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sierra: i'm omw

sierra: u got food there?

jack: what u want?

sierra: wings

jack: aight

sierra: thank u 🤍

he smiles and puts his phone in his pocket. sierra told him she wanted to see him because she got off of work early, and he bought her an uber to bring her to the studio. "nina, can you order some wings please? lemon pepper, by the way," he asks his manager. nina nods and opens her computer.

jack looks around the studio at his producer, urban, their mutual friend donovan, and the six girls strung around the room. one girl is with donovan, one is jack and urbans childhood friend, whom sierras knows, and the other four are just randoms that we're here because of someone else who is now gone.

"alright, ladies, y'all gotta go," he says politely to the group of the women he only met today. they only smile at him and tell him to call them. a few of them touch him on the way out, but they leave nonetheless. all but one, who took a big liking to jack. "you too, brooklyn." jack says.

she only smiles up at him flirtatiously. "but i'm having fun, jack," he lets himself laugh at that, but shakes his head. he knows brooklyn because she's kind of like a studio groupie—he met her when he was in the studio recording 'already best friends' with chris brown. it was almost immediately after him and sierra broke up, and she became a big distraction for him. he'd call her up late, and she'd show up.

he didn't expect her to be in the studio when he arrived, but she was and he didn't have any objections about that. his manager, nina, told him that he was here to work, so hes been basically ignoring her all day, until now.

"you can go have fun with your friends that just left."

"i don't care about them... we cant just chill?" she asks, tugging on the end of his shirt. jack removes her hand from his shirt and takes a step back.

"i'm not sure how happy my girl would be with that," he says. brooklyn looks up at him in confusion.

"your girl? since when?"

"since forever."

brooklyn gives him a sinister smile. "i want to meet her." jack looks at her like she's crazy and points to the door with his thumb. "why not?"

"brooklyn, i'm trying to save you," he says. sierras worst trait as a girlfriend is her jealousy, and she'd admit it too. but she was smart about who she chose to pick fights about. if she saw brooklyn in a different setting, she wouldn't think twice. but seeing her in the studio would rock her world because she knows what goes on in here. she's seen it before.

brooklyn scoffs at jack. "i don't need to be saved," jack holds his hands up in surrender, as if to say it's on you. he shakes his head as her turns away from her and walks across the room to sit back in his original seat. he nervously chews on his fingernails, his knee bouncing anxiously at the thought of sierra coming in here and seeing brooklyn, a girl she has never seen before, sitting there with jack looking guilty.

there's no way he can screw this up with her, so he spins around in his swivel chair and faces brooklyn. "look, you really need to get out," he says.

"i'm literally calling dre right now," she says, like that means anything to jack. he runs a hand through his curls as she puts the phone up to her ear. brooklyn's conversation with "dre" is short, but when she ends the call snd tells jack that hes on the way, he still isn't relieved. "hes, like, ten minutes away," she says.

"are you shitting me," he mumbles to himself. urban glances over at him from his conversation with their childhood friend, dessie and donovan. jack shakes his head and urban goes back to his conversation.

just when jack thinks it cant get any worse, his phone buzzes, and he knows it sierra without checking.

sierra: i'm outside

jack: bet

he sighs and gets up, dragging a hand over his face. he exits the studio without a word to anyone or a glance in brooklyn's direction. with every step towards the lobby of the building, it feels like his shoes are weighted with cement. sierra is going to be pissed if brooklyn is still there when they get back.

"hey," she says, a bright smile on her face as jack approaches. his cheeks can't help but heat up as he takes her in. her face is bright and her hair is cornrowed and put in a bun. she wears high waisted, loose jeans with a red playboy crop top, even though it's the middle of january. a gold, butterfly waist chain sits on her hips and glints in the sun.

"you look good," he says, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her into his arms. she wraps her arms around his neck and smiles.

"i know," sierra says smartly, pulling back from him.

"how was work?" he asks, capturing her by the waist, trying to stall her from going inside. sierra grabs ahold of his arms and looks up at him.

she shrugs, a small smile on her face. "work was work," she says. "but i'm starving. are the wings here?" she asks, throwing one arm around his neck.

