Rock Bottom

18: Drama Queen

"No need to pretend."

A month later and I'm finally able to go back to work. I missed being in the spotlight. I missed the sound the cameras snapping pictures of me. I missed the feeling of being the center of everyone's attention. I'm ready to make a comeback.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Ramone's number. I grinned when he answered my call on the second ring.

"Hey boo! I just got the okay to go back to work so when's the next shoot?! I know the people miss me!" I exclaimed in excitement.

"Uh yeah. I'll get on it and let you know," he replied hesitantly.

I frowned, "Ramone ... what's wrong?" I questioned.

He better tell me because I know there's a problem. I can hear it all in his voice.

He cleared his throat, "Actually, I haven't really been hearing from the mags lately, but I don't want you to worry about it. We're gonna be back in time. No worries!"

"Haven't heard from them? I'm Mia Parson, of course you heard from them!" I snapped in utter annoyance.

I finally build up the strength to do something with my life for the first time in a month and I have no work. There's always that tears me down no matter what.

"Mia, chill out!" he remarked. I can tell he was annoyed with my attitude but I didn't care.

"No. It's literally your job to make sure this shit doesn't happen, Mone. It's your job to make sure I don't fall off. If you're not doing what you need to do then how the hell can I do my part? I make a living off this shit and I don't like the sound of this. Not at all!" I said truthfully.

He sighed, "Okay okay, Mia. Lemme make a few phone calls and see what I could get going. Just calm down because you're not falling off," he replied calmly.

I huffed in frustration, "Aight whatever. Who's been taking my place? Whoever it is the bitch better be prettier than me!" I chuckled.

"Actually, Malea's been hot lately. Have you not been watching the blogs lately?" he scoffed.

My mouth dropped open, "Malea? She's like five months now so how can she be the one?"

"Girl, that hoe ain't pregnant. Her stomach flat as hell. Plus her and Dominic apparently are a thing now. All that shit she pulled last month was a fucking act," he informed me.

I gasped, "Are you kidding me right now? This bitch came to my house beat the fuck up crying over this nigga who happens to be my ex nigga and now they're a couple?! Wow."

"Shit is crazy!" Ramone huffed.

"Malea fucked with the wrong bitch. Swear to God!"

"Just chill for right now. You don't need no bad publicity right now. You're finally healed and the people need to see that you're back in full effect!"

I sighed, "Okay maybe you right, but I got something for her ass. She'll never see it coming," I smirked.

"Aw shit. What you gonna do this time?"

"Nah, you don't need to know that right now. Just know she won't even see it coming cause when I strike, it's a done deal for Malea."

"You're one evil bitch!" he grinned.

I smirked, "You may just be right."

Hours later, Brendon came over with my favorite snacks and some Chipotle. I missed my baby.