after her very first evaluation taking place in january, meiqi feels much more confident and relaxed knowing that the process is somewhat familiar now. it’s like each piece of the puzzle that is being a trainee is slowly coming together to form a bigger, cohesive picture that she can follow along with. knowing that she’s not a stranger to the majority of her company anymore is also comforting, because she can now approach her seniors with less formality. nova entertainment is truly like a family from what she can see.
with a new month brings a new evaluation, and meiqi hopes she can collaborate with other trainees this time. her wish is granted when, gathered amongst other trainees in the seocho building, she hears of february’s mission, and it ignites a flame of excitement in her stomach. meiqi’s an avid fan of male groups and their performances, possibly more so than she is with female groups (excluding apink she’z).
the topic also reminds her of before she’d become a trainee. during their time in sopa, meiqi and yeri had always animatedly discussed their dreams to perform together, and that’s the first memory her mind goes to when she learns of their freedom to collaborate with trainees from other companies.
it takes not even a minute for her to whip her phone out of her pocket, dialling yeri’s number while sprinting in any particular direction to find her—though she honestly has no idea where her friend is. meiqi’s already running ideas in her head from what they’d discussed (what feels like) so long ago. with all of her eagerness, and desperate prayers that no one else has approached yeri to work together yet, she fails to notice the body in front of her and the impact of their collision sends her fumbling backwards and landing with her butt on the floor.
INVOLVED: Tyler Blackwell and Isaiah Miller
TIME FRAME: Friday, April 21, 2017
LOCATION: Undisclosed; Miami, Florida
SUMMARY: A snippet of the things Isaiah has Tyler involved in.
Tyler dropped Kenya and Mekhi off at his mother’s house, kissing both of their cheeks and his mothers before he left. Letting out a deep sigh, he rubbed his hand down his face as he walked back towards his car. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he pulled his phone out and dialed Isaiah as he started up the car and drove off. “Yo, I’m on my way,” he told the other guy quickly. “Let’s get this done quick. I can’t leave the kids with moms for too long. My parents got a date tonight,” he said with a roll of his eyes. Chuckling softly, he licked his lips as he nodded slowly before hanging up the phone. Dropping it into the cup holder, he cruised down the street, headed towards their current drop location. As he pulled up, he swooped into a space before he quickly slid out the car. Grabbing his phone, he dropped it into his pocket. Closing and locking the door, he moved through the shady alley, knocking on the door hidden back there. The door swung open quickly and Tyler moved inside, tugging his hoodie over his head and tossing it aside. Walking over to Isaiah, he grabbed a stack of money and began counting it.
Isaiah looked over at Tyler as he stood beside him and he licked his lips. “You got to chill with this being late non-sense,” he told his friend honestly. “We only got a little over a month left before we hand this all over to the that nigga over all this shit,” he said with a grunt. “And that nigga plays no games, we need all hands on deck.”
Tyler looked over at Isaiah. “I don’t give a fuck,” he said honestly. “This isn’t my problem, it’s yours I hear because I owe you and only because I owe you. Every single fucking day I come help you, I’m putting my family at risk so I don’t want to hear shit, alright?”
Isaiah’s eyes narrowed at Tyler and he dropped the stack he was counting into the bag after adding a strip around it. “You going soft nigga.” He was disgusted with Tyler. For years, they had been boys and running the streets together and all of a sudden Tyler was changing up on him.
Tyler looked at Isaiah, adding a strip around the stack before he moved around to separate the drugs into their proper containers and bags. “Nah man, I grew up, fell in love, created a family. I’m more man than you’ll ever be. Trust me.”
Isaiah puffed out his chest. “Bullshit. You let that bitch make you soft. I love Jessica but I’m not going to let that bitch change me. You let that bitch…”
Tyler’s jaw clenched and before Isaiah could get the second bitch out of his mouth all the way, he had punched him dead in his face. “Fuck you say nigga,” Tyler grunted as he hopped over the table that was separating them, chest to chest with Isaiah now.
Isaiah stumbled back slightly at the punch. His jaw throbbing as he looked at Tyler with shock and fire in his eyes. “You motherfucker.” Isaiah growled as he went low, tackling Tyler down from his mid-section, knocking them into the table, breaking it as they landed on the floor. With the upper hand, Isaiah began handing blow after blow against Tyler’s face.
Tyler let out a harsh breath as Isaiah took him down. A groan passed him as they broke the table, landing hard. As Isaiah punched him, Tyler wrapped his arm around Isaiah’s mid-section, knocking him off him and toppling them over. Now on top, Tyler took little time to gather himself before he was throwing relentless punches right into Isaiah’s face. “Don’t forget nigga!” Tyler growled as absolutely no one tried to break up their fight. “I made you and I can break you!” He huffed, his knuckles bleeding from punch after punch. Relenting finally, Tyler stood up and slammed his foot into Isaiah’s ribs. “Bitch ass nigga.” He said as he spat blood.
