Three weeks Later....
How do you feel when the person had sacrificed themselves for a life? How would you feel if they took a bullet for you trying to save the ones they care about? Well, to everyone, they might feel the number one feeling:
Guilt.
Maybe some people don't feel that way. They express it in so many ways you can imagine or just don't understand why it happens. But the truth is, I felt all emotions. It was like they were all pulling me in different directions and fighting for my attention. Yet, I held those emotions ever since Jamal was in the hospital. I stayed by his bedside, holding his hand and silently letting him know that he was not alone with this. The doctor told me and the Lyon family that he was going to be alright, but when he wakes up, he was going to be in a wheelchair for awhile. My stomach dropped at that news. My poor best friend had to go through it all, and he didn't deserve this torture. Ever since that day, I had came and visited him twice a week to just see him.
After that whole situation, I put my whole singing career on hold (even though Cookie and the others were disappointed and had to keep me from going into the deep end of depression) and to make matters worse, I had stopped showing up to Empire after what happened. Becky and the others had tried to constantly call me a lot of times, but I ignored them. I had so much internal conflict within myself that I was traumatized, and I didn't want to be dealing with anymore Empire drama.
On second thought, I didn't want any drama at all. Everybody was talking about Jamal's condition whether on the news or work, and I stayed about home by myself not wanting to hear any word about him. I honestly felt ashamed when he caught that bullet, and just thinking about it made my whole world stop in motion.
Then, I got a message from Cookie, Rhonda, and Hakeem that Jamal was coming home and they were having a welcome back party for him.
I honestly felt happy and relieved that he was doing okay and coming home, but I still felt depressed. They knew I was having a hard time with my situation with Jamal, especially Becky and Cookie, but I knew they were secretly trying to figure out how to get me out the house and make me feel better. If I did accept the invite, what would I do, you ask?
Well, first, kick Jamal's ass for doing something stupid and reckless. Trust me, I am the second-best Goddess for kicking ass other than Cookie. That's how we get along, because we kept the Lyon men grounded on their thrones.
I was at my house, mainly cleaning up when I heard a knock at the door. I looked at the door cautiously, and went to check who was there.
"Who is it?"
"Girl, open this damn door! We need to talk!"
Cookie. Like always.
I opened the door, feeling emotionless.
"Cookie, I really don't feel like talking okay? I'm not---"
"Don't you give me that smack talk. It's been three weeks and you been in this hell hole since Jamal was in the hospital." Cookie rudely came in the house and turned to me.
"Cookie," I said annoyed, "I know you and the others are worried, but I'm fine. Besides, I don't think it's a great idea to come back to Empire, right now. Or ever..." I mumbled the last part.
"Ne'veah, listen to me, it's not your fault. Okay? Jamal took the bullet and that was his choice. You didn't expect that, honey!" Cookie explained, trying to make me see it.
"Yeah, I didn't expect anything, and that's what bothered me, Cookie!" I said angrily, "You didn't see him take that bullet at close range! I did! I could've did something, but I was a coward to not interfere! My own best friend....my ex-lover---just laying there fighting for his life! No matter what, it replays in my mind and I go crazy....." I trailed off, leaning on my door. Cookie didn't say anything but letting me continue.
"I loved him, Cookie....I did and still do." I paused, "I tried my hardest to show him that I'm there for him and show my best affections, but he just sees me only as his best friend. What would I say to him after all of this, Cookie? How can I deal with these unresolved feelings that are still there for him? I want to move on and get a life...but Jamal always finds his way back into my heart that makes me feel horrible." I finished sadly, looking down at my feet.
Cookie looked at me with sympathy and sadness, not knowing what to say.
