I am on my way to the Mayweather's house. They say Jasmine has locked herself in her room and has been blasting her in my feelings playlist which basically was all of Drake's old stuff. She been like this ever since Gervonta left last week
I drove through their gates and up the driveway. I parked my car and went up to the door. I knocked on the door and Jirah answered it.
"Thank God you're here, Jasmine is driving me crazy." She said pulling me in the house
"She can't be that bad." I laughed
~~~~ I was wrong, so wrong, she is a mess. Right now she is screaming the lyrics to Voicemail by this guy I think his name is like K-Marzzz or something (this my favorite song, I will put it up top of you want to listen)
"Why do you keep sending me voicemail?! Your voicemail!" Jasmine screamed along to the song
"Okay I have had enough." I said turning off her beats pill
"Hey I was listening to that!" She said sitting up
"And now you not, now get up." I said
"No." She pouted
"Yes, get dressed. You can't be like this until he come back." I said
"He isn't coming back Mani." She said softly
"What?" I asked confused
"He isn't coming back." She repeated
I stood there so confused. What is she talking about?
"He said we need a break, his management thinks it is best that he keeps his distance from me until after his fight." She sighed
"Why the hell would they say that?" I asked sitting next to her
"I saw a "distraction" to him." She rolled her eyes
"If anyone was a distraction it was him." I said
"Exactly! But a good distraction. He made me forget about all my problems." She sighed
"Aye, well I'm here now and I have something planned for us tonight." I smiled
"What?" She raised an eyebrow
"One word," I smiled "club."
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Jasmine pov
I was finished getting fress and decided to post on IG cause my makeup too on point right now.
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