INFATUATED| NBA YOUNGBOY

Chapter 2: Concert Day

It was like 11 in the morning when I woke up. I had to find something to wear tonight and figure out what I'm going to do to my hair. I had a few nice outfits in the closet so I went to go see. I could wear a black dress or this auburn top with the leggings.

Belizean did tell me to dress cute so I thought I would go with the dress. I decided I was gonna go back to sleep and wake up and get ready. I woke up at around 3:30 and jumped up.

"Shit! Okay calm down Ra. She said 5. You got enough time."

I grabbed my soap and lotion and phone and headed into the bathroom. I got in the shower and brushed my teeth and washed my body. It was 4:10 when I got out so I had to move quickly. I went into my room and dried off and out on my lotion and perfume. I put on my dress and slippers cause I am not walking down to her house in no damn heels. I put on my earrings and bracelets and then I curled my hair. I was bumping my playlist per usual. Gunna is my favorite artist. He's just so authentic.

Belizean shot me a text while I was doing my hair.

-Bestoo 🤞🏽👭: Pack a bag of clothes cus we staying in a hotel. I'm not gone feel like driving all the way back home after the concert. It's like a 40 minute drive.

-Me: Ight

I packed me some night clothes and some clothes for the next day. I packed my soap and lotion and shoes. At 4:50, I headed out the door and walked to her house. I knocked on the door and Belizean and I were semi matching.

"One time for the birthday bitch. Two time for the birthday bitchhh. Whaaaatt. Look so good wonder how it taste."

"Okurt. 18 inna Rogue who really fucking wimme doe?"

We took some pictures before we had left out and posted on IG and Snap. Everybody was geeking our head up saying we look good.

We left out the house and got in the car. Belizean plugged her phone in the aux and started playing YB. She had turned on Cross Me. I was trying so hard not to sing along but I had been listening to it damn near all night. I couldn't help myself though.

"I kept on begging you to stay, I couldn't hold on so please forgive me I wasn't strong"

Belizean turned down the radio.

"Since when you listen to YB?" She asked.

"I don't. I just know this song" I lied.

"Lying ain't it" she laughed.

I rolled my eyes. We had to be in the car for at least a hour bra. We finally arrived after forever. It was a long ass line outside. Belizean pulled out our tickets.

"Oh. Uhm. I forgot to tell you. I got us backstage passes." She winced as she said it like I was gone hit her.

"You did what? Belizean I didn't even wanna come in the first place now I gotta sit in the room with this nigga? Wow."

"I know Ra but I really wanna meet Baby Joe. I'm sorry. Just please come with me."

"Since it's your birthday, I will go but that's it, that's all"

"Eeee yes. Let's go"

We got out the car and walked to the line. We handed the guard our tickets and went in. We had front row tickets.