Pac's pov I couldn't focus on the lyrics. She kept on coming back into my head. "Pac, what the fuck?" I shook my head at him. "Sorry Dre, lets go one more time." He nodded and restarted the track. This time we went all the way through. As soon as the track stopped I had the headphones off and was on my way out of the booth. "Pac where you goin?" I turned to look at Dre. "Outta here....I gotta meet someone." He shook his head and went back into the studio. I stopped at my house and changed into a white suit (Pac fans know what I'm talking about) and drove to the bar. When I got there I saw her talking to some guy. It made me feel some type o' way seeing this dude close to her. He wasnt that tall 5'8 maybe, he looked like a crackhead or somethin. But she hugged him and laughed, damn she was cute when she laughed. She walked behind the bar and handed him a water. Then she smiled at him, but it was more than that....the look in her eyes was love.....my girl was in love with some fucking white son of a.....
A/n: Sorry for the wait guys I had major writers block.....I'm trying to write more on all my stories so just bare with me..... Love ya Hailie
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