Where I Wanna Be

Aaliyah's POV (At work on the phone with Nando)

"Bae, I gotta work. I'll come by your house tonight."

"Naw, my girl not about to be on the bus. Ima come pick you up."

I laugh "Ight, love you bye."

"Bye."

 "Say, Aaliyah, you not about to be on my phone, running the bill up. Get to work!" my annoying ass boss Clad says.

"I can't wait to I get some money, so I can quit-" GCO

"Yeah, but right now, you ain't got squat. Now, get to work!" Clad yells.

"I don't know who the hell he think he talking to". I mumble after he's out of ear shot.

"He talking shit again?" my friend Camille asks.

"Yass!  He blows me! I can't wait to quit this job." I say pouring a man his drink.

"You can. You know Nando'll support you."

"Yeah, but I only been with him for two years, and besides,  i ain't trying to take that lil boy's money."

"Haha, girl, it's better than being here every night serving this corny ass people."

"You right, but I'm good."

"Ight girl, lemme go wait these tables."

 I stand there pouring cups and looking at these tired ass people. It's a cool club, I guess. People stay in line, but nothing new happens. It's the same ole faces.  

 Letting Nando provide for me is a good idea, but I'm 23, just graduated from college, and I don't want to be leaning on him like that. But I don't want to lose him. In our two little baby years, he's been faithful, funny, and we met each ther's family. I never introduce any nigga to my family; it's too personal. But Nando's special. When we got together, I had just caught my boyfriend since high school sleeping with my best friend Marie, and he was there for me. Most boys would leave but not my boo.

    "Oh my god, girl, guess who just walked in?" Camilles says jumping up in down, snapping me out of my thoughs.

"Who?" 

"Guess"

"Bitch, ain't nobody got time for that. Who?"

"Ugh, August Alsina, Kirko Bangz, Trey Songz, Kendrick Lamar, and Drake! Omg, I'm in heaven."

I die laughing at her. For real, though? She has a boyfriend.

"Lemme Clay hear you saying that shit. "

"He know he my boo, but that's Drake. I can't, I can't"

"Omg, girl stop," I say laughing, " shouldn't you be waiting their tables?"

"I would be, but the went in the back to talk to Clad about getting VIP."

"Hmm." I say and get back to bartending.

"What you mean, 'hmm'? Like I didn't just say there's a group of sexy ass celebrities up in here."

"I don't care. They think they too special to dance with the regular folk up in the world then why did they come here?"

"It's not even like that you know how people be around famous people. They be thirsty."

"Like you?" I say, and she punches me. It hurt; this bitch strong.

"You know I love Drake. I'll do anything for one night with him."

"Anything?" a deep voice says. I look behind Camille and Drake's standing there.