#XD30 - SEVEN | DOUBLE TROUBLE
[The Q-Tip - Jada]
I laid across the soft down comforter, on the bed my hotel room, with a plush pillow between my legs. I had been there for at least an hour thinking about everything that had happened that night. From the red carpet to the shooting to me busting it wide open for security in the supply closet. I had done enough for the entire tour. I was still turned on by the fact that I was able to send Ernest into a frenzy with ONE word. He brought me back to my room but didn't say anything when I said "Goodnight" and shut the door behind me. For all I knew, he was still posted up outside in the hallway.
I would have to find out if he was still there because I needed to go check on Jace. His phone has gone straight to voicemail all night. He's always hiding, though I was positive that he was in his room asleep . I opened mya door to find that Ernest had been replaced by another security officer. I asked him for his name and he told me it was Paul. Ernest did inform me that they worked a rotation so I assumed Ernest's shift was over or the sex was so good that he had to leave early to recuperate. Paul wasn't very attractive but he seemed like a nice guy. He was a white guy that looked like he probably coached a little league football team on the side. Possibly late 30's with a bald head and semi pudge, I could tell that he could hold his weight and mine too if it came to it. He asked me where I was going so I informed him that I needed to check on my brother whose room was just a few doors down. He informed me that he was monitoring the entire floor so he let me walk alone to check on my brother.
I knocked on the door and there was no answer. I waited a few more minutes before I decided to try to call again. I tried calling but it went straight to voicemail.
"Hey Paul," I said using my inside voice not to wake up anyone else on the floor, "I need to go down one level to my friend's room. Do you have to come or can I walk alone."
Paul didn't say a word. He walked towards me and when he was a few steps away he just stood there. That signaled to me that he was going wherever I was going. Whatever boo. I took the elevator one floor down. I would have taken the steps but I was still sore from my "supply closet escapade". I walk past an open common area where a few guys were hanging out. I almost made it past them before I heard "Hey Jada." I turned around with my eyebrows raised. I didn't know any of those niggas. They looked like they weren't supposed to even be here. It seemed like I judged to soon. When I saw who called my name I realized it was Q from the rap group TRAPPERS.
"Hey.", I said in an almost bashful tone. I knew I still looked good, because thanks too my family genes, I had a natural glow and face that required little make up. My hair was tied up in a messy bun and I was wearing my hot pink Ivy Park sports top and some black Ivy Park running tights with my all white Nike Air Max. I was trying to channel the powers of Yoncé before the show tomorrow. I'm glad I was looking like a snack because Q was actually the cute one of the new rap group.
"I didn't get a chance to come speak to you at the pool party. But wanted to introduce myself. I'm Q and I'm a fan.", he said.
"A fan huh? Of who.", I said modestly.
"Of you ma.", he chuckled.
I wanted to scream so I settled on screaming inwardly. Q had paper bag brown skin, the plait hair style like Travis Scott and a couple of tattoos on his face. He had some earrings on that shined like a shiny chandelier. He also had very nice lips that revealed a gold grill when he smiled. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn't see his eye although I remembered they were brown from his photo on the cover of Paper Magazine. He was about 5'9 and slim but he wore his size well. Known for his street fashion sense, he looked good even at 2am.
"Yo, I hope you're ok. I know it was a lot of commotion going on towards the end of the party. Me and my boys are handling that. Is there anything I can get you for the inconvenience?", he asked knowing that we were on lock down in the hotel.
"Well, maybe I can be in y'all's next video.", I said joking.
"I like a girl that doesn't hold back and goes for what she wants. Deal!", he said.
"Ha, no seriously, it's no problem. Apparently they arrested the suspects. Sad to hear about the guy that was shot though. Do you know if he died?", I asked. I also realized in that moment that he said he and his boys were taking care of whatever happened so at this point I was wide awake and ready to get the details about what happened.
"The guy is apparently in ICU at the hospital. What's crazy is that the shooter was actually targeting me. Ol' dude that got shot was rocking a similar outfit so the shooter got us mixed up. But everything is being handled. They are making us stay inside of the hotel and possibly overnight while they finish checking the area for more suspects.", he said.
I must have looked shocked because he grabbed my hand. "As long as you're good I'm good though. I hate that you were near this type of activity but like I said, things are being taken care of.", he assured with much warmth. He definitely made me feel warm. After only having access to church boys most of my life and then my lame ex when I went off to college, I was definitely in my 'thug loving' phase. The hard, street type was sexy and the fame and money Q had didn't hurt either. I had forgot all about 'Secret Service Paul' until I heard his walkie talkie go off.
"Ms. Jada, I need to get you back to your room.", Paul said. I nodded at him and was turning to walk way. I was speechless. So much happened that night. I knew I needed to be sleep and resting my voice. We'd have to be on stage for soundcheck in a few hours.
"Jada can I give you my number?," Q asked reaching for my phone. I unlocked it and he put his number in my contacts. I thought that was respectful because most niggas I met either asked for my number or if they did take my phone they would text themselves from my phone. I felt the way Q did it was respectful, leaving me the option whether or not I would contact him. I already knew I would contact him though.
"I'm planning on coming to your set tomorrow night if they ever let us out of this hotel. I can't wait to watch you murder the stage.", Q said with a smile that almost made me take his hand and pull him into the nearest supply room.
"Well that would be really cool. And I hope you enjoy the show, if you decide to come.", I said.
"The decision is made. I have to see those eyes again. I'll be there.", he said.
I bit my bottom lipped and turned around. I already knew he was watching me walk away so I decided to walk to the beat of 'Work' by Rihanna in my head to give him a preview of what he'd see tomorrow.
I got back to my bed and realized I forgot what I left my room to do. I called Adrienne. Clearly I woke her up.
"Girl, what do you want?", she whined through the phone. "Have you heard from Jace?", I asked "Yea hoe! He texted me when he went to get food before going back to his room. That was hours ago. You know he's probably knocked out.", she said.
Wait, she called me a hoe. Who talked?
"Ok girl, see you in a few hours.", I said hanging up. I laid down trying to figure out when I would text or call Q and begin rehearsing what I would say. I couldn't wait to tell Jace everything that happened during our soundcheck. I tell my brother everything and tonight was a night I knew he'd gag to hear about.
