Insecure Too (Completed)

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Before y'all read this chapter I just wanna say, I know that a lot of y'all want Yaz and Tae to just be together already and that's cool. I know, y'all thinking omg she really broke up with Tae and he ain't even cheat. Yes she did. Yeah they loved each other so ideally they would have stayed together. But lol that's not how their story goes. That's too cliche and y'all know how I feel about being cliche lol. I personally believe love is a journey and this is theirs. I hope that y'all enjoy the twists and turns of their journey. Also lol this chap long as hell. So can I get some love for all my work lmao? Better be glad cuz I don't know when I'm updating again lol. Thanks for the support 💜.

Baby j

Devonte

I ain't really wanna come back to Indiana. Not even on no shady shit. Truth, I loved my family and I missed all their crazy asses while I was touring. Another truth, although I loved being a rapper and entertainer, touring was tiring. I was ready to sleep in a bed that wasn't at no hotel.

The reason I wasn't jumping up and down about returning to Indiana was simple. I had a lotta ghosts there. Memories I wanted to forget created there. And people I couldn't forget resided there.

But shit, my nigga was graduating. I was so mothafucking proud of his ass. I always thought I would be right up there with him, but when I signed, I ended up dropping out so I could tour and shit. That ain't stop me from finishing though. I got my Bachelors of Arts last year, finishing my credits through an online program. So ya nigga had a degree. That was for my moms. The rap shit? That was for me.

It still amazed me how I came so far in so little time. In my eyes, I wasn't shit, just Devonte from the block. But when I stepped out on a stage, and seen the thousands of people screaming my name, a nigga felt blessed. Because I really loved this shit, and I always felt privileged to have so many people who wanted to hear what I had to say. It was like before, I was just a black boy, from the hood and now I was still a black boy from the hood, but I had a mic, and people were listening.

That shit was an adjustment. I went from Raman noodles and canned ravioli to meals at five star restaurants, tryna order off menus I couldn't pronounce. It wasn't like I wanted to change either. I ain't get into this industry for the lifestyle, not necessarily. I was the same nigga that shied away from the streets, and the streets could give you lifestyle.

So don't get me wrong, my ass still shopped at the same stores and I still drove the same car and I still ate ramen some nights just cuz I ain't wanna ever forget where I came from. And when I say that, I'm referring to who I was after my pops was locked up, when I was living with my moms and my brother, and she was just barely putting food on the table.

One thing that never changed was that I wasn't into the party scene. And these parties ain't have shit on the ones back in Indy. These niggas was wild. Like rich people just partied on another level.

I stood outside the Indianapolis airport, waiting on Trey's ass. I actually had packed pretty light for my trip, figuring I could get anything I might need up here. Not that my ass would need much. I wasn't planning on staying too long, I was kind of feeling like I would get bored up here. I just got to Indiana and already the vibe was aggravating. Everything was just so damn slow. I felt dumb as hell waiting on Trey in my shades. It had been my manager's idea to try and remain incognito in Indiana. When I mentioned I ain't want my fam getting bothered while I was up in Indy, he suggested I sneak to Indy and leak to the public that I was overseas somewhere. My slow ass forgot where I was actually supposed to be at. The good news was it ain't seem like nobody outside this airport gave a fuck about me and my overpriced shades.

Waiting on Trey gave me time to think about someone I had been trying not to think about. Yazmine Carter. I briefly wondered if it would be possible to avoid her completely. I can't front, I really ain't even think about her until Trey asked if I wanted to see her. Yeah, I knew they asses was like practically related which I ain't understand. They both had real siblings they ain't need each other that bad, but shit.