"I can't deal with this, Cookie....I can't. I come to Empire everyday and have to be reminded of him everywhere I look, and there's drama above everything...no, I really feel like I can't do this anymore. I wish I could hold on longer, but...I'm tired of playing games. I need to have my own life instead of having no one special to turn to. I honestly thought I was going to capture his affections Cookie, but he's just my bittersweet fairytale. I try to understand he doesn't want me after what we said to each other...but inside I'm broken." I said sadly, "We were happy for a minute, and then the next minute....we're not. And then we have our brief spat, and the next....he's in the hospital, leaving me feeling love on the brain. And it leaves me always wondering...what did I do wrong? What happened where I wasn't ever good enough for him?
Cookie ran over to me as I broke down on the floor, crying my eyes out. She kept hugging me tightly and hushing me.
"Shh..." Cookie said softly. "Hey, hey, it's okay, honey....you didn't do anything wrong, I promise. It's just....God's way of saying that you need to move on with your life. Don't beat yourself up." She backed away a little bit until she looked me directly in the eyes.
"Now, I know....what you are going through, Ve. I had that experience before when I was young, but I let love come to me. I saw that with Lucious, even though he is a lying and heartless bastard," Cookie said, making me chuckle a little. "But I gave my heart to him. After what he did to me for 17 years, I still wanted to be with him. He treated me wrong, until he finally realized that he needed me more than ever. I'm telling you, you and Jamal... got something special. You and him might not see it now, but eventually you'll both realize it someday. I understand if you might not want to be here, but doing that will make things worse. Do you understand?"
I took a moment to realize what she said and I nodded slowly, wiping away my tears. Somehow, I felt a little better at Cookie's little talk. It seemed as if her, Jamal, or Becky were the only ones to keep me in line of myself.
"Okay."
"Good, now I came to tell you that you need to be there at Jamal's welcome back party tomorrow and you better be there or else I'll come here and drag your ass there with your curls." She stated firmly, standing up. Yep, now there's the Cookie I know and love. I laughed at her remark,
"I will, Cookie. Don't worry." I assured, standing up after her.
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After my emotional talk with Cookie, I decided that I was going to go to Jamal's "welcome back" party. Maybe I did needed that talk with Cookie, because I felt like all those walls that I was holding in unleashed itself to a breaking point. All I needed was someone to just comfort me and listen to me.
I seen the whole family preparing the whole party while one of them went to go get Jamal. I was a little excited, but nervous to see him. Rhonda, who was mainly talking to Andre, turned to me.
"Hey, are you okay?" She asked worriedly. I looked at her puzzled,
"Oh, um...I'm fine, Rhonda. I mean, Jamal's finally coming home and...I'm just nervous for some reason." I mumbled quietly.
Rhonda put a hand on my back.
"Jamal would love to see you, Veah. Don't worry about it. I'm glad to see you finally out the house, though. We were worried about you." Rhonda said. Andre came up to us,
"That's right, Ne'veah. We were all concerned for you. We still care for you no matter what, even Jamal." Andre patted my shoulder.
I looked at both of them with a smile.
"Thanks."
Just then, we heard Cookie come in with Jamal in toll on his wheelchair. Everybody got up to meet him, while I stood there stunned and whirling with emotion. The moment I saw Jamal, it was filled with happiness, joy, and relief. Then, it was followed by anger and disappointment. Inside, I was debating on what to do next, asking myself should I hug him and show my concern and love? Slap him and kill him with my dead hands? Or both?
I was debating this until Lucious came to me,
"Hey, Ve, aren't you going to see Jamal? I thought you would be the first one to meet him." He said innocently. I looked at him with no expression, and looked back at Jamal who was busy giving thank you's to everyone.
"Uh....yeah, but I'm not sure if that's a good idea, right now. I'm okay, Lucious." I fake smiled, hoping he would believe me. Lucious gave me a confused look and shrugged, walking away from me.
That was close....
After a few minutes, the Empire artist was singing to him while everyone finished to greet him. I got the nerve to walk towards him slowly, and everyone looked to me. I held in my tears, looking all messed up a little. Jamal looked surprised to see me, and moved his wheelchair to me.
"Hey..." Jamal murmured.
