Ours For The Taking

chapter 5: I didn't do anything

(8 AM, NICKI'S POV)

I opened my eyes and turned off my alarm. "Safaree get up." I groan, throwing a pillow at him. He didn't move. "Come on we gotta leave soon." I hit him. 

He got up and threw the pillow back at me. "Why are we up so early?" He asks. "It's not that early. I have to call into these radio stations, then we have to go to the fashion show."

"So why am I up?"

"Please get up. We can't be late again." I say. "Nic. I'm not getting up." He whines, laying back down. I walked out and went downstairs. I call into the first radio station.

(AFTER BOTH INTERVIEWS, 9:15 AM)

I get up from the couch and go upstairs. Safaree is still asleep. "Get up!" I yell. "Nic I'm so tired.."

"Then stay here."

"Don't be like that.."

"No, because if you don't wanna get up, then you can just stay your lazy ass in bed." I snap, going into the bathroom and getting my shower ready. I washed up and then got out. I put on my robe and went to my closet.

The buzzer downstairs buzzed. I went down stairs and pressed the button. "It's us!" Joyce says. I press the other button and unlock the door. They pulled up seconds later.

"What's wrong?" Oscar asked, holding the door for Joyce. "Nuffin." I lied. We all went upstairs to the closet and makeup room.

"Ok where is Trina with the outfits I told her to bring?" I say. "She said she's on her way." Joyce replied, starting on my makeup.  

(10:00, 30 MINUTES BEFORE SHOW)

Everybody is ready to go except for me, even Safaree was ready. "This doesn't look right." I say. I stood in the mirror and adjusted my clothing. "The jacket doesn't go." Safaree added. "Hand me the black one."

"Okay let's go." I sigh, grabbing Safaree's arm. I spot the wedding ring on his finger. "Hold up."

I go back into the room, grab my wedding ring and run back to the door. We pile into the large van and the driver drives off.

When we got there, I saw a lot other celebrities on the red carpet. I waved Safaree over so we could go pose for paparazzi. They love us. If only they knew.. My bodyguards guided me to the building entrence, and I held onto Safaree's jacket until we sat down.

The music started and the skinny models strutted down the runway. Everyone, including me, hand their Iphones out, recording them.

After it was over, Safaree walked us back outside, and into the van. I sat my head on Safaree's shoulder and closed my eyes. "You guys are so cute." Joyce says. I quickly opened my eyes and lifted my head up. Safaree laughed.

The van dropped Safaree and I off at home. I changed into comfortable clothes and fell into bed. "Nope. We gotta go to Wayne's studio." Safaree says. "Safareeee." I whine.

"Nope. I wanted to sleep this morning and you wouldn't let me."

"Yea but that's different."

"Not really."

I rolled my eyes and got up. I put my Uggs on and tied my hair up. "Carry me?" I ask, holding my arms out. He picked me up and carried me downstairs, outside and then into the passengers seat of his car.

(AT THE STUDIO)

"Nicki We're here." Safaree told me, and I opened my eyes. We both push our doors up, get out, and pull them back down. Wayne was outside. "Hey babe." I breathe, hugging him.

"Hey Nic. I gotta talk to you. In private." He says the last part looking at Safaree. "Okay.." Safaree goes in the room and Me and Wayne stay outside. "What's up?" I ask. "I dropped Drake."

"From-"

"Young Money. Mhhm."

"W-Why?"

"You know the fuck why. I'm so fuckin disappointed in you. Ya know I was this close to droppin yo ass too. You can leave."

"I-I don't know wha-"

"I said you can leave."

You know when someone you look up to says they're disappointed in you? That shit hits home. I started crying, so I ran into the studio room. I grabbed Safaree's hand and we left.

he pulled over on the side of the highway. "Baby what's wrong?" He asks, wiping my tears. "Drake got dropped from the label. All because of me! But I don't know how! I didn't do anything!" I cried.

"Call him when we get home. We gon see what's up. Just please don't cry." He pleaded. I wipe my tears and he drives off again. "My career was almost over. And I just ruined Drake's!"

"Look maybe if you find out what happened then you can persuade Wayne to sign him back."

I opened twitter on my phone and EVERYBODY was takin shots at me. I guess the word got around. The barbz were trying to fight them off.

@NICKIMINAJ: It's not my fault guys...idek what's going on

I pressed the home button and deleted twitter off of my phone, along with instagram. I powered it down and threw it to the bottom of my bag. "Take me to Drake's house." I whisper. "Nic I'm no-"

"Take me to Drake's house!"

When we arrived, I unlocked the gate and run up to the house. I pounded on the door. "What?"

I pulled him into a hug. "Nic it's okay. I'm quitting."

"What?" I started backing up. "I-I did something really terrible and I accidentally brought you into it. I begged Wayne not to drop you."

"Wh-what did you do?" I ask. "Don't worry about it. Goodnight." He turned me around and I waved.

(AT HOME)

"Safaree can you help me?" I ask, walking into my studio. All I remember after that was falling asleep with my head on the studio table.

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Heey. I need some baby names for my other story :(( lmao help me?