Something I started @ the beginning of the year when I was considering getting back to writing ...
"Singer Trey Songz arrested following a performance in Detroit... we will post more as this story develops..." I smacked my lips as I quickly exited out of the Instagram app. What did I fucking say?
I told this nigga not to be gone off that Henny before his performance tonight. When Trey had Henny in his system he wasn't himself. It's like that Snickers commercial they keep showing with the fake Marilyn Monroe. It goes something like, have a Snicker, you're not yourself when you're hungry. As I rushed to pack my bags for this flight I wasn't too sure if I was more upset by the fact that this motherfucker was arrested or the fact that I had to find out through the messy ass ShadeRoom.
I was flinging a matching bra and undies set into my Fendi backpack when my phone started vibrating in my back pocket. "Yes, mama..." It was Trey's mom, Mrs. Sheila.
"Honey... Trey is alright. We sent some money over this morning and he's out. He's back at the hotel with his camp--"
"Did he tell you to call me?" My eyes slanted as I stopped rummaging through my clothes drawer. I heard some shifting on her end before she spoke again. "Yes, but--"
"I'm sorry ma, but I need to speak to him myself. He's not trying to hear my mouth which is exactly why he told you to call me. I gotta go--"
"He also said don't come. He'll be back in L.A. in two days and doesn't want you on a flight out to Detroit." I groaned loudly. I hated how well Trey knew me. Then again, I have been his manager for the last five years so his stubborn ass better knew me well. "Aright... I'll talk to you soon. Love you..."
As soon as the call ended I was starting up a FaceTime call with Mr. trouble maker himself. He must have bumped his damn head if he thought he was getting rid of me that easily. Nah... shawty was about to hear my mouth.
"Ah fuck... it's Leigh..." I cursed lowly as I passed the blunt to Chris and then slipped out onto the balcony. I allowed the Facetime call to ring a lil while longer as I examined m reflection in the phone screen. I looked tired as hell. "Leigh..."
"Trey, what the fuck is good with you, my nigga? You not dead ass right now? Nah, you can't be..." I tuned her out as I stared at her features. Leigh was so damn gorgeous it should have been a crime. How was lil mama single again? Oh that's right... that smart ass mouth of hers. Add onto that the fact that she was a work-a-holic who's life lowkey centered around me. A smirk found it's way onto my lips as that thought stood out in my mind.
Leigh's life revolved around me.
"Yo? Bruh, are you even listening to me?!" I zoned back in just in time to see her drop the phone down onto a flat area. I was now staring at the ceiling. "Come pick me back up, Leigh... I heard you..." I lied. I just wanted to see her face again. When she finally picked the phone back up she was now smiling. I made a puzzled face.
"You crazy as hell, you know that? Why you smiling at me?"
"Cause I'm plotting on how ima beat that ass when you get back here on Friday. Do you know the shit storm you bout to put me through? In order for me to clean this mess up and save your rep, you need to tell me what happened. From the beginning too." I groaned once I saw her pick up a pen and press the clicker. "Start talking."