I gently smiled a little.
"Hey there, stranger." I almost choked out with a sad smile, sounding a bit hourse.
Jamal gave a worried look towards me.
"Ne'veah....I...'" He started to say. I got the hint that he was apologizing for everything that happened between us because I could see it in his eyes. I thought I seen slight concern and happiness when he saw me, but I wasn't sure. He reached towards me and I finally broke down and I wrapped my arms around him tightly, but not too tight. He slowly wrapped his arms around me, whispering soft words to me. I whispered gently,
"I'm sorry, Jamal....I'm so sorry..."
Jamal was confused to why I was apologizing, but gave a soft smile in return.
Shortly, it went away after a few seconds. It felt like it was the first time he smiled genuinely ever since he got out, and I'm glad that I made him smile.
Everyone looked at us with a smile, not ruining our moment.
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As we listen to Veronica finish her song, which was lovely, we talked about Jamal getting back in the studio mainly.
"I think it'll be great for your brother's wedding." Lucious said to Jamal from the piano. Hakeem agreed from the couch, with Laura beside him.
"Yeah, I want you and V to sing it together. And maybe with Ne'veah, it she wants to. It's dope, right?" Hakeem gestured in my direction and looked back at his brother. I didn't exactly agree with him, but I still didn't want to perform anything right now. I was still worried for Jamal's condition because he hasn't been himself since he got here. It's like Jamal wasn't smiling much ever since the incident, except for when I hugged him a few minutes ago.
Jamal didn't answer him directly, but looked at Veronica.
"It's beautiful, Veronica."
"Thanks, Jamal." Veronica smiled.
"Told you." Lucious laughed.
"Y'all got to find somebody else to sing it with you though, 'cause I'm not going to perform." Jamal said.
"No. Yes, you are, Jamal. You just saying that 'cause you're tired right now. Look, your father turned his gym into a rehab just for you." Cookie replied. Lucious stood up from the piano.
"No, what I actually did, I got the top physical therapist, the same dude that put Peyton Manning together after that big old neck injury of his. He said he's gonna have you in tip-top shape in a couple weeks, son." He assured.
"See?" Cookie told Jamal, "Even Ne'veah agreed to help you through this, baby. She's been worried about you the most."
Okay, now I know damn well I didn't agree to anything, but even if I didn't, I still would've helped him regardless of anything. I still do care for him deeply. I wasn't in the mood to argue with anybody, so I stayed quiet.
"Look, we...we want you to sing at the wedding. Including Ne'veah." Hakeem said.
"Yes, we would love that." Laura said to me and Jamal. Trust me, I had the same expression like Jamal's. I was unsure about it, but stubborn to not reply at accepting the offer.
"Look, Dre even got ordained so he can do the ceremony." Hakeem persuaded. Jamal looked over at Andre and laughed.
"He gonna marry us, Mal. So I want both of my brothers to be there. And you too, Ve. I don't want you to be locked up in that house when Laura needs her bridesmaid there. I mean it, period." Hakeem said. I rolled my eyes, but smiled a little.
Jamal still stayed silent for a moment, which made me feel bad for him. I hated seeing him like this, it made me worry tenfold.
"Maybe we should leave him alone, let him get some rest." Andre chimed in.
"Look, we can even postpone it if you're not feeling---" Hakeem started, but Jamal cut him off.
"I ain't singing no more, all right?" Jamal stated harshly. Everyone looked at him widely, including me. What did he say?
"I'm sorry, man. I'm just...I'm just tired." Jamal's voice started to crack a little, "Ain't y'all tired? The same damn cycle all the time. Just death and incarceration. We could change that cycle..... I ain't singing again until we do."
I looked at him with sympathy and sadness. Jamal's right, all this violence and personal agendas of power between this family has to end, right now. That's why I didn't want to be in between that while pursuing my music career, and I didn't want to be the next one getting shot at because of whatever beef they have going in or outside of Empire.
