Y/N pulled at the hem of her shirt. She looked around anxiously at the crowd in the bleachers. The arena was packed. She hated being there. But she had to support her man. Her best friend, Kia, nudged her as they walked to their seats.

"Relax, you look like you finna shit on yourself." Kia laughed as they sat down.

Y/N's face was stone cold, "I'm not. I don't like being here."

Kia kissed her teeth, "You know how that goes. If you're not here then them groupies will be coming for Omar."

Y/N shook her head not wanting to listen to those impulsive thoughts. The lights turned down and music began playing from the speakers. She watched as the team ran out. The fans cheered and clapped along.

Omar searched the crowd for Y/N. She was always his good luck charm. Their eyes found each other. Y/N waved shyly at him. He could tell she was having anxiety but he only had eyes for her. Omar smiled brightly at her before returning to the game.

Y/N sat through those few hours. She endured hearing women scream and flaunt their goods at the teams. She really didn't care until the woman sitting behind her started talking about her man.

"Number 23 that's all me." The anonymous woman spoke loud enough for Y/N to hear.

"He has a whole girlfriend." Another random woman spoke.

"So! That doesn't mean shit. She's not that cute anyway. I mean what type of guy wants a girl that looks like that."

Y/N tried to tune out the woman for the rest of the game. Kia was too excited to be at an NBA game to notice her friend's mood swings. Y/N scrolled through her Instagram admiring the pictures of her and Omar.

Her finger hovered over the comments button. Omar always told her to never read the comments but she clicked the button anyway. Almost instantly negative ass comments caught her eyes. They picked apart at her every insecurity.

"Y/N!" Kia's voice snapped her out of her bubble.

"Hmm?"

"The game's over. You weren't even paying attention."

Y/N watched as women crowded the center of the floor. They were drowning in designer. Expensive bags on their arms. Heels made their legs look like heaven. Y/N hated to admit that she was jealous but she was.

"Since Omar and them won you wanna go out and celebrate?" Kia began doing a small celebratory dance as they walked to her car.

"Nah. I'm good."

"Damn, what's wrong with you? You were just fine earlier."

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. Kia looked at her for a few moments. Deciding not to say anything she turned the car on and began their journey back home.

Y/N waved to Kia through the glass screen door. She watched her drive off before closing the door. The house she and Omar shared was empty.

She ran some hot bath water adding bubbles and salts to help her relax. Her thoughts were running a mile a minute.

Undressing herself Y/N sank into the white tub letting out a sigh of relief. The silence in the home was deafening. Y/N hated being alone. She perked up when she heard the front door open downstairs. 

"Bae! Where you at?" Omar yelled through the house trying to find her. 

"Bathroom!" 

She could hear his footsteps as he approached the door. Y/N sank further into the abyss of bubbles covering herself fully. Omar stuck his head through the door. He smirked wanting to join her. 

"Can I come in?" 

Y/N hesitated, "Nah I'm about to get out." 

A flicker of disappointment crossed his face. There was never a time either of them turned each other down unless there was something serious going on. He left her alone so she could get out. Y/N pulled the big plush white towel over her wet body. 

She jumped when Omar was posted up outside the bathroom, "What's going on with you?"

"What?"

"You acting real weird. What happened?" 

"Umm...nothing." 

Omar followed her into the bedroom. Y/N sat at her vanity and began her skincare routine. He mugged her from across the room. She looked at him sideways. 

"Are you going to just stare at me?" 

"I'll relax when you tell me what happened."

Y/N was quiet for a moment, "Some chick at the game said some stuff about me. And then I found some Instagram comments." 

He sighed, "Man, what I tell you about reading that stuff on social media?" 

Y/N became teary-eyed, "Do you know how hard it is being your girlfriend? Everyone talks about how I should look and what you really desire."

Y/N wiped her eyes and turned away from embarrassment. Omar thought about his next choice of words carefully. He knew Y/N was sensitive but not this sensitive. 

"I love for the way you are. I don't give a fuck about what anybody has to say when it comes to our relationship. Y/N, you're beautiful. I can tell you that a million times but you don't believe it. Groupies finna talk regardless. You look good every day, all the time. Don't get it twisted. And stop reading them fake ass comments." 

Omar left a sweet kiss on her cheek and left the room. Y/N was too stunned to speak. She smiled to herself in the mirror. No matter what, that was her man, forever and always. 

authors note: no because I have so many unfinished drafts right now. i can't even finish half of them but I want to. here's an update. i been struggling a lot with my insecurities so I figured why not make something. so many people go through so much and we all need that one person to cheer us up. 

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