Cassie + Saint = Basketball 🏀?
(Yeah...I'm not good at descriptions so just read and find out...😉) also I'm splitting this book into two parts. Y'all gon see why. It's a looooooong book.
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Saint Smith 3:00pm Mindlessly leaving the gym, I had forgotten paparazzi and fans would be waiting for me outside. I wasn't in the mood for pictures, interviews, none of that so as I passed them, I kept my mouth closed and eyes to myself.
I opened my car door from a distance, hopping in the drivers seat and putting my keys in ignition. Before driving away, I connected my phone to the car to play music. Just as I was about to pull away, somebody darted behind my car.
"AYO!" I shouted, looking for who it could've been. Nobody seemed to be in the back of my car but when I looked over at the window closest to me, there they were. Out of breath, wide eyed, and held a camera in their hand.
It was no other than TMZ. I coulda ran the nigga over and he wouldn't have cared. He just wanted a fucking quote from me. I sucked my teeth, pulling away.
"WAIT SAINT! BEFORE YOU GO!" He panted, chasing me down.
Now I was trying to drive out of the gym parking lot faster. He realized he couldn't keep up and shouted his question instead.
"IS IT TRUE YOUR ON STEROIDS?!" He shouted.
I stopped my car out of reflex.
"ON WHAT?!" I shouted out of my window.
"STEROIDS!" He shouted back.
"Steroids?" I exclaimed to myself.
Never in all my years have I heard someone make a steroid accusation towards me. Never. Not in high school, college, and up until now. I put my middle finger up at the dude, driving off full of nothing but rage.
First Cass was on me about cheating this morning, now that I worked off that frustration from that situation, niggas wanna spread rumors about me being on steroids. And I bet I know who the fuck did it.
While on the road, I demanded my car phone to call Cassie. Once it rang, I waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?" She answered. The tone in her voice sounded as if she were still upset from this morning.
"You leaking stories now?" I asked.
"Nigga what?" She asked.
"Cassidy check fuckin TMZ and look at the first post." I spat.
She got quiet for a minute then spoke again.
"WHY WOULD I-" She shouted, before she cut herself off. "Why would I do that? Why would I tell the whole world that you use steroids Saint? Knowing it isn't true."
"Because you tryna get back at me. Thats some snake ass shit Cassidy. Word to." I scoffed.
"BUT I DIDN'T-" She exclaimed before I hung up on her.
She wasn't shit for that. Cassie was never really on no snake shit like that. But as soon as her insecure ass thought I was cheating, she'd fuck around and fuck my image up. Posting subs on her instagram. Having the blogs questioning our relationship and shit.