"Jamal, what are you talking about?" Lucious came over to him, "Don't you realize if it hadn't been for you, I might not even be here, man."
"You ain't got to thank me for that, Dad." Jamal said lowly.
"No, no. I mean...I mean, you took a bullet for me, baby. That's something I will never forget." Lucious swore.
"How's Freda?" Jamal blurted out. I looked at Jamal in disbelief.
Okay, like seriously, Jamal? You really concerned for that trick, but not your health?
Lucious laughed a little, "You mean the girl that tried to shoot me?"
"She's a victim in this. She is. She's a victim, too." Jamal told him.
"Just like him and me and him."
I swear I didn't know what was going on, but I had a gut feeling that Freda might not did this on purpose, but for a sole reason. There was a reason for everything, and I knew it just by looking at his face. I could see that Jamal was defending her for what she did, but to me, that still didn't give her the right excuse to shoot Jamal or anyone; whether or not it was a accident. It could've been handled a lot better than almost killing someone.
"Jamal..." Cookie started, but got interrupted by Lucious's mother, Leah Walker.
"Dwight, you and them kids is paying for the crimes of your daddy." She pointed and him. Lucious stared at her blankly.
"What are you talking about, Grandma?" Andre asked his grandmother curiously.
"Okay. Jamal is grumpy because he's tired. He ain't never been shot before. So I'm gonna take him to his room. " Cookie gestured, and went out of the room. I didn't think it was the best time to talk to Jamal, not after this. I stayed with the rest of the family, still curious at what was going on.
"You said our grandfather was a cop." Hakeem said to Lucious.
"My daddy was a cop." Lucious said grimly and turned to him his mother, "Okay. It's time for you to take your nap. Juanita's gonna bring you up a nice little brandy. Come on," He got his mother up from the chair, "Say good-bye to everybody."
"Good-bye to everybody." Mrs. Walker replied.
"You lucky Thirsty caught you before you blabbed to all those reporters." I heard Lucious said, leaving me with the remaining couples.
I sighed.
"I guess I should leave also."
Hakeem looked at me worriedly,
"You sure you straight, yo?"
"I'll manage, Keem. Don't worry."
"You said that before, and looked how that turned out. You sure you alright?" Rhonda said to me. Laura and Andre looked at me also with a concerned look.
"I'm fine." I seethed through my teeth with annoyance, "I can handle myself. You guys don't have to worry about me. Worry about Jamal." I then walked towards the front door and left without looking back.
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I went to go to Lucious and Cookie to talk about Jamal and my paused music career. I didn't know if I wanted to be at Empire anymore, but I had enough time to think through it. By the time I came to the door of Lucious's office, I looked inside to find Rhonda and Anika fighting. As it was much tempting to find out what happened, I immediately made a worrisome look and dropped my things to help Cookie and the rest of them to get them to stop. Mainly, I got Rhonda since I knew her better than Anika. She then punched Anika in the face, which I knew had to leave a mark.
"Oh my god!!" Anika cried out, holding her nose.
"What in the hell is wrong with you?!" Lucious yelled out to Rhonda.
Me and Andre were holding Rhonda back, while she was trying to get out of our grip on her.
"I know you pushed me, bitch!" Rhonda yelled.
"What?!" Anika shouted.
"Get off of me! Ow!" Rhonda said.
"Rhonda, pull it together and calm down, right now!" I yelled at her, keeping her in check.
"No, Ne'veah! That evil bitch made me lose my baby!" Rhonda yelled.
I looked at her in shock. I didn't know what to say to her now. But the question is, did Anika really do such a thing like that?
"Calm down." Andre followed my lead. She pushed us away form her.
"Get off of me!"
"No, that a wild accusation to make!" Lucious said to Rhonda.
"I passed out on the way down, and then I woke up and I saw your shoes. The bottom of those red Louboutin you love so much?" Rhonda explained.
"Oh my god, she's crazy!" Anika said to everyone.