"not yet," he says, licking his lips. sierra flicks her eyes down to his mouth and back up before removing herself from his grasp, not sure she can resist the urge to pounce on him, especially when he's in that sweatsuit.

sierra starts walking in the general direction of the studios and jack starts to panic because he knows brooklyn hasn't left yet. he doesn't know how to stall any longer, so he grabs her by the hand and leads her to the studio.

jack opens the door, sucking in a breath, and pulls sierra in with him. though he can't see her, he can tell when sierra notices brooklyn because she lets go of his hand abruptly.

brooklyn stands, adjusting the tiny dress she's wearing. she looks up and smiles at jack and then cuts her eyes to sierra, her smile not faltering. "i was just leaving. it was nice seeing you jack," she says, putting her hand on her jacks shoulder as she passes.

sierra watches the placement of brooklyn's hand like a hawk, burning holes into his shoulder blade. jack looks at sierra snd sees her clench her jaw and internally panics. "i love your outfit!" brooklyn says. sierra just stares at her, and brooklyn's smile fades. jack wishes she'd pick up the hint and get out. but instead, she looks sierra up and down, the corner of her mouth curling up into a snarl. "bitch." she mutters.

"girl, fuck you," sierra says, letting a laugh escape at the end.

"hey!" jack yells, his eyes on brooklyn. "brooklyn, just leave."

"she could've said thank you! she doesn't have to be a-" the look sierra gives her shuts her up.

"control your hoe, jack," sierra says, an irritated smile on her face. he knows that not shit is funny, and that she's on the brink of cussing him and brooklyn out. brooklyn scoffs and flips jack off before leaving, slamming the door on the way out. "you got me all the way fucked up." sierra says to jack, scoffing. jack reaches for her and she pulls back like he just hit her. "ooh, you done lost your mind." she narrows her eyes at him and turns away from him to greet everybody else in the room.

she keeps her greetings short because she's pissed and wants to get out of there. everyone can tell, so they keep the conversations light, except dessie. "that bitch was trippin."

the reminder makes sierra heated all over again. "yeah, i need to get out of here. how long you in town for?" she asks, touching her hand to her bun.

"a few more days. i'll text you and we can link," dessie says. sierra nods and bends down to give her a hug. she gives urban a side hug and waves at nina before she makes her exit.

jack stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, and tries to catch her eye, but she avoids looking at him. he follows her out of the studio and calls her name. "sierra."

she ignores him and keeps walking until he catches her by the arm. "bro, i'm not playing with you. let go of me," she demands.

"can we talk? please?" jack begs, his eyes pleading.

"let go of me before i ruin everybody's day, bro," she says, looking at his hand still wrapped around her arm. he immediately lets go and she puts her hands on her hips. "what?"

"i'm sorry that she was in th- what was she doing there in the first place?" sierra interrupts. jack runs his hand through his hair and she rolls her eyes.

"she's just some girl."

sierra looks at him and tilts her head to the side. "do you wanna fuck her, jack?" she asks.

jack scoffs and looks at her like she can't be serious. "don't even do me like that, you know who i'm trying to fuck," he says, looking her right in the eye.

"really? because it looks like you were trying to get her out before i came, and if you want to fuck her, go ahead. don't let me stop you—and tell me now so i can stop wasting my time," sierra says, crossing her arms over her chest, her neck rolling.

jack scoffs and looks at her like she's crazy. "do you hear yourself? i told you i'm not fucking her, and i wasnt fucking her before you got here. i was trying to get her out before you got here because i know how you get," he says. sierra squints up at him and bends slightly at the hips.

"get like what?" she questions. jack laughs and looks off to the side, shaking his head at her. sierra has an issue with women being in the studio before she gets there, not after the fact, unless they try something.

"you know what i'm talking about," he replies. sierra rolls her eyes and straightens up. "you're leaving? really?" jack asks as she backs up from him.

"um, yeah. you're pissing me off," she says. jack gives her a pleading look, and she almost wants to hear him out, but the more she thinks of what happened ten minutes ago, the more frustrated she gets.

jack sighs as he watches her leave, feeling helpless.

-

sierra takes one puff of the hookah before blowing out the smoke and leaning back against the couch with a sigh. her arms are crossed over her chest, and her expression is bored.

jasmine and deja record themselves smoking the hookah and lip syncing to the song playing in the lounge. sierra wants so badly to join in and have fun with them, but she couldn't even fake it if she wanted to. sierra was pissed at jack, but slowly morphed into her moping around because she missed jack and wanted to see him today. she wishes she would have heard him out, and that he would have called her or made her stay, but neither of those happened, and she's not happy about it.

deja notices sierra sulking and tilts her heard at her. "whats wrong, si?" she asks. 

