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( y'all in yo feelings, so finneee😂 old yas is back, but y'all gotta remember yas is famous now. if i need a pic and her face claim don't got it, it's gon be rihanna and y'all better go w it.... they interchangeable )
yasmin
"Yasmin are you here to see Melo tonight?"
I had been avoiding Melo for two years now. I was never really tryna see him. That's why I ain't come back here unless it was for work or family.
Zo and Kenya had been legally married for about a year now. But, they never had a wedding. Kenya want it perfect and Zo wanted Kenya to be happy. So finally after two and a half years, Kenya had perfected it to the T. That's why I was back.
"Yasmin are you single?"
Single wasn't even the word for what I was . I hadn't seen, let alone been in contact with a dick.... well, except Melo's.
At first I thought I would. I flirted as I looked for another Carti situation. But it never worked. Whether it was with Chris Brown, Drake, Rakim (A$AP Rocky), and even Algee Smith, I'd always find myself back at square one, going through Melo's IG page to feel at home.
I'd hang out with the friends I'd make in the industry, but it wasn't the same. Those weren't my real friends.
Melo and I didn't talk much. He was the only person I wanted to talk to yet I couldn't bring myself to pick up the phone and call him. Either his pride was as big as mine or he just really ain't care no more.
When we ended up together, for whatever family event, we would always find ourselves fucking. But it wasn't making love like we used to. It was just so heated and coated with frustration. Like we were making a point to each other without speaking it out loud.
I didn't know what he had going on. I stopped keeping up with the media when I started to "news" about me that ain't make no sense. But I assumed he was single too.
"Yasmin where is Drake?"
"Shit, how am I supposed to know... home?" I shrugged at the reporter who had violently shoved their recording device in my face. I would have ignored her if she ain't get in my bubble like that. I had become pretty good at blocking out paparazzi.
"So you and Drake don't have sexual relations?"
"Nigga—" I was bout to curse her out, but a hand attached to my lower back back, pushing me forward.
"Easy." Zayn spoke under his breath as we made our way into the back entrance of the stadium. Showing my pass to the man who stood at the door, I was allowed entrance.
