1 Chapter 1: Means Business

"June! are you up yet!?" a manly voice yells from afar. the alarms clock goes off for the five hundredth times this morning. I could hear my fathers loud footsteps and I slowly open my eyes. a white ceiling appears in front of me and I grown. white? i so need to paint this room and fast.

I sit up and look straight ahead of me, directly at the mirror against the wall. My eyes observe every object in the room and leads me to thinking, I'm sort of not feeling my rooms vibe. it needs a change. the door opens after three knocks and my eyes drift over to the door. there stood my dad dressed in tight light blue jeans and a red hoodie. my eyes drift over to the small couch in the corner of my room and there layed my outfit i had picked out the previous night. He has on what i plan to wear. I chuckle. Its nothing new though, me and my dad were always on the same level with clothes. Somebody who has great taste in clothes.

"Morning kiddo." he says and walks over to the window and opens it. I groan and cover my eyes at the bright light coming through the window that hit me right in the eyes. "Time to get up. And uh, hurry. if you don't, you're gonna be late."

I sigh and mess with my hair. "I won't be late Mr wanna be young." i look at him and he smacks his teeth.

'I see you got jokes." I get up as he says that and i smile at him.

I stretch "you can get out of my room now. i'ma get ready." i walk to the bathroom connected to my room with my phone in my hand. "this is my house, so its my room." i hear my dad say and a door closes afterwards. i chuckle and close the bathroom door. my dad is such a jokester.

Btw, his name is Greg. Greg Greylon. CEO of Greylon Industry's. it is one of the best music company's, it was already a million dollar company by the time i hit 16 years old. I help around at the company in my free time. I pretty much try to keep myself busy, i want to earn money instead of being dependent on my dad.

after getting ready, dressed in the red hoodie and light blue skinny jeans with red nikes. i brushed my hair backwards and put a black snapback on. i try not to overdo it or underdo it, either way.. i really dont care.

I walk down the stairs and head to the kitchen. i stare at the blank walls and smile annoyed. "Dad, we need to rearange the house, it's too empty." i say knowing he is in the kitchen.

"We just moved in." he says and i catch him pouting. "but the sooner the better." i nod and open the fridge. i just want something light.

I arrive at school and sit in my car for a little while. it was still early so i took a few minutes to myself. the campus looks quiet but still. This day needs to get on. I look at the time on my phone and put the phone in my pockets. I get out the car and lock the car staring ahead of me. Yeah, Go College! We chose to be here though, so its my own fault.

I start walking straight ahead to get to the door.

"June Greylon!" i whip my head around and see two boys running towards me. i turn around and slowly walk backwards so they can catch up. i dont know who they are btw.

"June. Gosh, you're even more pretty in person." I raise my eyebrows at the cute caramel dude and give them a toothless smile.

"Thank you. Uh, can i help you?" I ask them and we stop walking.

the other guy, dark skinned, killer smile, braided hair and looked a bit gangster-ish let out with a raspy voice "We heard you go to college here, we happen to do so too. I love the work that you do, great producer. i respect that." i smile and shake my head.

"yeah, and i just wanna say you have a billion dollar voice. you the real deal ma." the caramel boy said and flashed a smile. he's so cute. but now i need to know their names, a name would go great with them.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get your names."

"Marcell." The dark skinned guy.

"Justin." The caramel guy.

"I'm June." I say, even if they know June Greylon i'm just a normal human being. just like everyone else.

"Its a pleasure to meet you." They say at the same time and we burst out laughing at it. They are cool.

"Well I need to get going guys. it was cool meeting you."

"wait! can we get a picture with you? and i was wondering can we be friends?" Marcell says and i frown pushing my glasses back.

"y'all are not shady or anything right?" i ask way to bluntly and Justin chuckles.

"nah, we cool ma."

"and can you please stop calling me ma. i'm seventeen."

Marcell gasps. "and youre in college? you got brains girl."

"for sure, Yungin." i look at Justin with a small smile.

"Is that a nickname?"

"yeah. it suits you now since you are younger then us. but we don't wanna keep you waiting, you said you needed to get going?" justin says and i nod briefly.

"lets exchange numbers, so we can hang out sometime." Marcell says and flashes me a smile. I mirror it back and i exchanged numbers with both of them.

"Alright, we'll talk." i say walking so long.

"tight style Yunging." Marcell says and i salute at him with a wink and turn around. I feel we are going to get along great.

Classes went by fast and before i knew it, I was in the car on my way to work. i am on the high way and boy it feels risky, i do not like a lot of cars around me.

I get to work and walk in. "Wassup Brian?" I ask as I pass him and he throws up a peace sign. "June." Harry passes me and we click hands.

"my boy." i walk past sally. "Sally, girl." i wave at her and waves back aggressively with a big smile. i hop in the elevator. "Miss Greylon, Mr Greylon would like to see you in his office." i sigh and lay back. I go up to my dads office and go in.

"What's up?" I ask and he frowns. "Close my door girl." i suck my teeth with a chuckle and close the door.

"We got a new artist and Teddy wants you to be his producer." I raise my eyebrows and put my hands in my pockets.

"Who's the artist?"

We enter the studio and I heard rapping. The beat was good, catchy but it could use some work.

"this is Quincy Williams. he has a big thing coming for him." i focused on what he was saying.

*I can tell your man aint been doing his job

Call me and i'ma come

Get in it and i'ma show you another world

Baby i can make your toes curl*

Me amd Quincy lock eyes and my heart felt like it could explode, i was locked in. he takes the headphones off. "why'd he stop?" i ask and he makes his way out of the booth.

"Whats going on man? Why'd you get out?" my dad asks him and he keeps his focus on me which i knew would get my dad mad.

"Hey! Hey! This is my daughter man, keep your eyes off of her.'' my dad pulls him by his black hoodie. Quincy looks at my dad caught of gaurd.

" yes sir. your kid, off limits." he smiles at me and my dad smacks his teeth and pushes him away.

"start from the top? so i can see what you got player." I say directly to Quincy and he smirks.

"okay. cut it out." my dad stands in front of me and pushes Quincy to the booth. "over here making conversation with my daughter. she's gay." my dad says and i laugh. he's a joke.

"so daddy seems a bit over protective." quincy says and i nod walking beside him.

"he is, you know. we only have each other and my younger brother."

"oh, what about your mom?" i stop walking and scratch my head with a small smile.

"My dad said you got real talent and i saw that for myself."

"thank you. aye, can i get your number?"

"reason?"

"I wanna get to know you better, beautiful."

"alright player. we'll be seeing each other at work a lot, so there's no need."

he pouts "aww, its like that?"

"nah, its not like anything."

"Well i wanna take you out on a date miss." I stop walking again and stare at him. I wanna avoid it bad. He smiles and the butterflies went wild. I try to keep from blushing.

"Yeah... i bet you do. Look i ah i need to go." I smile at him and he nods.

"great studio session." He winks and i throw up my two's.

Gosh this guys is so cute. I mean he's hot. That dimple and his smile, that sparkle in his eyes, his voice! the personality and his way of thinking just locked me in.

I sound like im in a romance movie, love at first sight. Its ridiculous.