"nothing, i'm fine," sierra lies, putting up a front.

"you aint gotta lie to kick it," jasmine says, blowing out smoke. "you been in your feelings all night." jasmine points out. sierra makes a face at jasmine and waves her off.

"what that nigga do?" deja asks jokingly, but when sierra sighs, her face drops. "i was playing! what happened?" she asks sierra, a shocked look on her face.

sierra glances at jasmine and blows out a breath of air. she gives them a condensed version of what happened, feeling guilty for talking about him so much on a girls night out. "and now i miss him, and i feel bad."

"for what? he shouldn't have hoes in there if he fucking with you," deja says, pursing her lips.

"i know, but i honestly don't think he did anything with her... i'm pissed that he even had bitches in there, but i really think he was being honest," sierra says, running a hand over her cornrows. jasmine sighs at her takes another hit of the hookah.

"look, sierra, i love you for life, but i really want to enjoy this night out with the two of you, just the three of us with no problems. tomorrow? i'm all ears, but right now i got my hookah, my best bitches, and some good music, and i'm tryna have a good time!" jasmine says.

sierra nods. "you're right," and so they spend the rest of their night having fun, posting videos and pictures on their instagram stories for everyone to see.

shes enjoying posting random selfies, when she gets an unexpected, but wanted DM from the one and only.

jackharlowreacted to your story: 😍😍

jackharlowdamn lemme get your number ma 😩😩

iamsierra lollll

jackharlowu still mad at me?

iamsierra🤷🏽‍♀️

jackharlow what that mean?

iamsierra🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

jackharlowi'll call u later 

jackharlow let me make it up to you

iamsierraread 9:39pm

sierra smiles at puts her phone in her purse. she wants him to call, but she kind of likes that he's letting her have her space because of what her friend just told her not too long ago. right now is not about him.

so she keeps having fun until deja and jasmine are ready to go. jasmine calls the uber and the three of them wait out in the foyer, shivering whenever the door opens and brings in the cold january air. "he's here," jasmine says, hugging herself tightly.

the three of them quickly shuffle out of the foyer and into the street. jasmine clarifies that the driver is who they say they are, and then they pile in the back, sierra wedged between her friends.

deja pats her leg. "next time, smoke some!"

sierra waves her off. "i got work in the morning and school," deja waves her off, in a live a little manner. between the three of them, sierra is most dedicated to school. they're all smart, but deja and jasmine let themselves have fun, while sierra will stay in and do work for hours on end. she only started loosening up in the middle of her third year, but barely.

"you got anywhere you want to be dropped off at?" jasmine asks her. sierras face gets hot at her accusatory tone, and just as she's about to respond, her phone starts ringing. she fishes it out of her dior bag, and her friends look over her shoulder at the screen. "speak of the devil." jasmine says.

sierra answers the facetime and jacks face takes up most of the screen. it's dim in the room he's in, and she can tell it's the studio. the only thing that's changed is he's in a tshirt and not a sweatshirt anymore. "hey, jack," deja and jasmine say in unison.

jack smiles a cocky smile, and sierra rolls her eyes. "hey, yall have fun?" he asks, putting an arm behind his head.

"yeah, but we sending her ass your way right now," deja says. jacks smile seems to get bigger and sierra drops her hands in her lap, putting herself at an interesting angle.

"you just gone put them in my face like that? in public?" jack asks. sierra looks at herself in the small viewfinder and lets out a light chuckle. her entire under/innerboob is visible to him in her cross-halter top.

"my bad," she says, lifting her arms up putting her back at her original angle. "you still at the studio?"

"mhm. are you still mad at me?"

sierra bites back a small smile. "that depends," she says. normally, she'd be embarrassed to talk on speaker with someone she is involved with, with her friends around, but it's always been different with jack. she has nothing to keep private to herself that her friends can't know about, especially with him. they have VIP access to what they talk about.

jack smirks at her. "i'll make it up to you, shorty."

"not you calling her shorty," jasmine says, letting out a cackle of a laugh.

"even though i'm not your man, you ain't my girl imma call you my shawtyyy!" sierra, jack, and deja sing in unison.

after the calm down from laughing, sierra looks back at her phone. "aight, well, imma pull up on you soon," she says, checking herself out in her small square of a space.

"peace, yall," he says before hanging up. sierra smirks to herself and opens up the camera app to checkout how she actually looks.

she couldn't wait to see how jack would 'make it up' to her.

——

jack really dont fight for sierra like that... booo