The Publicist

Irish Spring

**** Desiree and Candace Aug's real back up dancers****

JAZMINE P.O.V.

"I'm just not going to say anything." DJ zipped his lips shut with his hands.

Everyone else was at rehearsal while DJ and I chilled in my hotel room. It was incredibly tiring going through the events of last night, then hopping on a plane to Dublin, Ireland.

"Say what you want to say."

"No because if I do, somebody's feelings are going to be hurt. And I promised myself for Lent I was giving up being negative so... from now on if I don't have anything nice to say, I won't say it all." He laid back on the bed and looked through his phone.

I took his phone. "Tell me what's been bothering you all day? You mad because I sat next to him on the plane?"

"Girl please. Me and Candace was sleep the whole flight, we weren't thinking about you."

"So what is it then?"

"You really are clueless aren't you?"

My phone began to vibrate. It was a text from Aug.

Aug: do they make Irish spring soap here?
Me: 😒
Aug: look on the box in my luggage.Me and t debating.
Me: shouldn't you be rehearsing?
Aug: go do what I asked you
Me: ☝️who you talking to
Aug: u.

DJ sighed really loud.

"He just asked me do they make Irish spring soap here. Isn't that so stupid." I laughed looking in his luggage. I pulled out a bar to examine the box. He literally had 60 bars. It was the only type of soap he used. Which I loved because to smell him after a shower was heaven.

"So stupid." DJ gave a fake laugh. "He's a modern day Katt Not Williams."

"Katt Not Williams?"

"Meaning the nigga ain't funny."

"Okay DJ what the hell is wrong?"

I sat on the floor up against Aug's luggage., giving him my full attention.

"Both of you are going to be the death of me I swear. Y'all act just alike if you think about it."

"Don't ever compare me to that hoodrat."

"Y'all both are big ass spoiled man babies."

"Whatever. I'mma just go to my little room before massa gets home." He got up.

"Massa? What's that supposed to mean?"

My phone began to vibrate indicating I had a message from Aug, but I was focused on DJ.

"Oh nothing. Enjoy your night." He gave a bright fake smile.

"DJ can you stop being petty please. Grow up."

"Excuse me? I'm petty? I'm petty? We get stranded on the side of the road, hell we could've been dead. The nigga you sleep next to didn't give a fuck about you or your safety.

And all of sudden bitch you got amnesia. All on the flight kissing" he mimicked kissing sounds.

"And now you up here laughing with his trifling ass over Irish spring soap? No bitch you petty, childish and weak. And you grow the fuck up. Cause if it's one thing I'm not is fake like you acting right now. So before you call me anything look in the damn mirror." He walked out and slammed the door.

I can never win. It's like when I'm good with Aug, me and DJ have a problem. And then when I'm good with DJ, things with me and Aug seem to go south.