1. Dancing For Mr. Alsina

5. Date Night

Jasmine.

It's been a week since that night on the rooftop and neither one of us has brought it up. I told Shay and she nearly had a heart attack. She was more happy than I was, but deep down inside I was glad it happened too. I just don't want to hurt Isaiah. Speaking of him, he's taking me out to dinner tonight before the show because as soon as the show is done, we're back on the road.

"Jas," Shay called.

I put down my curling wand then walked back into the room.

"Yeah," I leaned against the wall.

"Teyana just threw shade at you," She exclaimed.

"Nuh-uh," I dismissed her.

She held up her phone to show me.

"I know everything that goes on on this tour so try again," I read aloud. "This could mean anything," I laughed.

Recently, she asked me if there was anything going on between August and I. I denied it. I sense some type of hostility when I'm around her, but I know that she doesn't like him. Maybe she's mad about Isaiah. If so, I don't care.

"Totally taking shots at you," She shook her head.

"Oh well. I bet she won't throw hands," I joked while laughing.

She shook her head while laughing with me. "When she whoop ya ass, I bet you won't be laughing."

"Please. I can fight, but not over anything petty. Especially not a guy. If she want August, she can have him," I shrugged.

"That's true," She nodded.

I skipped back into the bathroom so I could finish my hair.

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I tugged on my pencil skirt after climbing out of the cab and walking up to the restaurant in awe. It was so beautiful with the white Christmas lights in the window and the lights were dim with candles on each table. Isaiah grabbed my hand and led me to the receptionist.

"Isaiah Rivers," He said with a smile.

The waitress nodded before grabbing our menus then leading us to a booth in the back. I slid into my side while Isaiah sat across from me with that million dollar smile.

"Wow. This is amazing," I beamed while looking around.

"Yeah. I figured you'd like it," He said with a nod.

"Well, thank you. I do." I smiled.

"So, when'd you know you wanted to be a dancer," He asked to stir up some conversation.

"I don't know. I used to wanna be like Aaliyah, the singer that is," I chuckled.

"Yeah. That Aaliyah we work with is something else," He chuckled while shaking his head.

"I'm not too fond of her. She's really mean, yet so pretty," I said while looking over the menu.

Chicken tenders sound really good right now. I thought to myself.

He chuckled. "I know, but we're not here to talk about them. I wanna talk about you."

I blushed while biting down onto my bottom lip. "Well, what do you want to know?"

"For starters, where you from," He reached across the table and touched my hand.

"Dallas, Texas," I flipped my hair over my shoulder with a smile.

"I knew I heard a country accent," He joked.

"Aye. Texas isn't even country," I defended my state.