"Wait, no, no, no. Rhonda, a whole lot of women rock them shoes." Lucious said.
"I got a pair." Cookie said in disbelief.
"Rhonda..." Lucious started.
"You're on her side, now?" Rhonda said to him angrily.
"I'm on nobody's side, but I'm saying I can't see her doing that." Lucious said.
"Okay, wait a minute. Hold up. So, Rhonda. You really think pearl-clutching-debutante Anika, pushed you down the steps?" Cookie tried to take in, full of disbelief.
"I know you did it." Rhonda spat to Anika.
"How could I do something like that to you, Rhonda?" Anika retorted.
"Oh, shut up, bitch!" Rhonda snapped flatly. "Tell 'em, Dre. Tell 'em."
I stood there watching this whole scene unfold. See, this is the reason why I didn't want to take part of this anymore. I wanted this cycle to end with them and regain peace, just like Jamal did. Am I the only person who is on the right side, here?
Andre looked at all of us.
"We're sorry. We are sorry, Pop."
"Sorry?!" Rhonda said in disbelief.
"I don't know what's going on here. We didn't mean to come into your office...like this, with this type of energy." Andre ignored her.
"You are pathetic!" Rhonda said to him, and stopped out the office.
"Is she okay?" Cookie asked bewilderedly.
"God, she is crazy!" Anika contributed.
I shook my head in disbelief.
"This is exactly why I can't deal with this right now, Cookie. I'm heading back home." I then grabbed my stuff from the floor and went to the door.
"Wait, Ne'veah, don't go!"
I ignored her and went out of there. I was done with this drama.
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Me, Hakeem, and Andre went to take care of Jamal and bring him back to his house. I wasn't about to pass that opportunity up.
"It's good to be home, right?" Andre said to Jamal.
"Yeah, sure." Jamal shrugged.
"Yo, I'm tired of being your nurse, bro. I got other things to do, okay? I'm getting married in two days." Hakeem complained.
"All right, that's cool, 'cause first of all, I don't need y'all to babysit my ass. So be gone." Jamal said smartly.
"You sure?" Andre asked.
"I'm certain." Jamal assured.
"You sure? We can put a movie on or a game." Hakeem said.
"I don't want to watch no damn game. You're dismissed. Go." Jamal said to us. I chimed in,
"Don't sorry, Hakeem. I'll handle this. You go."
"All right, hit me up if you need something." He said, leaving with Andre.
"Bye. I love you." Jamal said.
"Love you too, fool."
They went in the elevator and left. Jamal looked at me in confusion.
"What are you still doing here? I said I didn't need a babysitter, y'know." Jamal said, turning his wheelchair.
"Well, whether you like it or not, I am going to make sure you are well, and if you think I'm letting you out of my eyesight, guess again. I'm staying here because you are still my best friend and after that crazy stupid stunt you pulled, I'm definitely going to remain protective of you from now mister. You're not getting rid of me that easily, so swallow that down your throat." I said sternly with a motherly look.
Jamal rolled his eyes at me and ignored my comment, biting back a bitter statement.
"Ve, I appreciate the gesture, but I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Jamal said smoothly.
"J...I can't stop worrying. For weeks, I've been going insane because what happened to you. You can't just expect me to not worry. I almost lost you...and that almost tore me apart because it happened in front of me. It made me feel guilty after everything we've been through actually." I confessed warily. Jamal stared at me in sorrow, sighing tiredly.
I continued to ramble on, my eyes watering in the process as my all my frustrations and emotions from the past few weeks blew out at Jamal.
"I mean, do you know what I've been through? I practically stopped working, I stopped singing, and stopped being around anyone because of how much I was worried about we dealt with! I was depressed with no one to feel the pain! I was the one who watched you get shot....and I didn't do a damn thing! I was going to watch you die! And to think that, just makes me feel some type of way, okay? So don't tell me to stop worrying because I won't!" My tears started to flow down my face, making Jamal look at me in shock and full guilt.
