' 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡 ' › D. SWING

10.

( 4 weeks later. )

My voicemail box was full due to Donald's consistent calls and I was in no hurry to clear them out if that meant he wouldn't be able to leave anymore messages. As much as I wanted to hear his voice, I fought the urge to press play. I just couldn't do that to myself, knowing that I can do so much better without the long grief period like all girls do. Me? Not even the slightest amount energy would be given to him. He can call and send Dalvin over to clear up his name all he wants but he could think again if he thought I was going to forgive him. You can be a man and fuck around with women but can't be man enough to talk to me face to face? Yeah, okay.

Jodeci finally finished the album and I had obligations with the label that I had to keep. Unfortunately, that meant continue to work with Donald. Today is a big day for the group since they will be picking out the wardrobe for the Gotta Love video. I headed over to the local boutique they were supposed to meet me at, cringing at the sight of him. Busted up ass Adidas. How can you afford name brand shades and can't afford new shoes? Priorities all kinds of fucked up. I rolled my eyes, deciding to take a deep breath and gather myself before I walked into the boutique with a bright smile, "Hey, fellas!"

They all smiled back while Donald grinned awkwardly, starring at me like he wanted to say something but I kept my eyes on the other three. They embraced me with warm hugs and I returned it. Once Donald attempted to do the same, I turned to walk to one of the racks of clothes, browsing through the clothes, "So, what look are y'all going for? I know you're not doing any suits...right?"

"Hell na'. We leavin' that shit to Bobby and Guy. We wanna' be ourselves", K-Ci  said.

Dalvin chimed in, "Look like the dudes you see on the street."

"Like Trevor and Lance?", JoJo inquired. Trevor and Lance were two drug addicts that hung out around the neighborhoods in Charlotte. They always had on the same shirts that had a bunch of holes in them and some dingy jeans with brown smudges on them. K-Ci and Dalvin shot him a look while he and Donald laughed with one another. That smile. I quickly adverted my attention back to the clothes on the racked, shaking my head at JoJo's question.

"So, what you think? You like it?", Dalvin asked.

"As long as we're not talking about guys like Trevor and Lance then yeah. I can see where you're going with it. I'm sure I can come up with a few fits for you", I said as I shrugged my shoulders slightly.

We walked around the boutique about an hour and founded a few things that would look good for the video but it all came down to what the video concept was going to be that would help narrow the outfits down.

"Well, I'm thinkin' we can do a big bubble bath with just me and a bunch of girls in it", K-Ci started. He smirked and continued on, "Think about it. As good lookin' as I am, this video will get so many plays."

Donald and JoJo exchanged looks and mumbled something to each other while Dalvin kissed his teeth and pushed K-Ci a few inches from where he was originally standing.

"Don't nobody wanna' watch a moist tree branch for 4 whole damn minutes", Dalvin said. "They wanna' see me. And maybe DeVante."

"Maybe?", Donald questioned, looking at Dalvin with amusement. "Nigga, I look better than you. Fuck you mean maybe?"

"Better than me? Not with them Anitas on. Them kicks so old, they don't even look like Adidas no more."