Insecure Too (Completed)

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Author's Note: First- huge shoutout to everyone who supported me. Especially unorthodox_bliss my first patron! She's so freaking inspiring y'all. If you want to support me, dm me, I got cashapp, venmo, zelle lmao allat.

Lemme know what y'all think of this chapter. It's about to hit hard.

Yazmine

After my experience in the park, Devonte was hesitant to leave Indiana. He kept saying he didn't want me there by myself. I reassured him that I would be fine. The compromise is I now had security. They stayed outside the apartment building, keeping watch at night, and tailed me wherever I went. I drew the line at them following me to class. They still came to campus, but they posted up outside the classroom.

The security detail was made up of two guys, G and Dos. Or at least that's how Tae introduced them to me, and they never disputed him. To be honest, they never said much of anything, they were just -there. Two hulking shadows.

G was about six five and solid muscle. Light skin Black man, reddish hair, freckles. A lil African American ginger. He had a friendly, boyish face, but some hardcore eyes.

Dos was the nicer one. He was olive skinned, six two ish, green eyes, black hair and tattoos everywhere but his face. They sprawled across his muscled arms and crept up his neck.

I had slowly gotten used to their presence, as the weeks dragged on. It kinda scared me how normal it became to have them with me everywhere I went. Everything was starting to become normalized, the people who wanted pictures with me, the girls on campus who never said two words to me trying to cozy up to me, the thirtsy comments niggas dropped under my instagram pictures, the insane amount of follow requests I had, everything that used to be new was normal and boring.

I jogged towards my apartment building, sweating lightly from my workout in the complex's gym. That was probably the only time G and Dos enjoyed their job, when I worked out. It gave them an excuse to hit the machines while on the job. I had done the treadmill, elliptical, and a couple other machines for my core and arms. To top off the punishment I put on my body, I jogged home on sore legs.

I took the steps two at a time and unlocked my apartment building. Walking inside I was greeted with absolutely no one, and that saddened me. As much as I insisited on Tae returning to Atlanta, I fucking missed him. I hated coming home to an empty apartment.

I was just coasting in school, since all my classes were easy as fuck. The only thing that kept me busy was the fact that I was painting nonstop. My art had gone viral when a rapper bought one from me and posted it to his Instagram page. Crazy thing was, he found out about my art from an old professor, whose studio he frequented. I had an instagram page for my art, and it started doing numbers when he tagged me. Now I could barely keep up with the demand.

I started stripping on my way to the bathroom, eager to get in the shower as soon as possible. First my hoodie came off, then my top and bra, followed by my leggings and panties. Once I got in the bathroom, I turned my Bluetooth speaker on, intent on starting my shower playlist. Before I could start it, my phone rang, announcing an incoming FaceTime call.

"Hey baby," I answered Devonte's call, not giving a thought to the fact that I was naked.

"Hey bab-where yo clothes at?" In a flash I was on pause. There was hella movement and all the background noise faded.

"I was about to hop in the shower," I said carelessly.

"You just out here naked naked, huh? Trying to show the titties to the whole studio?"