N.E Heartbreak

Chapter 41

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Chapter 41
Lucile

2016

"If you don't put whatever it is that is making you act so stupid aside, we'll have a problem, niece." Uncle Brooke tells me. He only ever calls us niece when he's extremely mad at us.

"All I'm saying is, I don't feel comfortable with his hands on my waist." I glare at Luke.

I stopped practice of Something New because I didn't like the new part of the choreography Uncle Brooke added to the dance. It included Bryshere, Algee, and Luke dancing behind JJ, Kim, and I, respectively, as we sing the chorus and Woody, Elijah, and Keith dance behind us.

"Why can't you just listen, Lucile?" Bryshere throws out my whole name.

"Come on, LuLu," Keith sighs. "Just do it. We haven't even gotten through the entire song twice before you can usually complain."

"I don't care! I don't like it!" I stomp my foot like a child.

"What is your problem with me?" Luke explodes. I turn to him to glare even harder. "You frown and glare at me all the time. You snap at me when I don't do anything. You don't even want to dance with me. How are we going to film a movie in which you have to pretend to love me when you can't even to stand being in the same room as me?"

I just glare at him before answering. "You know what I don't like about you? You're a fake. You went Hollywood from New Orleans and turned bougie. You only date white girls and use the famous ones to climb the social ladder. So, that's my problem with you, Luke James Boyd. You're a bougie ass, social ladder climbing nigga who doesn't like the girls of his own race."

Everyone watches in shock at the fight going on. Everyone looks at Luke for a rebut. He just starts chuckling. He doubles over in laughter.

"What the hell is funny?" I ask, becoming even more irritated than before. He continues to laugh.

"I want to laugh too," Elijah whispers to Woody who nods. "It can't be that funny, right?"

"I guess so. He's still going." JJ says as she leans against Bryshere. They've become great friends because they have to play a married couple.

"Dumbass," I scoff as Luke finally stops laughing. "I'm going to the other studio to save myself from looking at that."

As I turn to leave, Luke grabs my wrist and spins me around. Before I can yell at him to stop touching me, his lips are on mine.

My eyes go wide in shock before they close and I let myself relax in his strong arms. The kiss seems to go on for forever until he pulls away.

"Miss Lucile Wallace-Tresvant, I am not bougie nor am I fake nor a social ladder climber. I do not only date white girls. The few that I have dated have ended up in the media because I'm a Grammy-nominated artist who has performed and worked with Beyoncé. I love black women more than anything on this planet. Without Black Girl Magic, I wouldn't have any Black Boy Joy." Luke says as he holds onto me.

I remain quiet as I try to get my thoughts in order.

"Speechless?" He chuckles softly. "Just know that you are one of the very few black women that have turned my head and made me want to drop to my knees to beg for your attention. You make me crazy every time you sing, dance— hell, every time you walk through the door."