CORIE'S POV
I couldn't believe that I was in New York. I've never been anywhere outside of Atlanta and I was so happy to have this opportunity. I've been here for a week so far and it has been filled with action. I've met new models, made new friends, and even some enemies. Actually more like jealous bitches who can't handle when someone else has the spotlight. I couldn't help it if I was pretty and the agents loved me. Blame it on my parents for making such a beautiful creature. Anyway, I'm now laid up in my hotel room I share with one other girl. Her voice is kinda annoying but she's nice so I've learned to deal with it. Its around 9 o'clock and I should be sleep but Im waiting on a FaceTime call from Pryce. He says he's gonna be in the house by 10:30 the latest so I'm struggling to stay awake just for him. Im scrolling on Instagram and I see Pryce posted a picture 30 minutes ago with two other guys and 3 girls. Pryce was in the middle surrounded by all of them. I liked the picture and commented, "👀👀", under it. I went on his page because I haven't lurked on it for awhile. I see this wasn't the first time he took pictures with those girls and some pictures were as a group and others were separate. I looked through the comments of one of the pictures with him and one girl and just as I thought people were "shipping" them.
@lickmycandy_ says, "Y'all would make a cute couple😩😍😍"
@tyn_247 says, "Why isn't she your girlfriend?👀👀😍😍😍😍"
@bitch.bye says, "MARRY HER!!💯💯"
Like bitch what? I've been his girlfriend for 5 years and I don't even have a ring on my finger. I decided on being petty and commented on each post when it was him and one girl by themselves and said,
@corie.slays_ says, "Otp😍"
@corie.slays_ says, "Tryna get like yall😪😩👅"
@corie.slays_ says, "Wish that was me next to you.☹️"
I laugh at myself and my pettiness and I get off Instagram to go straight to Snapchat. He posted something 20 minutes ago, so I click on his story and see that it's a video of them listening to some song. I skipped it. Next snap was Pryce in the booth rapping but he wasn't recording, the camera turned and I see it was one of the girls recording. She wasn't even that cute so why is she on his snap. I told Pryce that if you're gonna have a bitch on your snap, make sure she's better looking than me. I lock my phone, not even trying to finish watching his shit, and got under the covers opening my MacBook Air. Its 9:30 and I just decide to watch Netflix until Pryce called me. IF he called me.
10:00 p.m
So, I'm going to sleep because Pryce is taking forever and I'm tired. I know he said 10:30 but ya girl can't stay up any longer. I put my phone on the charger and cut of the light. As soon as I did that, I hear the FaceTime ringtone. I sigh and cut back on the light and answered the call.
*FACETIME CALL*
"Hello Mr. Watkins."
"Baby why you being petty under my pics."
"No idea what you're talking about." I say trying to hold in my laugh.
"You wanna play dumb?" He chuckles and shakes his head.
"Can you stay still please, all the moving making me dizzy."
He sets me down and I see him looking through the fridge.
"What should I eat? Hamburgers and fries or hot dogs and fries?" He says and looks back at the phone.
"Hamburgers duh." He nods and takes out the hamburger meat getting ready to season it.
His phone vibrates once, then twice, and then three times.
"Who is texting your phone?" I ask making a face. He looks at me and turns back to what he was doing.
"Pryce I will hang up on you." He smirks.
"You always think you scaring somebody when you say that. It's a free country, you can do what you want." I nod and hang up. It doesn't take long for him to call back.
"You wanna play games?"
"You said it's a free country." I say turning away from the camera and cutting off the light.
"You going to bed?" He ask while putting two patties in the pan.
"In a little bit. You never answered my question though."
"Which was?" He ask taking a seat on the counter.
"Who was that texting your phone? Don't play fucking dumb." I roll my eyes.
"It was nobody, I swear."
"Mhmm okay whatever. Well tell nobody that you have a fucking girlfriend and not to blow up your phone." He shakes his head and I turn over so that my back was to the camera and went to sleep aggravated. Why couldn't he just tell me who was texting him. What's with all the games?
"Corie?"
"I know you hear me."
"Baby stop acting like that."
Last thing I heard was him calling my name and then I heard the call end.
