Chapter Eight
Jordin POV
"Um, sorry."
I muttered as I felt my whole body heat up like the heating element on a stove. I wanted to die from severe embarassment. How could I have just stepped on his shoes like that???
"It's all good." Kyle answered with I think a hint of smile in his voice. I say 'I think' because I am literally staring at our feet and the dark pavement under them. He's wearing Air XX3's.
"Sorry for um, stepping on your shoes."
My head was bowed down in shame, and I worried that from his point of view if I resembled The Grudge, with- LET IT BE KNOWN: the grudge with much healthier, silkier hair.
"It's all good." He repeated. "Are you nervous?" He asked me.
"Is it obvious?" I swallowed hard. He could see right through me. My body is tingling in uncomfortable warmth.
"Pretty much." He answered quickly.
I used my right hand to comb my hair from my face while I courageously lifted my head to look at him. "Well can you blame me?" I shot sheepishly. "You're like...famous."
Now his eyes flew to the ground. "Barely..."
"Yeah ok." A smile hit his face at my remark.
Gaining confidence, I pulled my hair behind my ear. "So are you going to give me your real name anytime soon or....?" I asked.
'Kyle' scaredly held on to my gaze.
He had light skin, visibly smooth lips, serious eyes, and he was tall. Six feet roughly. He had on a red fitted that did him justice, grey sweat pants and a casual black tee. His eyes trailed to his iPhone 5s where he was engaged in some text conversation.
He shifted on his Air XX3's. "Roger."
I smiled. "Roger."
Diggy POV;
Text Conversation
Diggy: TELL HER YOUR REAL NAME DUMBASS -___-
Diggy: Tell her how nice she looks
Diggy: Give her a hug!
Diggy: and keep your hands high. 😑
Diggy: Tell her she's beautiful
Diggy: No gorgeous
Diggy: 😁 no beautiful
Roger: k .. Chill out tho
I sighed peeling my eyes away from my phone for the first time in fifteen minutes. I am now in my dressing room. It was large and welcoming, square, with black hardwood floors and three long fuzzy black couches. Everything else in the room was a brown, like the vanity in the corner and the desk and the walls and doors. It had this whole expensive-cottage-in-the-forest appeal. Behind my closed door I could hear faint talking from crew that were packing things up to go home.
Usually after a show the first thing I do is flop over on one of the couches in the dressing room from exhaust but today I can't. Pretty easy to guess why. I looked back down at my phone.
Diggy: What is she saying now?
I felt like my legs were going to give out at any second. I typed again.
Diggy: ????
Sending Roger as Kyle to meet Ms.Anonymous was entirely all my idea, and I'm pretty okay with it.... But this is do or die for me!
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Ms.Anonymous, A Diggy Simmons Love Story
Fiksi PenggemarJordin didn't want to go Diggy's show in NY. Her best friends forced her. She ALSO didn't want to be chosen by Diggy to go on stage and be rapped too. She barely even likes him. And this only caused problems with her friends how out of all the die h...