I put a lot of pictures in this one cuz I was bored.

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"You gotta whole lotta cash, and nigga you know I want it."

I listened as the crowd rapped the last line to my song. I smiled looking out into the crowd feeling that euphoric ass feeling I got every time I performed.

"Yo rolling loud LA, I really fucked with y'all. My name is DiorDiamanté and I'm out!" I walked off the side of the stage heading to the tent that had water and food and all that shit. I picked up an essentia bottle and looked at the array of snack options they had.

"Aye Dior."

Turning around I smiled seeing Lil Baby. "Wassup." I reached out hugging him. He was definitely like my big brother we came up at the same time and we're both from Atlanta.

"You goin tuh Post party?"

"Ion know. I prolly shouldn't." I shrugged. I heard Post Malone's parties got a little crazy and I didn't need to be in the mix of nothing. Especially since I just got out of rehab, I didn't wanna be around any alcohol. I had to keep my sobriety up. I was 3 months clean, that's a big ass milestone.

"Man, since when you ain go to parties? Jayda gone be there you might as well slide for a lil bit." He encouraged, taking the pack of Oreos out my hand.

"Youon een need this." He spoke while opening the pack, shoving one into his mouth.

"Uhn uhn give me my shit back nigga." I laughed. Those were the last pack of Oreos and I loved them.

"Nope." I watched in disbelief as he continued to shove some in his mouth. Do not let anybody tell you niggas aren't trash. Because, here is a prime example of why they are.

"Dior come on!" My manger yelled.

"You so childish." I flicked Baby off making him laugh before grabbing a random bag of chips and walking to my sprinter van and hopping in.

Letting out a sigh of relief as the cool air hit my skin, I plopped down into the nearest seat. I decided to call my boyfriend and on the fifth ring he answered. "Wassup babygirl." He smiled in the camera, shaking his curls. It looked like he was outside and I could hear other niggas voices in the back.

"I just finished my set." I cheesed.

"I already know you killed it, my baby too hard." He gassed, making me blush. "I wish I coulda been there."

He was at some NBA team workouts. It was important so he could prove he could hang with the guys and a great way to be scouted by teams.

"Who you on the phone with?" I heard Gelo's stuffy ass voice.

"Dior." He responded. "Oooooo big D." Gelo made his way to the camera cheesing mad hard. "Sup girl?"

"Nun much Jelly G." I laughed.

"Don't call him that." Melo scrunched his face as if he was disgusted .

"Why? You jealous?" I teased.

"Yeah, what's my nickname."

"Daddy!" Gelo impersonated a girl voice moaning.

Melo did that little ugly scream he does when he thinks something is really funny, and pushed Gelo away. I laughed to myself. "That is true." I winked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard Post having a party you gonna go?"

I hesitated. "Nah, I don't think I will."

He nodded. "If you change your mind, let me know if you do." I watched as he talked to other people and one even looked like a Bron.

"Okay. I'm going to let you get back to your session."

"Aight, I love you."

"Love you too daddy." I snickered watching his grin widen before hanging up.

Shortly after i arrived at the hotel, I decided to take a nap after being exhausted with the eventful day. Probably two hours into my nap I received a FaceTime call, waking me from my sleep. It was Jayda.

"Bitch open your door I'm outside your room!"

"Wait how did y-?" I got up from the bed walking to the door opening it, and hanging the phone up.

"Damn sis, you don't look ready for this party at all! It's 11:30!"

I looked at her yawning, her fit was cute.

"That's because I'm not going."

"Girl, what the fuck? Why not?" She asked pushing her way past me and towards my room, instantly going through my array of luggage. I hesitated to tell her why I chose not to go. Not many people knew I was in rehab, considering we wanted to keep it low profile.

"I just, I don't know, not my scene." I lied, rubbing the back of my neck.

She looked at me with an unamused face. "Bitch, since when has partying not been your scene? Back in Atlanta you were always at every kickback and party."

Yeah sis, that was the start of the problem.

She pulled out a dress staring at it. "This is cute, put this on. Ooo and you can wear these boots." She held them out and towards me.

"Come on bitch! Let's gooooo."

