So India decided to go with me to the concert and as I told her, nothing bad happened and she didn't see anyone she didn't like. We had so much fun, like old times. Me and India and a few other girls used to always go to concerts back in our middle school and early high school days. Those were the days, I swear. If I could go back in time, I'd go back to that time period. Everyone was cool, there were no enemies, everyone simply just got along until we began drifting apart as high school went on. By graduation, it was just Me and India; to this day we're still super close.
All the other girls are still cool, they just have their other friends now I guess. And then their more into things like medical, dental, culinary, things like that and I'm more-so on the path to fame and riches. Don't get me wrong, I'll choose being rich over famous anyday because who cares if everyone knows who I am? We got to survive out here and I know my parents aren't going to be around to support me forever. I also want people to know my work though, so I guess that's where the fame part would fall in to play.
"What you thinking about?" Jason said as he walked up grabbing my waist from behind.
His touch is everything. Still gives me butterflies from time to time and we've known each other for years.
"Nothing. Don't scare me like that, I didn't even hear you coming." I said as I turned to face him. We were standing out back on the balcony of his house.
"I did not scare you. Don't be dramatic." He says. "I brought you some strawberry cheesecake." He handed me the slice of cake. I love strawberry cheesecake, it's my favorite.
"Thanks Jay." I said, taking a bite of my cake. "Why you being so nice? What you want?" I asked, giving him a little side eye.
He laughed at me. "Why I gotta want something? I just knew you would want some cheesecake." He said, smiling and takin another bite.
He definitely wants something. I don't know what, but I know him.
We ate the rest of the cake in silence, until eventually he said something. "So, I booked studio time. I'm gonna try to take my mysic more serious, you know? Why not... I don't do anything else with my life..." he said as he stabbed his cake with his fork, taking another bite.
"That's great Jay! I've been waiting for those words to come out yo mouth for forever now..." I said, looking at him. "But, why you seem upset? You booked studio time..." I continued.
"Yeah, but... I don't know. Let's just forget about it. Meet me at 730 S. Bickered street tonight at 9:00. I want you to be there." He said, making his way back inside.
"Is that the studio or something? What is that?" I asked, following him. He didn't say anything, so I didn't say anything else. He went inside the bathroom and closed the door.
*Ring Ring Ring
Jason's phone starts to ring. I slightly leaned over to see who it was, the name read "Bae" with some flirty emojis behind it. Jason hasn't mentioned anything about he had a "bae" or girlfriend. Whatever they are.
"Who is that?" He yelled from the bathroom.
"It's bae calling." I yelled back.
You almost instantly heard the toilet flush and the water from the sink quickly go on and off before he came flying out the bathroom door. He hurried to the phone, not answering it but more so like he didn't want me to see. I Already seen it though...
"Why'd you take the phone like that? Why didn't you tell me you were talking to someone?" I asked him. He didn't say anything, he just walked to the other side of the room.
"Jason," I said a bit louder, "why didn't you tell me? How long have you guys been dating?" I questioned.
"You trippin, Its nothing like that." He finally said.
"I'm tripping? It's nothing like that??? Then why's her name saved as 'bae'? Jason, I swear if you've been having sex with me while dealing with her..."
"Chill man, you really tripping right now. She just the homegirl, she changed her own name to bae in my phone." He said, but come on now, even he knows he's not doing a good job at lying right now.
"So why did she have your pho—" I had to stop myself, I mean I have to remember, he isn't even my man technically.
But he know's if he's talking to another girl, I'm not going to mess with him in that way because I wouldn't want a bitch calling my man her bestfriend and they were lowkey fucking behind my back. Me and him have been having tons of sex the past few weeks, only because I was under the impression he was single as fuck. Guess I need to do a bit more investigating myself.
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