I didn't think to care, I just wanted him to see that I cared deeply for him and it affected me to the core. We both was broken, and we needed to be fixed.
Jamal rolled his wheelchair up to me, with regret in his eyes. He grabbed both of my hands tightly, trying to find his words.
"Ne'veah...I'm so, so sorry you had to see that. I honestly didn't know it affected you entirely. It's not your fault, okay? I know you care for me, and I care about you too. I know I was being a jerk, but I still care about you, okay? I'm alive and well, so that's what matters." Jamal cooed softly, rubbing a thumb on my left cheek.
I slowly nodded at him with a small smile, and then slapped his face hard on his cheek.
"OW!" Jamal yelled in pain. "Damn, what the hell was that for?"
"For giving me a damn heart attack, you oblivious idiot! If you ever do that again, I would gladly annihilate you and make sure you see personal hell, got it?" I pointed at him sternly.
Jamal blinked, rubbing his stung cheek with a hidden smirk.
"A'ight, it won't happen again, then." He said half chuckling as he hand remained on his cheek.
"Good....so what are you planning to do now?" I reply, calming down finally.
"I'm not singing anymore, so..." Jamal rolled around in his wheelchair.
I sighed,
"Oh come on, Jamal! I know you can't stand to go a day without singing. I know you. You can say that for now, but I bet you will want to because it's in your vains." I said.
"Well, I don't want to sing until this violence stops, Ne'veah. I meant that." Jamal said lowly.
"J...could you at least do this singing thing for Hakeem? He wants his peace with Laura. You don't have to, but at least do this on his special day." I desperately persuaded.
Truthfully, Hakeem thought I can get him to change his mind and asked me if I could at least persuade him to do if after begging me recently with a pout face. He wanted me to sing also, and I reluctantly agreed for his sake, but I told him I wasn't singing anything unless Jamal sing with me.
Jamal stayed silent and went over to his piano.
"I'll think about it..." He trailed off.
I went over to him and went behind him. He looked at me with a straight face, at the same time curious of what I was about to do. I started to massage his shoulders gently. He moaned slightly to this and lay his head back on me. I was surprised he didn't stop me, but from this point of view, he enjoyed it.
"Mmm...that feels so good. I miss your massages." Jamal murmured. I chuckled,
"You always said I should be part-time caretaker to these kinds of situations. I think it's just a bonus I cherished." I reply softly.
"I say it's a gift....like your voice, and your beauty." Jamal said softly, lifting his head back more as he closed his eyes. My heart started to beat faster at those words, but breathed in deeply.
"Well, it might be the last time you will get this..." I trailed off softly.
Jamal opened his eyes and looked at me in confusion,
"What do you mean?"
I sighed,
"Um, I, uh...I'm thinking about leaving Empire for awhile...just to clear my head and decide what's best for my future."
Jamal looked at me in shock, backing at way from me.
"You leaving? Why?" He asked curiously worried.
"Well....I wanted to. I mean, I know I was going to be a artist at Empire at first, but I maybe it's best not to be under the company's terms. I can't be in the whole drama mess anymore and I just want to move on with my life. Like you said, we need to clear this whole drama up and get our lives together. Besides, the main reason I'm staying a little longer is to get you back in shape again. After you're situated and everything's working right.. I'll be out of the way." I explained lowly, reluctantly confessing my plans.
Jamal looked at me with a little hurt and sadness, and looked away.
"Oh...okay." He said with a pained expression. I looked away him sadly, not wanting to face inner guilt.
"I'm not going to be gone forever, Jamal. I'll always come visit when I get the chance to. You know I will never forget about you and the family because I don't plan on leaving without being on good terms with everyone. I want to do this for me...like you wanted to for yourself. The least you can do is help me with this one song I wrote for me..."
"I thought you said you didn't want to sing." Jamal said confused.
