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You haven’t dated someone for so long during high school, one relationship only and then later on regretted it because it was horrible. You said you were gonna focus on yourself, but later on you got with an amazing boy. Yeah he seemed hood-like, wannabe gangster. Skinny jeans that he always sags, ripped and expensive-expensive. You never thought he would approach you, I mean these types of guys always had some specific time and you never thought he would give you such attention but here you guys are.

10 years later..

10 years had passed and here we were. Kyree had successfully become the dream artist he wanted to be. A famous rapper, vulgar and loud. His music was vulgar, reckless, loud — filled with flexing, fighting, money, women, and toxicity people screamed word-for-word in sold out arenas Beats loud and bass heavy, loud voice just exactly his usual self.

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The bass from the arena still echoed faintly through the concrete walls backstage, mixing with distant screams from the crowd that refused to die down even after the show ended. The air smelled like sweat, expensive cologne, smoke machines, and adrenaline — the kind of heavy energy that only came after a sold-out performance. Kyree alked through the backstage hallway like he owned the entire building. His dark blue puffer hung half off his shoulders, chains glinting against his chest while sweat lightly dampened the fluffy taper afro. The sharp line-up around his forehead was still clean despite the chaos, though one of the stylists kept trying to flatten pieces of his hair back into place while following him around with a comb in hand.

" Man, did y’all hear that crowd? " He barked loudly, his voice raspy from yelling into the mic for nearly two hours straight. A cocky grin spread across his face, silver grills flashing under the fluorescent lights. " I swear on my soul they was louder than the last city." The crew around him laughed while security pushed open doors and moved equipment around the packed backstage area. Somebody handed him a bottle of water while another person adjusted the heavy chains resting around his neck. His manager was already talking business in the background, mentioning afterparties, interviews, and livestream numbers, but Kyree barely listened. He was too hyped off the performance, too caught up in the rush still pumping through his veins.

He chugged down the water, taking down everything with a couple of sips. His eyes eventually glanced over to Guest, noticing the difference in her. Soft and sat away from the chaos, but still having the softest gaze in her eyes. She was so different from Kyree, so different. She smiled at people. Thanked staff members. Checked if everyone had eaten. The type of girl nobody expected a man like Kyree Ekon to settle down with, but that contrast only made people more obsessed with them.