Protector.

22.

Wynter.

"Girl I most definitely talk to someone. I don't have time to be around Kentrell, I could careless if he's back to doing his music thing. He has my support without needing me to be there," I replied to Anastasia as she was trying to get me to come see Kentrell work at the studio. "Last time I checked I was an irrelevant bitch," I added while shaking my head in disbelief. It was irking me that Kentrell was making everything seem like i was the root of the problem. When in reality he's the one with the baby on the way by some girl while he was fucking me. That was a low blow even for him. He made it seem like I was the only bitch he was fucking, period. But I just should've known honestly.

"Girl just come to be with me I don't wanna go by myself," she admitted sounding saddened.

I sighed, "I'll stay for ten minutes but soon as he gets loud with me and gets to cursing me out," I pointed to myself, "I'm gone."
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I entered the building seeing all the guys were standing around outside of the recording rooms. "Hey what's going on?" I wondered looking at everyone except Kentrell. "It's a mix up they trying to figure out where he supposed to be," Stasia filled me in while Ben, Three, and Joe each engulfed me in for a hug.

"Been a long time my good sis," Ben teased, "this yours?" He yanked my hair.

I pushed his arm back causing him to laugh, "stop playing and where's KD?" I wondered looking at Stasia. She shrugged slightly, "he's with Boom they on the way." I nodded my head slightly. My eyes glanced at Kentrell as he was standing there twisting his hair, pretending to be invested in the conversation. He had on some grey sweats with a tan colored hoodie and red flannel jacket over that. Suddenly his eyes fell to me and he didn't bother looking away as quickly as I did.

Moments later someone came and sorted everything out for him. Then we went into a room with couches and snacks on the table. Kentrell wasted no time getting in the booth as the engineer was hooking everything up.

I sat on the chair next to the engineer since there wasn't anywhere else to go.

I stared at my phone screen to avoid making any type of contact with him. "Ready when you are," the man spoke to him through the mic. "Ok," Kentrell mumbled.

The smell of weed suddenly filled the air and I looked over my shoulder seeing them smoking of course, along with eating the snacks and joking around as usual. I placed my hand on my cheek resting it, finally deciding to look at Kentrell. He hummed which made me sit up in my seat a bit. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oooh yeah. Slime..."

"Daffeny wrote me and she said dat'chu for me like i ain't already for somebody. But I responded and I tol' her I'm good I'm hurt inside I can't trust nobody.. I need a girl who gon'tell me dat we good hol' me down and show me how to love.."

"I need a woman who gon' teach me how to do when they come 'round she don't never give a fuck.."

I looked back at Stasia who was smiling ear to ear, "who is this shit about?" She then shrugged pretending as if she didn't know.  I shook my head realizing Kentrell was possibly directing this towards me, unless I was overthinking a tad? He was talking about a girl riding in the car holding the stash of drugs, I knew all too well it was about me. When we were around 16, we were on our way to a party and we got pulled over. I stashed the shit in my panties, I couldn't believe I had done that.. Even till this day I'm surprised with myself.

I was intrigued by his words and the way they flowed from his mouth so angelically. This man was talented without a doubt in my mind.

Kentrell stopped a few lines later and shook his head, "that's it for today," he said yanking off the headphones.