High School (part 1)

I sat down in the library trying to finish homework. I wanted to be alone. I ALWAYS wanted to be alone. I saw another spot in the back of the library. "Quiet." I thought and smiled. I grabbed all of my stuff and rushed to that available seat. I sat down relieved and somewhat relaxed. I opened my science and began my homework.

There was a boy that walked in and sat in the seat across from me.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asked.

"No." I said still looking at my science book.

"How are you today?" He asked.

I looked up. "Look if you don't mind, I'm trying to do my homework." Then looked back down at my homework.

"Sorry." He said a little disappointed.

There was a long pause. Then he spoke again.

"My name's Drake." He said wanting me to shake his hand.

I looked at him again "Hi." I closed my book put it in my bag and got up and left the library.

Jail Stories (Story 2)

"If you saw Onika right now. What would you feel." The detective asked.

"Rage."

"Why?"

"Because she chose that stupid jock over me!!"

"Okay calm down. Do you know the jock's name?"

"I vowed never to say his name."

"Okay do you want to get our of here?!"

I nodded.

"Okay stop being difficult and answer the question."

"Drake."

"Funny he's famous too."

That made me mad even more. I felt the rage building up.

"Do you have anger issues?"

"No! I DON'T AND STOP DOING THIS TO ME!"

"Mmmhmm. What makes you mad?"

"You. Drake. Onika."

"Has anyone visited you ever since--"

"No."

"You've got a bad attitude."

"Shut up."

"So you do wanna stay here?"

"Right now I don't give a fuck!"

"Okay."

I watched the detective as she walked out of the room. Then stared at my hands.

"When I get out of here, you're mine."

She Worked In A Skyscraper (Part 2) - The Date with the other guy in the elevator.

Nicki caught a cab this time to her big condo. She walked to the elevator as it was closing.

"HOLD IT!" She shouted.

She saw a hand trigger the doors to open back.

"Thanks." She said smiling and then looking at her phone.

"You're welcome. What floor?" The man asked.

"13 please." She said in British accent.

It was quiet in the elevator. They were going really slow today. Nicki broke the silence by complaining about her job.

"I hate when people don't show up to their scheduled appointments."

"Yeah I missed mine with Vouge Fashion today." He said laughing.

Nicki looked up wide eyed. "That was you?"

"Yeah."

"Drake?"

"Yeah?"

She playfully punched him in the shoulder. "Next time show up!!!"

"Sorry." He said laughing.

Nicki looked up at the screen showing the floor numbers. 7.

"Why are the elevators moving so slow?"

"I don't know." Drake said concerned.

The elevator started creaking.

"Draaake? What's going on?" Nicki said getting scared.

The elevator came to an abrupt stop. Floor 12.

"Damn!" Nicki said.

"What's wrong?" Drake asked.

"I'm claustrophobic!"

"No you're not."

"How do you know?"

"Look at your face. I know you're acting."

Nicki looked at him and cried.

"What's wrong?"

"I had a date tonight. I didn't wanna go though."

"May I ask? With who?"

Nicki realized what she was doing was wrong. Going out with her boss? No.

"My boss." She said quietly.

"Oh."

A loud voice came through the speakers that startled both of them.

"We will get you out in a few hours."

"Hours!" Nicki said freaking out.

"Just relax." Drake said soothing her.

Nicki texting Safaree letting him know that she was stuck in an elevator. He called her.

"So you must not want the job?" Safaree said.

"It's not that! IM REALLY STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR!"

"Just say you don't wanna go out with me!"

"SAFAREE YOU'RE REALLY PISSING ME OFF!!!"

"Bye Nic."

Nicki chunked her phone at the floor.

"Sorry." She said to Drake.

"It's alright."

"I'm cold."

He gave her his jacket.

"Thanks." She said smiling.

"Welcome. Now we wait."

She Worked In A Skyscraper (Part 1)

NICKI P. O. V.

