Devotion

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I jogged down the stairs getting ready to go over to my best friend France's house.

"Mom, can I spend the night over at France's house?" I shouted.

"Sure baby have fun!" She yelled back.

"I will, bye!"

I left the house before I could hear her response. You might be wondering who I am.

My name is Laila Thompson. I'm 5'8 and I play basketball. I wouldn't be your average "tomboy" because I still like to do girly stuff.

I've known my best friend, Frances, since 1st grade. She's always been there for me.

Her parents divorced, and her dad moved out when she was 13.

Her mom had met Brad, her stepfather now, and he had a son, Michael, or "Mike" is what he wanted people to call him.

I've never seen him before because he was always out with his friends doing... well you know boy stuff.

I pulled up to her driveway and parked my car. I walked up to the door and knocked.

This boy I have never seen before opens it.

"Who are you?" He scoffs

'he must not be talking to me' I thought.

"I am talking to you and this is the last time I'm asking. Who. Are. You?"

I rolled my eyes."Laila."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm spending the night so could you move out of the way?" I was starting to get irritated.

"Wow hold on there. If you wanted to sleep with me that's all you had to say."

Before I could lash out, Frances's mom said something.

"Michael would you stop terrorizing the poor girl dang." Frances's mom says stepping from behind Mike.

"Hey Laila, how are you doing?" She smiled at me.

"I'm doing good, how about you?"

"I'm doing good, come on in." She gestures for me to come into the house.

"Wait how do y'all know her?" Mike says pointing towards me.

"Oh please, we've known her longer than we've known you."

Mike had this 'I don't have a clue what y'all are talking about' face on.

"Frances, Laila is here!" Frances's mom shouts.

Not even a second and I hear footsteps down the stairs.

"LAILAAAA" I hear Frances scream.

She practically jumps on me.

"I've missed you so much!!"

She pulls me up the stairs and into her room. We both flop on her bed and start gossiping about everything.

a few hours later

I'm currently scrolling through Instagram and Frances is looking at a "hot boys" magazine. Suddenly someone burst into the room and it was Mike.

"Have you heard of knocking? Someone could have been naked in here!" Frances says to her idiotic stepbrother.

He's leaning against the doorframe shirtless. Damn, he has muscles.

"Then you should've called me in sooner." He says winking at me. I roll my eyes.

"What do you want Michael?" Frances asks annoyed.

"I came in here to tell you that dinner is ready."

"Ok and put on a shirt dang"

He licks his lips, looks down, and chuckles, "Nah."

We come downstairs and Frances's mom, Brad, and Mike are already at the table.

I lick my lips when I see a platter of Alfredo pasta. I sit between Frances's mom and Mike.

"So Laila, what have you been doing this summer?" Brad asks.

I finish chewing, "Uh nothing really. Just helping my mom around the house." Since dad died, it's just been me and her.

They were now talking about their family plans when I felt Mike brush his hand on my thigh.

I looked at him with furrowed brows and he just smirked.

after dinner

We all went to the living room to watch a movie. I could just feel someone staring at me. I glanced over and saw Mike.

He didn't even bother to look away when I caught him. Bold move I guess...

M I K E

She's hot.

That was the first thing that came to my mind when I first saw her. But that's not only Frances's "friend", that's her best friend.

I always had a thing for black women- not like a fetish but I always admired them.

But there's something different about her.

I don't know what though. But guarantee I will find out.

L A I L A

It was 12am. I and Frances are watching Bad Girls Club. Or you could say I'm watching it because Frances is knocked out.

Suddenly I had the urge to pee. I found the restroom and did my business. I was just sitting on the toilet thinking," Damn this bathroom is big."

After I was done exaggerating about how enormous the bathroom was, I washed my hands and when I opened the door, I almost had a heart attack.

There stood Mike, still shirtless. And if I said I wasn't mesmerized I would be lying.

AN - hey guys um first chapter yay...