Ain't mine

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It hadn't even been a whole day since Cube came through with that bombshell, and Korina was still processing it. She tried to play it cool, but the shit stung. Sure, she and Eazy weren't together, but the way he acted? Like he gave a fuck. Like he was feeling her for real. All the times he acted like he had studied all he tricks used in movies ,the ones that'd make a girl fall in love when they are used.

That kind of shit hits different. The little laughs, the late-night convos, the way he always acted like she was more than just a homegirl.

So when Ren texted her that he was pulling up with Navira for a minute, Korina wasn't even fazed. She had on her chill fit-just pants, a hoodie , and her a jacket , no makeup. Face still masked up. She answered the door with one hand still slick with moisturizer. Navira stood next to Ren, pretty as hell like always. Chick glowed like she ate gold flakes for breakfast.

Ren had clearly tried to get smooth with Navira on the way over, but the way she curved him? Flawless. He looked halfway embarrassed, muttering about how she was too Hollywood for him now. Korina laughed loud as hell, teasing him. "Damn, Ren. That's what rejection in 4K looks like."

Navira smirked, shaking her head. "Girl, he hit me with some corny line about 'putting a verse on my heart.' I had to leave him on red while sitting next to him."

Ren threw his hands up. "Man, fuck y'all. I'm going to the back."

"Ah come on Ren don't be upset cause ur a loser"I laughed.

he tried hiding his laughter instead replacing it with a look as if he had just been hit.

The girls settled in the living room, legs curled under them, snacks in between. Navira could tell something was up. Korina hadn't said much since the door opened.

"You good, Kori? You seem... off," Navira asked, side-eyeing her like she already knew the answer.

Korina sighed and finally spoke up. "I mean... I found out Eazy been fuckin' around with other chicks. Like, I know we ain't a thing, but it's the disrespect for me. We was bonding, vibin'. Shit felt real."

Navira gave her a sad smile. "Been there, babe. My ex was just like Eazy. Charismatic, fine as hell, said all the right shit... but had a different bitch on rotation every weekend."

Korina blinked. "Wait. You dated someone like Eazy?"

"Worse," Navira muttered. "He was a broke version of him. At least Eazy got money."

Korina cracked up laughing. "You wild."

Navira leaned in. "But for real, don't sit around acting like you ain't hurt just 'cause y'all ain't got a title. That man had you feeling some type of way. You got every right to feel fucked up about it."

"I'm tryna not let it show," Korina mumbled.

"Well too late, bitch. Your eyes glossy as hell," Navira teased.

They laughed again. Then Korina asked, "Yo, what happened with you and Cube? Y'all was vibing last I heard."

Navira rolled her eyes and broke the whole thing down-how she tried shooting her shot, and just when it got good, Dre came in yelling some dumb shit about Cube having a crush on Korina.

"Wait, what?!" Korina snorted.

"Yeah. I was mid-banter, mid-flirt, and here come The Doc screaming shit like we in a romcom. Killed the whole vibe. Cube got flustered, Eazy got pressed, and them two almost threw hands. Over you."

Korina's jaw dropped, then she laughed so hard she damn near rolled off the couch.

"Bitch, you lying."

"I wish I was. Shit was a whole mess."

"You always catchin' the drama!"

Navira wiped her eyes from laughter. "Anyway, I gotta head back to the studio and lay down the last couple verses for my EP. Come with me?"

Korina groaned. "Mm, I don't know... I ain't tryna see him."

"Ignore his ass," Navira said. "He's not worth missing out on your bag. Just keep that same 'fuck you' energy."

They arrived at Ruthless, the energy buzzing with creatives, engineers, and artists coming in and out. Korina stayed close to Navira, eyes lowkey scanning the building for any signs of Eazy.

In the booth, Navira killed it-her voice smooth, confident. She was that girl, from her tone to the way she adjusted her headphones. Korina sat watching, proud but lowkey distracted.

One of Navira's demos played on the speakers, a slow, sultry track with a haunting hook. Korina nodded along, impressed.

Dre popped in. "Yo, Kori. Eazy wanna talk to you."

Korina stiffened. "Where he at?"

"Probably in the lounge. Just said he wanted a quick word."

Navira leaned over. "You got this. Remember, big middle finger."

Korina rolled her eyes but nodded. She walked through the studio halls, nerves buzzing.

Then she saw him.

In the fucking lounge.

Getting head from some thirsty-ass hoe. Hair all in his lap like it was her job-shit, maybe it was. Her stomach turned.

"You nasty, motherfucker," she said out loud, disgust laced through every syllable.

Eazy looked up, shocked. "Yo, Kori-"

"Don't even. Don't fucking say a word."

She turned on her heel, but Eazy was on her tail.

"Yo, wait, Kori! It's not what it looked like-"

"Oh, what the fuck was it then, Eazy? A fucking dentist appointment?!"

"You mad over a bitch that don't mean shit!"

"You mad fake! All that time you was spending with me, all that 'you different' talk-nigga, save that shit."

"You act like we was together. I never said you was my girl."

"But you acted like I was. And that's even worse, motherfucker."

Eazy's face twisted. "Man, fuck all this. You just mad 'cause I ain't drop everything for you."

"No, I'm mad 'cause you got me out here feelin' like a dumb bitch!"

She shoved past him. Anger burned her eyes but she didn't let it show.

"What the fuck man?"Eazy asked.

The others walked in on the scene happening right now.Others shocked while cube had a visible grin on his face ,happy this whole thing was happening.

Dre stood next to Navira who had been watching the whole thing go down.

"What the hell?"Dre mouthed.

"I don't know"she responded.

"So you gon leave just like that ,acting like a bitch ,listen we weren't even together" he said.

"Now you acting a bitch?"he finished. Seeming as if he was now the one who felt hurt.

"Oh ok acting a bitch?"I asked him

I waved my middle finger in the air leaving the building.

Korina's POV

Back at home, Korina laid on her bed, hoodie over her head, face blank. She wasn't crying. She wasn't broken. But her heart was sore as hell.

She kept hearing his voice, the bullshit, the audacity. She really let herself believe he could be more than some gangsta rapper with hoes in every room.

She scrolled her phone mindlessly, passed up messages, ignored calls. Ren peeked in but didn't say anything-just left a cup of tea and bounced.

She whispered to herself, "Fuck that nigga. I ain't cryin'. I ain't cryin'."

But damn... she really, really liked him.

And he fucked that up