I don't need me a basketball player, all I need is somebody that's down for me. And he don't have to have money his love is just like honey..
1 week later
Shauntrell Pender
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"My fault." I said walking inside Tip's office seeing a meeting happening between some artists on the label.
"Why you late ?" Tip asked looking at me.
"I woke up late." I told him honestly.
"Sit." He said and I sat in one of the chairs next to Brandon and he smirked.
"Get alil girlfriend and can't show up on time."
"Nigga shut up." I looked over at him. "I don't have no fucking girlfriend."
"Me and JB already know you like that Marie girl."
"Brandon quit damn talking to me." I rolled my eyes. I wasn't really in the mood cause I didn't sleep.
He mocked my voice making me slap his arm.
"Ouch." He rubbed it and I noticed Tip had stopped talking. He stared at us for a second before talking again.
"I'll email the beat tonight, we recording tommorow morning. The record is called friends." He told us and I nodded feeling my phone vibrate twice in my hand.
"Don't forget were recording tommorow at 3 ! And we shooting the video this Friday!" He announced as we all were walking out.
"Dang Tok you missed the whole thang." Booke said giving me a hug as we stood out in the lobby.
"Shit, I know." I shook my head glancing down at my phone seeing Marie text me back.
"What you bout to get into lata ?" He asked and I shrugged.
"Prolly hit the galleria." I shrugged and he licked over his lips.
"Chill out, bra. My dawg got a girlfriend." Brandon wrapped his arms around my shoulder making me frown.
"Damn what happen to yaya ?" Booke asked me
"I never dated that girl and I don't have a girlfriend so stop telling people that." I pushed Brandon's annoying ass.
"Aight, Tok." Booke walked off and I continued down the hall walking out to my car.
