“We ended up chilling in his room and talking. As we spoke, he kept saying I was ghetto. He said that I was so ghetto he couldn’t understand chicks like me. That was strange. He was supposed to be from Compton. How much more hood was anything than that? But yet he didn’t act like it. Honestly, he was kind of corny. He wasn’t what I was used to. Maybe because he was from California, clear across the country from me. Anyway, we drank and smoked as time passed by with him cracking silly jokes. Before I knew it, I was wasted. Not totally wasted but I was getting there.
The combination of good weed and wine had done a number on me. But through it all, my mind kept wondering about Jason. I was wondering if he’d made it back to the room yet…. Jason wasn’t there and hadn’t been there. I got mad. What kind of business could he be handling that would keep him gone all night? Immediately, I jumped to conclusions and figured he was with another b*tch, although he’d never played me like that before. Out of spite, I returned to Game’s room. When Game opened the door he was dripping wet and dressed in just his boxers. His body was tight, and he was tatted up all over. He shut the door and I followed him out to the Jacuzzi. Game hopped in and with no shame, pulled me in with him. The moment seemed weird. There weren’t many times where I was with someone who just chilled in a situation like that. Eventually we just talked, with the jets shooting out pressure all around us; my body leaned back against his chest. They say everything happens for a reason…enough said. I have nothing but the deepest respect for The Game.”