Free Nobody's Girl by Keisha Ervin Page B

Spades and Grey Goose. Chicks were sweatin’ him left and right, but he wasn’t trippin’ off none of them. The women were all pretty and shaped like video vixens, but he knew that they were only checkin’ for him ’cause he was signed to Dr. Dre’s Aftermath and his debut album Compton’s Most Wanted had gone double platinum and was a certified classic. Industry heavyweights like Jay-Z, the Game, and Drake were all clamoring to work with him.
    His U.S tour was sold out across the country and money was coming in by the boatload. All of J.R’s dreams were coming true, but living life on the road was a lonely task and one-night stands with random females had already begun to get old. He wanted more and the mystery girl in a Brooklyn Nets snapback was possibly the woman to fill the empty space in his heart.
    Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, but homegirl didn’t seem to have a care in the world. All she cared about was kickin’ it wit’ her girls and vibin’ out to the music. He loved that she wasn’t jockin’ him. She hadn’t even looked in his direction once, which made him want her even more.
    â€œAy, I’ll be back,” .R. told his pot’nahs before stepping away.
    Farrah swayed from side to side to Kendrick Lamar’s sensual melody “Poetic Justice” as her and J.R.’s eyes met. She couldn’t pinpoint at first where she knew him from, but she did know that he was beautiful. Everything about him from, his nappy box to his smoldering brown eyes and the dip in his walk screamed danger and sex. But Farrah couldn’t turn away.
    He looked to be about five feet eleven and possessed the creamiest chocolate-brown skin she had ever seen. He donned a black T-shirt and three gold chains that appeared to kiss his collarbone. A classic gold Rolex watch, black Y-3 fitted jeans, and black Givenchy sneakers summed up his simple, yet edgy, look.
    â€œOMG, is that who I think it is coming toward us,” Camden screeched, tugging on Farrah’s arm.
    â€œI think so,” Farrah said, unsure.
    â€œIs that the rapper J.R.?” London scrunched her forehead.
    â€œYes, he is so hot,” Camden replied in a daze.
    â€œWho’s hot?” J.R. asked, standing in front of them.
    â€œYou, you’re hot,” Camden stated with a hint of attitude. “You are J.R., right?”
    â€œI am.” J.R. smiled, revealing a perfect set of white teeth.
    â€œFuck,” Camden stomped her foot. “Even his teeth are sexy.”
    â€œHis teeth are sexy, really?” Farrah looked at Camden as if she were dumb.
    â€œI mean, look at them—they are.” Camden pointed. “Smile for us again.”
    â€œNo, but thanks for the compliment,” J.R. responded, smiling anyway.
    â€œAnytime.” Camden winked.
    â€œSorry about my friend. I think she’s drunk. Hi,” Farrah extended her hand for a shake. “I’m Farrah, the crazy chick to my right is Camden, and the other one behind me is London.”
    â€œNice to meet you all.” J.R. shook her hand.
    â€œI love your music,” London spoke up. “Your mixtape The Untold Stories is everything.”
    â€œThank you.” J.R. gently held Farrah’s hand in his.
    â€œYou are so sexy in real life.” Camden damn near drooled.
    â€œIs that right? ’Cause I think that your friend Farrah is pretty sexy herself in real life.” He traced the curves of her frame with his eyes.
    â€œYou did not just say that,” Farrah laughed.
    â€œWhat?” J.R. said, confused.
    â€œNothin’, can I have my hand back?” Farrah cocked her head to the side.
    â€œYeah, if you say please .”
    This negro crazy, Farrah thought.
    â€œPlease,” she said sweetly.
    Never one to go back on his word, J.R. reluctantly released her hand.
    â€œReal talk, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you since you walked