I'm Not Afraid

Chapter Six

Tyla's POV

"Nothing, but real niggas only." I sing along to Only by Nicki Minaj while gulping down shots. Everything is blurry and I keep going into random fits of laughter. Great. Now the bartender is looking at me like I'm crazy.

I look over and see people taking belly shots so I join them. I lift myself up on the table, lifting up my black, fitting dress, revealing my red lace thong and matching bra. This ugly boy with a bunch of tattoos on his scrawny arms, pours vodka in my belly button, sugar on my chest and toned stomach, and he places a lime in my mouth. he tried to get my number, but I rejected his ass. He thought! A gorgeous boy came out of nowhere, smirking at me. He was darkskinned with big lips, nice round, brown eyes, and he was around 5'9-5'10. He's still tall compared to my 5'2 body. He bit his lip as he sipped the vodka from my belly button.

I scan the crowd to see if Brandon was anywhere. I didn't see him so I just shrugged it off. The boy moved up to my stomach and chest and licked all of the sugar off of me. I squeal as he does it, making him smile up at me. He got to my mouth and kissed me, taking the lime from my mouth. I pull away and giggle, pulling down my dress.

"That was fun!" I say giggling.

"True," he says laughing with me.

"2 Chainz!" I exclaim.

We laughed so hard that tears came out of our eyes. As we sobered up, I began to speak.

"What's your name?"

"Ayree. How 'bout you." Surprisingly, he doesn't have any trace of an accent. I wonder if he was born here.

"Tyla."

"Ight. Well you should fuck with a nigga."

"Such a gentleman." I laugh while I shake my head.

"Oh forgive me your Highness, may I have the honor of getting your phone number?" he says with a fake British accent. I laughed in return.

"Sure." We exchange numbers and converse for a little while. I learned that he's in college and that he's 19. He has a sister and her name's Amina. His birthday is June 14 and he said that I have to give him a lap dance as a present. Yeah right nigga.

"Well, I'm tired as fuck. I have to go find my ride." I kiss him on the cheek. "Text me." I walk away to look for Brandon.

I start searching through the crowd of people for Brandon. I can't find him anywhere. He left you. Nah he wouldn't do that... Yes he would. You didn't think he would whip you either, but he did. I debate with myself until somebody bumped into me, "by accident." I look through each and every bedroom. That was a horrible idea because I walked in on a threesome. I search through the whole house and still can't find this nigga.

I walk outside and search for his cherry red Benz. No where to be found. I pull out my phone and call Brandon.

Ri- "Yo, wassup?"

"Oh my fucking gosh, you leave me-"

"Nigga you feelin' tight. Please leave a message after the tone." Beep

I froze on the porch, stunned. I bring the phone away from my ear slowly with my mouth ajar. I can't believe he left me here. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, but I close my eyes before they can.

Brandon POV

This bitch got me fucked up. She goes and gives Cameron her number, then dances with another nigga. She's my fuckin' date. My fuckin' cinnamon apple for the night. She really got me fucked up. She can dance with other niggas, she can get her own ride home. I look at the time and see that it's 12:15.