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And babe I'm fist-fighting with fire just to get close to you. Can we burn something, babe? And I run for miles just to get a taste Must be love on the brain That's got me feeling this way (feeling this way) It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good And I can't get enough Must be love on the brain yeah And it keeps cursing my name (cursing my name) No matter what I do, I'm no good without you And I can't get enough Must be love on the brain
*knock knock knock*
I suck my teeth. "What I'm busy!" I yell aggressively pulling my headphone off.
The whole point of my studio was for no one to disrupt me. This is my space, my only escape. I thought I made that clear to everyone.
"I have somewhere to be, can you watch Nadine till I come back?" Onika yells from the other side of the door.
"I'm busy ask the kids" I roll my eyes.
"The kids are at school Rihanna. Can you unlock the door?" She fidgets with the door knobe twisting it as if it'd open like that.
Before I open the door I make sure to spray some febreeze so the smell of weed isn't as strong.
"Zisel is homeschooled stop making shit difficult and leave her home" I mumble as I unlock the door.
Before me stood Onika all dolled up with Nadine on her hip. "You're busy huh?" Onika says pushing me aside invading my privacy.
Her nose scrunches up once she catches a wiff of the strong essence of marijuana.
"Can you get out?!" I yell. Onika looks at me up and down, her brows raised.
"I don't need Nadine inhaling this.." I lower my voice. I ain't even mean for it to come out that harsh but this some strong ass weed.
Onika is silent for a few seconds before deciding to walk out the booth. "Where you going anyways?" I rub my hands through my face following behind her.
"Nowhere, since you can't watch your child for a few hours" She continues walking away.
"How long you gone for?" I sigh.
"Nah forget it. Go back to your work"
"Onika.."
"Rihanna it's fine!" She yells finally turning to face me.
Zisel's P.O.V
Today is the day. I've been contemplating this for months now, hopefully everything goes to plan.
"You have an assessment tomorrow Zisel stop drifiting off into space" Mrs. Davis warns tapping my paper.
"I'm sorry what were you saying?" I fix my posture trying to look as attentive possible.
