No Such Thing As A Happy Ending

Chapter Seven

I layed spreaded across my back on my bed. I just felt so depressed because I had never been able to be the teen I am. I never had a boyfriend or had sex willingly, I never had any real friends that I could trust. I mean a few girls tried to befriend me but I knew bout all them fake ass hoes. I know bout how they laugh in eachothers face and talk about people but be fucking eachother nigga.

Then my mind drifted off to Resha. Now that I think about it I never really seen her all up in that mess and she was really pretty. She looked like the type of girl you could trust but you never know these days.

See that's what's wrong with me now, I never take any chances. I got up and found the crumpled piece of paper with Resha's note and number on it. I told myself I was gonna text her but not tonight so I just programed her number in my phone and put it down.

Bleep*

Unknown number: Hey beautiful it's Jonathan , I met you at the mall today

Hmp, that's cute but if he wanted to talk to me he was gonna wait for a reply. I turned over and went sleep. Even though I didnt have work until 12 I had to get up early because I still had a couple of things to take care of.

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I woke up 7:40am. I had another message and two missed calls , all from the same number.

Unknown number: Good morning, I'm not giving up on you easy.

I smiled, just what I wanted and I typed back.

Me: Good morning

Unknown number: What you got planned for today?

Me: Errands and work, wby ?

Unknown number: Oh, I'm Chillenn for today. Hoping I can see you again thoo, maybe take you out or something.

Mhmmm, we'll see I thought. I saved his number in my phone.

Me: Ion know bout all that.

Jonathan: You drive?

Me: Nahh

Jonathan: Well at least let me take you to run yo errands and then I could treat you to lunch and take you to work.

I thought for a second, the less money I have to spend on a bus or cab the better.

Me: Okay I guess, I'll be ready in an hour.

Jonathan: Aight, where you stay.

Me: I'll send you that information when I'm ready.

Jonathan: Fasho, see ya in a bit.

I planned on walking a couple blocks down the street to meet him, I wasn't taking any chances. I took a 20 minute shower and got out. Hmp, what to wear what to wear. I wasn't use to embracing my body because of my low self- esteem but I was feeling good and like a new person. I slipped on some distressed high-waisted shorts, a white crop top and some cute tan sandals. I threw my hair in a ponytail and applied some pink gloss and mascara.

I was done getting ready, I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I walked a couple blocks down the street and dialed Jonathan's number, he answered the first ring.

"You ready ?" He asked.

"Yeah" I answered and I gave him the street name of the corner I was standing on and hung up. He arrived about seven minutes later.

Damnn, this nigga gotta be a drug dealer or something I thought as he pulled up. He was driving an all black Audi, it had to be 2015. That shit was nice as hell, I stopped drooling over his car and hopped in.

"Hey", he smiled "Where we headed to."

I thought for a moment "Hair store, it doesn't matter which one" I replied.

I'm sure he wondering why I needed to go to the hair store and I had a head full of hair but he didn't comment and I was grateful for the silent ride.

"Be right back" I said getting out of the car. I went in and bought everything I was going to need for my little project: a flat iron, dye, scissors, shampoo, and conditioner. Everything came up to 60.00, I sure did need some kind of saving plan cause my money was going hella fast.

Soon as I got in the car Jonathan said "What size shoes you wear?"

I gave him a weird look "Why?"

"You got some pretty feet, I was just curious" he said.

"A six and thank you, I'd like to go back to the mall now" I said. I definitely needed some more clothes and shoes but I was only gonna spend 100.00 and the rest I was saving and spending on food.

We pulled up to the mall, I was doing a good job ignoring his sexy when I saw him step out the car. Mmm I licked my lips without even thinking. He only had on a tank top, gym shorts, and some cocaine white forces and he was still the finest nigga I had I ever seen.

Then he started busting out laughing. Oh shit, I'm so fuckin stupid. I was eyeing this nigga up and down like he was juicy steak and he was watching me the whole time. I was blushing so hard when he finally caught his breath saying "You Aight calm down, I'm used to getting looked at like that".

Uugghhh, I rolled my eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was feed his ego.

We stopped by stores like Charlotte russe and Rue 21. He offered to pay every time but I didn't want him to think I needed him or for him to think I would sleep with him cause he brought me shit.

It was already going on 11:00 and I needed to get back to the motel to change into my work uniform but I was starving.

"What's for lunch?" I asked.

"Whatever you want" he replied.

"Well I'm kinda in a rush so how about Captain D's to go?" I asked.

"Sure, I'm still taking you to work" he asked.

"Oh no, no thanks. I'm fine" I said

We got our food and he dropped me off the same place he picked me up. I waved him goodbye and once he was around the corner I took off to the motel.

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Sorry this chapter was a little boring but I promise things will really shake up in the next few chapters. I promiseee