My alarm went ringing in my ear. I rolled over and turned it off. "Ugh! It's Monday." I peeled out of my sheets and walked sluggishly to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and walked to my closet. "What am I gonna wear?" I scanned my closet. " I have to go shopping." I rolled my eyes passing the sticky note wall saying, "Must go shopping!" I looked at my clock. "Gosh, I'm gonna be late." I rushed and put my clothes on. I usually wake up earlier to catch a cab. I sprinted downstairs to catch the cab. It was gone. I had to walk 7 blocks in 6 inch heels. I walked passed Times Square and into Southern Manhattan. I worked at Vogue Fashion. I was a designer's assistant. I walked in greeted everyone and proceeded to my small apartment size office. I sat down and tried to pull up all my emails. The phone rang.

"Hello, Vogue Fashion. This is Onika."

"Hello I need to make an appointment."

"Okay, I can get you right now."

"Um okay that will work."

"Alright see you then." I said smiling and hanging up the phone.

"Onika!!!" The phone intercom blasted.

"Yes, Mr. Samuels?"

"Latte please?"

"Why did you call me?"

"Because you make them the best."

"Okay right away sir."

I walked to the break room and grabbed latte. I thought about spitting in it, but that hoodrat Kim was in the room.

"Who's that for?" Kim said stirring her coffee.

"Mr. Samuels."

"Why did he ask you?" She said scrunching up her face.

I was about to be a bitch but decided to reply nicely.

"Apparently I make the best." I said Kanye shrugging.

I walked away and knocked on his door.

"Come In."

"Here." I sat down his coffee and started walking to the door.

"Wait." He said getting up out his chair. He walked behind me and closed the door.

"How would you like to be promoted?"

I sat their in shock.

"I'd love to. But promoted to what?"

"To my secretary."

"Oh my goodness thank you!" I said hugging him.

"You're welcome. But under one condition, you must go on a date with me."

I turned looked at him.

"Seriously?"

"Yep. Tonight at 8:00."

"Okay."

I strutted out of the office and went back to my desk. My friend Candice stopped by my office.

"What you grinin' and skinin' about?"

"I got promoted and Mr. Samuels wants to go on a date with me."

"Oooh gurrrrl!"

"Candi stop." I said laughing.

"Have fun."

"I will."

Jail Stories (Story 1)

She was one of the popular girls she always had people doing things for her. I liked her very much. I was the nerd of the school, but no one knew my strengths. She'd laugh when I got pushed shoved and tossed around. She avoided me so much I couldn't even do her homework. One day my guts got the best of me and I asked her out. One of the jocks beat me up and gave me a swirly. She kinda felt bad but shook it off. Her name was Nicki by the way. Everyone wanted to be her. She had a BMW, and a Range Rover. She lived in the high part of New York. Very preppy girl. Now every time I see her on some show or interview I remember me imagining good time we could have had. I got so pissed at one jock one day and took a gun to school. He pushed me into my locker and I shot him in the eye. Osama! Haha. The principle called the police. I went to jail. I was 16. I'm 24. You do the math. I miss Onika.

"Hey! Lunchtime!" the officer yelled.



SO SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS...

Screamin' Hell Yeah.

They had just came from their wedding and were on their way to the reception.

"I love you." The 32-year-old Nicki told her newly wed husband.

"I love you too." The 35-year-old Safaree told his newly wed wife.

"Are we forever?" Nicki asked.

"Of course. We're you listening to my vows?" Safaree chuckled.

"Yes," Nicki giggled. "I just don't want to go through this again."

"What, you didn't enjoy the planning of this wedding?" Safaree said looking confused.

"I did enjoy it," Nicki said sighing. "Just a lot of work."

"Yeah it was." Safaree said nodding.

They arrived to the venue and Nicki changed clothes. They both stepped out the limo looking like the Kennedy's. Most of her fans were invited and family.

The partied until the older ones got tired and left. Then the party really began.

"DJ play that Hell Yeah!" Wayne shouted.

DJ spun the track and everyone was live. After a few songs Nicki got tired and wanted to go home and cuddle with her new man. She looked around and saw everyone having fun and happy. Safaree saw her and walked in her direction.

"You okay?" Safaree asked smiling.

"Yeah I'm fine. Can we go now?" Nicki said.

"Yeah come on."

They snuck out the back door and hopped in the limo.

Nicki held up her pinky. "Forever?"

Safaree grabbed her pinky. "Hell Yeah."

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I decided to make all of these 1 shots okay!