Aaliyah POV

So I'm at rehearsals and I'm tired as fuck, I've been singing and dancing every since I left Ayshia and Juanita. Wiping the sweat off of me I glance at myself in the mirror, rolling my eyes when I see Michael walking in. I'm not even gonna show my anger towards his ass, imma see what he is gonna do first. I walk over to the speakers and turn them back on so I can practice a little more. See Michael didn't see me look at him when he walked in so he doesn't know that I know he's in here. I start dancing closing my eyes zoning out the world and just focusing on the music. I start to body roll before going into modern dance before switching back to hip hop moves. ending with one final turn I open my eyes breathing hard noticing that I'm now facing Michael, who is staring hard as hell at me. I walk over to the speakers and turn them off before turning back to him.

"Damn that was good, You're really good at dancing." He says stilling looked shocked, "Ummm thanks I guess." I say shrugging him off and walking to grab my things, " What do you mean 'thanks you guess'?" he asks following," nothing it just means thanks that's all." This Nigga is actually acting like nothing happened last night, oh imma teach his ass something. "Well your welcome, and Ill see you at the concert right?" " Well duh I have to be there Michael, I'm on the tour." I say rolling my eyes at his dumb ass question. "Oooh feisty," he says smirking at me. "Shut up Michael damn," I walk away and notice I'm still limping a little. Smiling he says, "aww what happened, why are you limping Aaliyah?" Ignoring him I walk out and go into the studio. I call my driver to tell him that he can come pick me up in an hour. I set up the music on the sound board before walking into the booth. Looking up I see Michael is sitting in front of the sound board. "Go ahead start singing I got you." I shrug and wait for the beat to drop and then I start singing this new song I wrote called One In A Million. I get to the chorus and Michael stops me, "Try singing that last part again but a little more emotion in it, you got to sing it like you mean it." I shake my head forgetting how much of perfectionist he is. Nodding towards him he starts the song again and I put everything I have into it.

Finally finishing the song, I open my eyes to see Michael staring dead at me. Breathing out softly I walk out of the booth and grab my stuff. "Ill see you at the show." I say walking out of the studio. As soon as I'm about to get into the car Michael runs out, "Hey liyah!" I don't know why that made me snap but it did. Don't call me that Michael, I say turning around staring at him. "Alright Baby girl," When he says that images from last night start to come back. "DONT, don't call me that either,' I say through gritted teeth. I didn't mean to show my anger but it just came.

"Woah calm down,what do you want me to call you?"

"Aaliyah," I say again with so much anger.
"Wait what's wrong , what did I do?" When he asks that I just scoff at him shaking my head. "Wow," I say laughing sarcastically.

"Wow what, look whatever it was I'm sorry."

Bye Michael I say rolling my eyes and getting into the limo waiting for me, "Drive please."

Michael POV
I know exactly what I did, and now I got to apologize for it, I didn't mean for it to happen. I mean its just that she looked so damn tempting in that robe, that I couldn't contain myself. Then to make matters  worse, I slept
with Lisa right after I left her room knowing liyah hates her
and now I gotta tell her,Ugh life's a bitch.