I guess one little party won't hurt right?

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Walking into the huge ass mansion, the different strands of weed aromas filled the air. Everyone had red solo cups in their hands, some girls were snorting lines off tables or each other's boobs, and some folks were dry humping so hard they might as well had been fucking. I shook my head, classic white celebrity party.

Following Jayda we made our way over to where Baby and his crew was. I noticed a familiar face staring. I hadn't seen him in person in a while.

"Hey, Jayson." He was a basketball player for the Celtics.

"Wassup." He smiled reaching out pulling me into a hug. "How you been Dior?"

I slightly shivered at his firm grasp and smiled inhaling his godly scent. I knew "Eros" by Versace when I smelled it anywhere. It was my favorite scent on a man and he was definitely the reason why.

"I've been good. How have you been?" I pulled away from his grasp, the hug was a little too long for my liking.

"I was better when I was with you." He grinned bringing his red solo cup to his lips and downing the rest of the contents. I rolled my eyes, "How's your son?"

He sighed. "Don't do that, but he's good."

"Don't do what? Allude to the reason why we broke up? I'd never." I folded my arms. "It was an accident-."

"Cheating is a choice, Jay." I shrugged my shoulders. "But I'm over it."

"Are you now? Doesn't seem like it." He spoke slyly, I watched as his eyes grazed over my body.

"Yeah, I've moved on to bigger and better."

"Mmmhmmm. You sure do love you some basketball players, huh?" He smirked. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing, you just have a type." He grabbed two cups filling it with punch handing one to me.

"I wouldn't say LaMelo Ball is bigger or better though. Kid will be lucky if he gets top 3." He motioned for me to follow him leading me to a couch where Baby and Jayda sat caked up. I sat on the arm rest next to him, because there weren't any seats left and I wasn't going to sit on his lap that was for damn sure.

"I hope you know, you sound jealous." I spoke lifting the cup to my face and smelling it, to see if it had any liquor in it. To my dismay it did. I looked down in it, I was real tempted to drink some but I couldn't fuck my self up like that.

"Diamante the fuck are you doing?" I heard an all too familiar voice call out my real name. Something he only tended to do when he was mad at me. Looking up I could see an angry Melo.

"What I'm not doing anything?"

Yanking me off the couch, he snatched the cup out of my hand causing all the contents to fly in the air, with some landing on me. "Melo what the fuck?" I furrowed my eyebrows looking down at my dress which was now stained red and ruined.

"Bring yo ass on." He grabbed onto my arm.

"Fuck you pulling on her like that for?" Jayson spoke up rising from his seat.

Ooo Jesus Devontae Christ.

"Mind yo fucking business." Melo snapped.

"She is my business."

Me:

Melo didn't even react, his grip was just becoming tighter.

"Was nigga. She mine now." He mugged him before turning and leading me out of the mansion.

"Melo you're hurting me." I tried pulling my arm away but it only made him grip it tighter.

"I don't give a fuck." He spat, yelling in my face. "I told your ass to tell me if you were coming to this party. Why I had to look at your location to see where you were?"

I opened my mouth to defend myself but he kept going anyway. "Then you posted up with yo ex, making me look stupid and you drinking?!" He barked.

"I wasn't posted up with him."

"Oh but you was drinking though?"

"I wasn't drinking either!"

"Why you lying to me? I seen you clear as day put that cup to your face and that punch got liquor in it."

"I was just smelling it Melo." My voice waivered and my face frowned as I tried not to cry but failed letting a few tears slip. I was a sensitive ass mf I didn't like all this yelling at me stuff. It didn't sit right with my spirit.

I watched as his face softened and he pulled me into a hug. He couldn't stand when I cried.

"I'm sorry. I just- I just don't wanna see you go back down after you worked hard to get where you are."

I squeezed him tightly not saying anything. I knew he meant well by his actions, he honestly and truly cared for me and just didn't wanna see me fail.

"You forgive me Diamante?" He pulled back grabbing my face and kissing my forehead.

"No." I pouted. "You ruined my dress, and I'm sticky." I smiled looking down then back at him.

"You already know Daddy gon buy you a new one."