𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔈𝔵𝔦𝔱 ✪ ybn | 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

VIII

      "Making things happen without consent."

     "Hanney, what exactly do you mean?" Blaze was in shock.

       "I know you're under stress right now, but a new movie is coming out and we need a soundtrack, a album for it. We've decided to pair you and YBN Nahmir. A alternative match!" Hanney says, cheers.

       "No, no, no, Hanney; you know I'm working on a new album at the moment!" Blaze said. She didn't want to be in the studio twenty-four seven with Nick.

    "About your new album, we're postponing that. You'll need to focus on this soundtrack you two are preparing for the next two months," Hanney looks through a sack of papers.

     Blaze stares at her in disbelief, "I can't believe this."

     Blaze sits on the on the velvet couch she had bought last week. She had moved from her house into a mini mansion on the coast of L.A. with security; she figured since she was getting more attention(for the cause of YBN still being a newly fresh crew that she decided to hang with one night), she didn't need her secret life to be blown from its cover.

     "You two will start collaborating in two days!" Hanney says, jumping in excitement. Blaze watches the latina jump in joy, partially glaring at her.

     Hanney noticed, "What?~"

     Blaze shakes her head, letting her back rest against the white soft, furry couch pillows. She sighs as she rubs her temples.

    First I remembered the boy who did me dirty, now I have to work on a professional album with him? She thought, Nick isn't even that lyrical. All he talk about is girls, pussy, money, drugs, and guns. Nothing emotional nor about love.

     She rolls her eyes. Hanney noticed Blaze in her thoughts as she sits beside her, "You know you can tell me anything, Blaze."

      "I'm fine, Hanney. Thank you," Blaze smiled, falsely.

      Hanney frowned, "Okay. I'm going home; I'll be back in two days for your collaboration."

        Blaze nods, "Alright."

Hanney grabs her sachet, walking out of the front door, leaving Blaze alone.

      She stands from the couch going up the grande stairs into her all white and black bedroom, going to her bathroom. She strips and climbs carefully into the shower. Letting the water pelt onto her skin and hair, she drowned in her thoughts.

     It's going to be hard working with him. It's clear he doesn't know a thing about love. The topic of the album is love, hate, and sex... I wish Lulu was in my position for the album, but her name isn't signed and she only got one song out. I hate to admit it, but her flow is horrible, she thought as she scrubbed her body with her white strawberry wash, about getting signed, maybe I should stop being stubborn and get signed to one of the hundreds of record labels that's pending for me. Maybe I can sign with Def Jam Music Records with Rihanna.

          After rinsing the suds from her body, she turns off the showering faucet and steps over the small ledge of the marbled floored shower.

        Air drying, deodorizing, and lotioning , she finds a t-shirt and undergarments, sliding them on. She grabs a rubber band, placing her damp hair into a messy bun.

      She climbs in bed, beginning to doze off.

      "Girl! Wake the fuck up, bitch!" Lulu shoves Blaze. Blaze groans, sitting up, shoving her back.

      "Don't be shoving me. How did you get into my house? How did you even find my room?" Blaze asked, scratching her head. Lulu was the last person she wanted to see at the moment; she was terribly annoying.

       "You're acting like I've never been over here before."

     "Maybe because you've only been here once—man, Lulu, don't touch that!" Blaze gasps as Lulu touches her journal of unheard of songs. Blaze quickly climbs from her bed, snatching the chrome colored journal from Lulu.

       Lulu frowned, "What is it? I want to know."

  "It's my book of songs that I didn't let a producer produce yet."

      Blaze held the book to her chest.

   "You're acting like I'm going to steal your lyrics, calm down," Lulu flips her blonde weave, rolling her eyes.

       "You wouldn't know how to sing them even you tried," Blaze throws shade as Lulu gasps.

     "You just going to rub it in my face that I can't sing? Okay, I see how it is. I can rap, though; I'm gucci," she says.

      "Girl–" Blaze stops herself from revealing the truth.

    "Hm?" Lulu seemed unbothered, "Let's go to the mall."

      "With who's cash?" Blaze quirked a eyebrow.

   "Nahmir gave me a thousand dollars this morning," Lulu struts in her blue tube dress and sandals out the bedroom door.

       Blaze rolls her eyes at her. She probably begged Nahmir for that money, worser yet, did something in favor for it. Blaze knew Lulu was a gold digger who was milly rocking people's pockets, but you have to make a living somehow.

     Blaze got dressed into camouflage jeans, a navy green t-shirt, and her black suede Pumas. She lets half her hair down, white two buns sat on her head. She walks downstairs, passing Lulu. Lulu follows her into the garage and climbs into Blaze's choice of car.

      "I might need to call security once I'm there," said Blaze as she pulls out of her garage.

       She needed to go somewhere to het her mind off the stress and such. Lulu wasn't helping because she was Nahmir's girlfriend. Blaze wasn't jealous, but she couldn't sit right with the fact she'd kissed her friend's boyfriend without hesitation at all.

    No hesitation, whatsoever; the worst part is that she didn't halfly care.