Bad By Myself ✔️

15. If You Love Me

If you love me, say it
If you trust me, do it
If you want me, show it
If you need me, prove it
-Brownstone

"Girl, somebody blowing up my phone."

They were back in St. Louis giving a concert at Parkway South High School because they had won a Hot 104.1 radio contest. Actually three schools won, but Parkway had first place and the other two schools, Hazelwood East and Webster Groves High had to attend the concert at Parkway. They did this annually for St. Louis since they began. Their old high school never won because they just did not have the numbers some of the bigger schools had. They did other things for Central VPA, like the video and autograph sessions.

"It's hubby?" Ginger said with a snicker getting her make-up touched up.

"Wha?" She looked down at her phone. It wasn't Anthony. It was a number she didn't know. There were six missed calls and now they were sending a firestorm of texts. Something about she had my her man, Anthony was with her last night. Calling her poor white trash. How Anthony was just using her. "The fuck is this?"

"What's wrong?" Melodie asked.

"Some bitch all on my phone talkin about Ant her man."

"Oooo!" Ginger said.

"She got the wrong chick!"

"Probably some groupie fan. Just ignore it," M'Liyah said. "I'm not even public with Donnie and his fans are cyberstalking me. Ugh."

"Man, Ant wouldn't do you like that girl. He's a lot of things, but that boy been mad crazy for you from jump," Ginger said.

At Least Ginger defended him. But she wasn't about this lil girl punk her. She texted her back

Bitch! Must've been some other dick in yo mouth, not my hubby

Hubby??? U a fool, stupid whore

How da fucc u get my number??

Yo man phone bitch

look crazy person go take yo meds or catch a beat down

She stopped texting and turned off her phone. She had dealt with crazy fans before but this was something new. Going after her man like that? Of course, since they announced they were married, fans didn't like that. Either the bitch wanted some of her man dick, or she wanted her pussy. She wasn't getting either.

They performed for the high schools, and then they made it to their hotel suite they were all sharing before they had to fly overseas to Japan and do some shows. They had an exhausting next few weeks.

"Man drama good now?" M'Liyah asked.

"Girl, I ain't tripping. Bitch blew up my phone I just deleted all and had my assistant get me another phone with a new number. When randoms get yo number, shits real. You better hope they don't come out the woodworks with Don Juan. I mean, he is Don Juan. Man is sex on a stick."

"I know...I don't know if I'm ready for that. I like keeping things low-key."

"Sheeiit! If I had a man like Don Juan, I'm taking pics with him everyday and posting them up and down all social media, let haters hate," Ginger said.

M'Liyah threw a pillow at her.

"You and Tempo?"

"Oh, I heard! Lil boy kinda ca-yute! Didn't think he'd be your type of guy."

"I'on know what that means. I like flyboys. He fly. Besides, we just friends."

"Like you and Cra-Z."