"I know, but....it's been a minute since we sang together on something and I would want to cherish it. You'll like this song I wrote, I promise....that's if you want to do it?" I said unsure.
Jamal stayed silent for a moment and sighed.
"Okay, but only for you. How's the song played out?" He asked. I knew he couldn't stay off of music that long, he cracks every time. I pulled out the notebook I carried and put it in his hands.
"It's called "Crush". I kinda did this when you were in the hospital and gained an idea one day, feeling in a bit of nostalgia in my free time. It's mainly a duet, I just wanted a certain someone to do the second part with me." I explained, referring to him. Jamal looked it over and did a few tweaks with the song. I let him do that sometimes, it always sounded better with his ideas.
"It's good, even though I had to make make a few adjustments, but it'll work out." He went over to his piano and started the piano.
"Okay, you do the first part, and I'll do the second part." He instructed lowly.
I nodded and started singing softly.
Ne'veah:
You call me on a lazy afternoon
Asking me what I'm up to, let's find something to do
Baby I'd be down, down, down, down, down,
Down down down down.
You know I'd be down, down, down, down, down,
Down down down down.
I see you arriving in your car.
Jet black mercedes, built in the 70's
Classic like you and me
I'll be coming down, down, down, down, down,
Down down down down.
I'll be coming down, down, down, down, down,
Down down down down.
I feel a little rush
I think I've got a little crush on you
I hope it's not too much
But boy when I'm with you I hear it
My heart is singing
La la la la la la...
La la la la la la...
Then, Jamal started his verse.
Jamal:
Honestly you shouldn't waste time no more
Cause all these little boys you're chasing did
They break your heart?
I know you've been down, down, down, down, down,
Down down down down.
I won't let you down, down, down, down, down,
Down down down down.
He stated to look at me with a real smile, knowing fully we was really into the song.
Ne'veah & Jamal:
I feel a little rush
I think I've got a little crush on you
I hope it's not too much
But girl when I'm with you I hear it
My heart is singing
La la la la la la...
La la la la la la...
I wonder if you feel the same
I see it in the way that you behave around me
And I can tell
What we have is different from anyone else
Cause you stop doing what you doing
When I call you come up to me running
And I would do same for you
So tell me that you feel it too
I feel a little rush
I think I've got a little crush on you
I hope it's not too much
But boy when I'm with you I hear it
My heart is singing
La la la la la la...
La la la la la la...
Think I've got a crush, baby
Feel a little rush baby
Think I've got a crush, baby
Feel a little rush baby
Me and Jamal started to stare at each other as we said those words. It was almost like that time we sang together, but with more passion. I simply grabbed his hand during the last part, and it was still there. Jamal started to lean in, while I stared blankly, not knowing what to do.
I can't. The whole reason why I wanted to leave truly was because of this and not live this whole cycle of drama. Besides, he said it himself that he didn't want to be with me, so why try to kiss me?
As he came closer, I became myself again and looked away.
"That was great..." I said awkwardly, brushing off our little moment.
Jamal stopped what he was doing and gave me a straight-face look. I don't know if it was me, but it was like he was searching me for something.
"Yeah..." He said, not taking his eyes off me. I still looked everywhere but at him.
"Well, thanks for doing that for me. I really appreciate it." I thanked nicely.
"No, thank you. For being here for me." He said softly, and grabbed my hand tightly, making me nervous.
I nodded.
"You're welcome, Jamal. You know I'll always miss you, right?" I said, finally turning to him.
Jamal nodded, and hugged me.
"I'll....miss you too."
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Okay, I'm simply doing parts right now since everyone's asking for another chapter. I'm glad you all like this story and I will be glad to do another sequel for this. And since y'all love thus story so much, tell me what's your favorite part of this story. Do y'all think Ne'veah will leave? Did Jamal finally realize that Ne'veah is the one for him? Do you think it'll be too late when the time comes? Find out on this season finale of "Without A Doubt"! To the Empire!!✊🎹🎤❤👑