Finding Our Way Back (Sequel)

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Rayne in the MM.

Should I enter this book into the Watty's?

Rayne POV

"Excuse me, you don't want me to do what?"

"I don't want you working with Amber no more." He repeated.

"And why is that?"

"I don't like to think that she has influence over you and nor do I want your name to be associated with certain things she does."

"Did Charlemagne tell you that?"

"When I thought about it, and he had a point."

"A point was made? Let's hear it." I tried to prepare myself for foolishness.

"He said the people you hang around with can possibly influence your decisions and have people think of you in a certain manner because of how the other person acts."

"So I'm a follower now? I can't think for myself? Do I not have a brain?"

"I didn't say that."

"Well obviously his statement struck a nerve and what is it exactly that Amber does that makes you take anything he said in consideration?"

"She posted that picture for one."

"And? That's her if she wants to put her cooch out for the world to see I don't do that. I haven't done anything remotely close to that, even before I met you I wouldn't dare take a photo like that in the first place."

"Keep it that way. And you be advertising that bra."

"So? It's exactly what it is a bra I'm not showing anything."

"You're missing the point. I don't want you out here degrading yourself for money."

"But I'm not though. Yeah I had a few racy pictures from the past that didn't show too much and that's about it which you already knew about. Also I run everything by you about a photo shoot to make sure your comfortable with it. And where was all this concern about Amber when you was chilling with her at Coachella?"

"This is about you not Amber."

"No this is about you listening to that bleached kidney bean looking ass nigga talking out of his ass about women. And I don't give a damn what he thinks about me or what anybody else thinks about me, I know who I am. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you right now." I got up and walked by the window.

"I'm not trying to argue with you."

"Then why are we talking about this? All of this is from Charlemagne don't let him put things in your head that weren't there in the first place."

"Some of the things he said had me twisted and pissed."

"As much as I don't want to ask, what else did he say?"

"He basically called you a hoe. Since you hang around Amber."

"So you think I'm a hoe?"

"Rae don't ask me that cause you know damn well I don't. I literally fought him for even trying you like that. I don't want that word to be associated with your name."

"People are going to talk about me no matter what I do. I don't have time to worry about it. That's like when people call you gay in the comments no matter what you post. Do I get mad at times? Yes I do. But I know that's not who you are. Hoes are people who sleep around with multiple people and last I checked the only person I sleep with is you. Forget Charlemagne and his irrelevant ass opinion." He got up and walked to me.