Something About Zane. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 26-DC Meltdown

I was watching Jazzy rehearse and I couldn't put my finger on it, she was off and I've seen her go on a stage and kill it. But something was different.

"So how was i?" She asked.

I am always aware of peoples feelings or at least ive tried to be, but I wouldn't be her best friend if i didn't tell her the truth.

"Something is off, i think you are focusing on everyone else but the words of your song, the beat, fuck all of us. Its going to be you, the crowd and the music come the day of the festival."

She just looked at me, and rolled her eyes... "Play that again." She yelled.

I cocked my head to the side and brushed her eye roll off, Zane walked in. He stopped dead in his tracks

"STOP!" He yelled.

Jazzy looked at both me and Zane...

"What the fuck yo?" Jazzy stormed in Zane's direction.

"This isn't the right cut of the track."

"Well who was supposed to get it to the production team... you were but no you were playing cater to your boyfriend instead of focusing on the real reason why we are here." Jazzy stormed off...

"I should go talk to her."

Zane grabbed my arm, and he pulled me back into him.

He kissed me on my forehead.. "Nah, Tonight is important....bae let her cool off, but she needs that attitude but for her performance."

"I agree."

"Well lets go, we are headed to the African American museum." Zane said.

"But first i need to smoke." Zane added.

I laughed...

.........
Leaving out of the museum i was so overwhelmed with emotion, knowing more about my history and how we built this country and how we are still hated because of the color is different.Zane was oddly quiet but I thought maybe it was the weed.

"Babe, you've been quiet."

"I don't really talk about how i was treated for being half black, coming from a fucked up family... my savior was my god mom and then i met you... i don't wanna get into it because it just stings." Zane said.

When Zane puts his hands in his pockets, that's means something is wrong.
I cling onto his arm, and put my head on his shoulder as we walk... i want him to be more open and to feel as if he can talk to me.

My phone was ringing, it was Jazzy.

Before i could say hello she was screaming on the other end of the phone....

Jazzy:This trip was supposed to be about me and my performance... and nothing is going right because you both wanna have date night... ON THE NIGHT OF MY PERFORMANCE!

Before i could say anything Zane grabbed the phone,

Zane: chill the fuck out, we will be there in a few minutes.

We arrived at the venue, Jazzy was standing there visibly angry.

"Nothing went right." She yelled.

"Jazzy you are being way to hard on yourself"

"Rowan i dont even know why you came." She snapped.

Both me and Zane cocked our head to the side...

"Seriously Jaz your trippin on Ro for no reason" Zane said.

"No she said what she said, but if it wasn't for me... you would still be a spectator and not a performer." I said

"Correction, if it wasn't for your dad." She smiled.

"Ah, wrong again only because i begged him... i dont know what's up with the shitty attitude, but you should check it before your performance and stop drinking" I started to walk away...

"You are so perfect, perfect life, perfect boyfriend..." Jazzy yelled.

Zane knew where this was going, of course it started to pour down rain...

"And for the record if your boyfriend is so perfect, then why did we have sex!" Jazzy yelled.

I stopped dead in my tracks, hearing what she said loud and clear. I marched back towards them...

I looked at both of them in shock. The mixture of the rain, the heat and sweat was adding to the confusion.

"Zane is this true?" I asked. Hoping he would somehow tell me she was lying or maybe a joke, instead of opening his mouth he dropped his head.

"So when we sat there in class, you acted as if you didn't know him, but really you knew him very well, you had sex with him..." tears were now falling, I've been through it, when i was beat up, my mom and dad divorcing and him with a new family... but this hurts on another level. Especially coming from Jazzy... we have been through everything together, but because I criticized on something about her upcoming performance she took wanted to hit me where it hurts and this hurts.

"Rowan!" She cried instantly realizing she fucked up.

I moved back, and i ran, away from them... far away.

I dialed my dad..

"Dad"

"Rowan, what is wrong?"

"Everything, i need a ticket to come home." I cried.

"Say no more, i am booking you a flight and will email you the information."

"Thank you."

"No need, i will pick you up when you arrive, call me no matter how late or early."

"And Rowan...i love you."

"Love you too dad."

Therapy has been useful for me and my dad. He has been doing better i know he is trying. But tonight he came through for me, and i am thankful.

I took the next cab back to the hotel.

....

Zane was fuming, "What about keeping that shit to yourself?"

Jazzy was silent. "You were so mad that he recommended you to do something slightly different in your performance and you took it that far?... yo Jazzy that was not cool at fucking all."

"Shut the fuck up Zane, you were agreeing with him and shit...."

"Because he was right, and you fucking knew it. You have no valid reason for doing the shit you just did and i own up to my shit. I wanted to tell Rowan from the jump and no i listened to your stupid ass!" Zane pointed at her.

"Fuck you!" Jazzy slapped Zane across the face. He laughed, and cracked his neck.

"Cut the bull shit, we are getting paid either way so focus and kill that performance tonight and sober the fuck up." Zane said. He didn't say anything else, he walked away.