I was always a fan of Quincy , well i always admired hes looks , he's music has never got to me but he's voices did.
As the club was comming to a end , I and the girls walked out to our whip."Mariam !" someone shouted my name in the crowd , i turnt around to see that it was Quincy screaming down my name.
"Yeah" i stopped and turnt around
"Hey" he said trying to catch hes breath , "do you want a ride"
"I got a ride , thanks for asking" I said smiling
"O-oh okay" he smiled"Mariam hurry up i aint got all day" Niyah yelled
"Sorry i have to go , see you around"
"No wait can we exchange numbers" he asked me quickly
"And if i dont give you my number" i raised my eyebrow
"I'll find you and bug you untill you give it to me" he laughed making me laugh
"Okay okay it is ************"
"Alright , well thank you" he said looking at the number.
"Alright"
"I'll call you" he yelled as i walked away
"w-wait i didnt give you my number"
"Call me" i smirked and got into the car.
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A little something lool , i didnt wanna play hard to get lool xx.
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