationships, and I know that's no excuse but I'm not perfect, I'm trying. I admit that I should've said something and told her to shut the fuck up and stop disrespecting you because you're my girl and that's my responsibility but you have to help me out. I'm trying to learn and be better for you."

I said.

Her expression didn't change. She looked me right in the eyes and then picked her phone up.

"My name is trending." She said.

"My name is trending, it's not because of my art, it's not because of my talent. It's because I got a one in a million chance of dating my favorite rapper." She said, shaking her head.

That hit me where it hurt.

"Are you ashamed of that? Of me?" I asked, hurt heavy in my voice.

"You?" She laughed.

"Fuck no." She said getting off the bed.

"I'm ashamed of myself." She walked to her closet grabbing shorts and a tank top from her suitcase.

"Now. Any recognition I get from my work isn't gonna be deserved, it's gonna be because my boyfriend is Travis Scott." She said, stripping.

"Leeching off your fame wasn't my intention."

She pulled her change of clothes on and tossed the dirty ones in the laundry basket and went back to laying down.

"You deserve everything. You're talented as fuck. You think I don't see those photographs on Instagram? You're well rounded and that dancing? Baby girl. All I'm doing is being the platform you use to rise to the level you deserve to be on."

I pulled her towards me kissing her on the forehead as she wrapped her arms around my torso.

"I'm putting my trust in you Jacques." She said into my neck.

"I know. I won't tell you that I won't let you down, but I can tell you that if I ever do I won't give up til I make it right."

She nodded and kissed my lips softly, a smile dancing across her face.