90210 (Travi$ Scott)

53• Blankface

"I think modeling is good. You definitely have the looks." Steez said as he woke up from his nap.

"It's never been-"

"Your thing. Yeah, I bet." He finished for me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scrunched my nose.

"Nothing I'm just teasing. You always say something is not your thing but you end up enjoying it."

"Not all the time!" I pouted.

"Most of the time." He smirked.

"Whatever. How was your nap?" I asked while playing with his hair.

"Amazing!" He chucked.

"You need or want anything?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"Some head?"

I turned and looked at him. "..."

"...I was just playing!" He said.

"Better be."

• March 29, Sunday •
• 1:50 p.m •

"I'm here. What's good?"

"Come sit." He said.

"Jacques just tell me so I can go!"

"Sit." He pointed to the spot next to him.

I plopped down next to him and huffed.

"How have you been?"

"Fine. What. Is. It?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Woah! Feisty! Chill the fuck out."

I gritted my teeth. "Then hurry the fuck up!!"

"ANYWAY! I called you here because I want you to move in."

"You asked me last time." I said.

"And you didn't move in."

"Ok?"

"You're going to move in with me."

"No nigga!" I made a stank face.

"You move in or I'll make you."

"Make me." I got up and left.

•

"The fuck? He really wants you to move in with him?" He laughed.

"Steez it's not funny! He's crazy!"

"Took you a fucking while!"

"I don't know what to do anymore!" I put my head in my hands and huffed.

"I'm not letting him get near you."

"Pfffft!" I scoffed.

"Give me your phone." He ordered.

"No nigg-"

He snatched it from my hand. "What's your password?"

"I'm not telling you. Give me my phone Steez!"

"That's alright. If you don't tell me I'm going to lock your phone."

"No!"

He kept typing the wrong code. "One minute."

I wrestled with him trying to get my phone. He threw me down to the floor.

"OW!" I hit my head on the floor HARD!

"Tell me!!!" He got on top of me and pinned me down.

"Steezy please!!" I tried to get him off of me.

Straining my muscles gave me a headache and I felt nauseous, my shoulder was burning like shit. I stopped fighting him.

"Are you going to tell me now?" He asked calmly.

"You lil bitch." I mumbled.

"Still not gonna get me off of you. Five minutes. Just tell me what it is."

"If I tell you, will you get off?"

"Yup! And give you a hug and kiss." He smiled.

"I don't want a hug and kiss." I crossed my arms.

"Too fucking bad."

"Then no!"

"Fine. Twenty minutes."

"4774!!"

"Now you want to tell me? We're gonna be on the floor like this for twenty minutes. I wanna see if the password is correct."

"UGHHH!!! Can you at least hand me the Rubix cube on the table?" I asked.

"No, you get no form of entertainment for twenty minutes." He said sternly.

I made a puppy face.

"Cute but no."