Jada Pinkett and Tupac Shakur have been friends for a little over a decade. They are always there for each other and they are always with each other throughout their individual challenges, but of course what happens when their friendship progresses...
"What?" Tupac said as he looked as Jada who was staring down at her pager.
"Will." She said.
"Will?"
"I had a date with Will tonight."
"Will who?"
"Smith."
Tupac glared at her, "Excuse me?"
"Hold on Pac," Jada dismissed him as she typed at her pager.
WHATS UR NUMBER?
Will replied in the next 5 minutes with his number. Jada quickly got up and made her way to the hospital telephone, she punched in his number, he picked up after 3 rings.
"Hello? Jada? Where you at?"
Jada turned her back on Pac and lowered her voice, he could still hear though, "Hey Will, I'm so sorry."
Pac clenched his fist into the sheets and stared into space.
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"I'm sure you heard Pac got shot. I've been in New York caring for him and watching him, I totally forgot about our date, my mind has been on so many things, and I've been so busy."
Will let out a quiet sigh and contemplated on his words before he responded, "Nah I completely understand, don't even worry about it. I'll find another way to spend my Saturday night."
"Really? Thank you, I promise we can take a rain check."
"Jada." Pac said lowly, she ignored him.
"Just let me know when you back in town or at the studio again, I'll have some new flowers for you."
Jada smiled, "Okay Will, I'll see you." She turned around slowly, a little scared to face him.
"The fact that you just talked to that nigga in front of me is mind boggling."
She groaned, "Don't start Lesane."
"Nah cause what was that shit about Jada?"
"I had a date planned before I did anything with you, therefore none of your concern."
"It doesn't matter if you did anything with me, you know how I feel about you messing with other niggas Jada."
"Pac. I could care less. We are not together. I can't go out on a date, but you can sit up here in Aaliyah and Lisa face?"
Pac finally looked her in the eye, "Oh so you saying you take me as a joke?"
"Nigga what! Who said that? You crazy"
"Friends. Friends with benefits. My girl. I don't know what we are and I don't care what we are, You know I don't want you messing with other niggas. You mine."
"Well until you take me serious and want to make me your girl, I'm doing what I want. You not my boyfriend or daddy."
Tupac stared her down for 10 seconds, Jada stared back.
"I don't know why in the hell you think you can control me."
"Maybe I can't, but you still willing to go on a date with that box head ass nigga after that nice ass moment we had." He shook his head.
"Aren't you the same one who agreed to meet up with Aaliyah once you got back down in LA? You didn't even claim me when she came."
"We ain't nothing for me to claim." He said.
Jada furrowed her eyebrows, "Oh word?"
"Word."
"That's my cue. Don't be kissing on me or trying to love on me no fucking more then."
"Alright." Pac dismissed her.
Jada knew he was just mad, but it stung that he didn't want to fight to make her stay. She ignored the comment, grabbed her purse and headed straight for the door.
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short chapter. do you think jada and pac are toxic? who's wrong in the situation?
