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Here in the Heights though… it was like I could breathe again.
Finally.
“You’re not overworked, you’re at the gym multiple days a week, and you’re getting consistent dick. Best medicine,Brookie,” Bianca teased. “Everything is working in your favor, and it’s okay to lean into that. Don’t punk out on it because you’re scared of what could happen.”
“Wow, drag me.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Who says I like him like that anyway?”
She giggled. “Uh, your face. And hello, it'sKyir. That motherfucker is fine.”
I shook my head.
He was definitely that.
“I’m supposed to go to his show tonight,” I said to Bianca, knowing she would understand the significance. She'd gone with me to the show in LA when I saw him for the first time, opening for an established rapper.
I was not remotely interested in the show, I was just there to take pictures… but then Kyir hit the stage.
It had been as close to love at first sight as a horny young twenty-something who didn't know a damn thing about the man she was looking at could get.
The face, the body, the stage presence, the words coming out of his mouth…
I was an instant fan.
Which… honestly… probably fueled that borderline inappropriate photoshoot with him later, which had fueled the rumors, which fueled my current hesitance to make this something it wasn’t yet.
Basically, I was the architect of my own nightmare, no one to blame but myself.
Shit.
“He’s going to be at the new place,Summit?” Bianca asked, pulling my attention back to present.
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “Which, it’s intimate seating, so it's not like I can just tuck myself away somewhere to privately work through my thirst. His people want me with them.”
“Wait a minute! You didn't tell me you were in this man's friend group, kicking it with the homies and shit!” Bianca exclaimed; eyes wide.
“Because it's not likethat,” I quickly amended. “When I say his people, I mean like the folks he grew up with, the people who actually know him here in town.”
Bianca frowned. “So… hisfriends.”
I laughed. “It’s not like that. I don’t even know why I said it. Winnie is a local friend, an instructor at the gym I go to. She invited me to sit with her and her friends and they all kinda grew up in the Heights, so they know Kyir. No one knows aboutusthough,” I explained. “Well…no one except Nick.”
“Nick Davison?” Bianca asked. “He's there to shoot the mini doc with Kyir, right?”
I nodded.
“Girl, you might want to talk to him too or see if he can put you in touch with Noah. I bet she has some insight too, after what the internet tried to do to her.”
Again, I cringed.
I wasmore thanfamiliar with what social media had attempted with Noah, who I really liked, for varied reasons. She was one of those people that felt like a breath of fresh air, whether you liked that or not. She “kept it real”, but not in the blunt, cruel way a lot of people marketed themselves on. Her whole brand was holistic wellness and self-care, without the pretention though.
It had kinda fucked me up when shit hit the fan, because I’d, in my mind, put Noah on a pedestal of being “above” the kind of behavior she was being accused of. And while there hadn’t been any sort of malicious intent on Noah’s part—she hadn’tactuallydone what it was made out to be—the fact of the situation was that she could’ve made better decisions around the whole thing.
And the internet hadnotbeen hesitant about letting her know.
What happened to her, and what I’d seen social media do to other women in the public eye like Dawn Oliver, Teagan Tolliver, and Joia Love, and of course Bianca, just to name afew,had helped fuel my insistence on not being connected to Kyir publicly.
And my anxiety about what would happen when we inevitably were.
