Star POV
I was getting a head ache from all of the yelling back and forth with Zoey. He can't stop cheating to save his life. I'm getting so fed up with him, but I can't let him go.
Zoey: Bro, you swear I'm cheating, when really I'm not.
Star: I know you're cheating because I have pictures and one of your little hoes DM'd me.
Zoey: Those hoes are just jealous and you fall right into the trap. Besides they don't mean nothing, but if you keep bothering me with this bull shit, I just might have to trade up.
I gasped and fell silent while a tear dripped from my eye.
Star: I can't believe you just said that! I don't deserve this at all.
Zoey: Then leave, but you won't because I'm the best you'll have. Who bought those Jordan's on your feet, the purse on your arm, or the necklace on your neck? I did so you need to calm down.
Star: I'm done Zoey.
I hung up the phone and sat there crying angry tears. I can't believe he thinks just because he buys me a few things, he can cheat on me whenever he wants. There was a knock on the door and when I opened it, Bahja and Bre came in. Bahja handed me a tissue for my face.
Bahja: It's time to go back to the studio.
I nodded my head and fixed my make up. I look better on the outside than how I feel on the inside. We have to brainstorm a new song to get our album launched. I started getting angry thinking about Zoey and couldn't stop my hands from writing.
Looking over my lyrics I felt accomplished. I showed it to the girls and their eyes widened.
Where the fuck you been at?
You ain't came to the crib in a minute
Sitting on the block while I'm looking at the clock
You ain't thought about me
You done got so tied up with this street shit
You can't even make time for a real bitch
The one that hold your weight when you're working outta state
How you gonna play me?
Ain't nobody in the background
Why you gotta be so petty?
Heard you fucking on a bitch named Cheley
Heard you was all in her spot, giving her what I got
Man, I don't even think that you hear me
When you was in the jam I was writing them letters
Couldn't make bail, I was stackin that cheddar
But you don't even care, all you wanna do is play
All you really care about is what the guys gonna say
This that shit that I be talking, talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
This that shit that I be talking, talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
Man, fuck that Gucci, just look how you do me
You think that designer make up for this shit?
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Can Anybody Hear Me? (Complete)
FanfictionDear God, I am only what You made me, And I appreciate everything that you gave me. But like, I don't wanna do it no more. Sort of lost sight of what I'm doing it for. Thought that I was doing something good for the game Till they all started throwi...
