Corrupted (A Tyga Love Story) COMPLETED

Chapter Six

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Chapter Six

 

Jade Caswell

 

Michael and I went back downstairs to join the rest of the party. When we got down there the house was more full than when we arrived. There were more strippers, girls twerking, and people smoking and drinking.

"You smoke?" Michael questioned in my ear as we got sucked into the crowd.

"Sometimes."

"Hmm, sometimes." He made fun of me and pulled my ear slightly.

"Come on." He led me to where Chris, Lauren, the guy that bumped into me, and some other guys and girls were sitting on couches. We sat down on a loveseat together and Michael took a blunt out of a box on a glass table.

"How old are you?" He questioned after taking a long inhale of the herbs.

"Seventeen."

"Haha, oh shit. A nigga almost got in trouble." He laughed around the long perfectly rolled blunt. What was funny? He passed me the blunt and leaned against the loveseats' attached pillows.

I awkwardly took a few pulls of the weed before choking. Damn, I was not good at this shit.

"Haha, slowly baby girl, slowly." Michael coached and took the blunt back from me. I looked across the room at Lauren and Chris flirting with each other, and a smile spread on my face. Aww, they were so cute.

 

I was ripped out of my slow moving thoughts by Michael's fingers weaving into my hair. What the hell was he doing?

"What're you doing?" I laughed and whipped around to look at him.

"What's it look like?" He smartly responded. Michael kept on playing with my hair until there was a braid running from my scalp to the middle of my back. Wow, he knew how to braid, that was hilarious. He was so thuggish, but here he was, braiding my hair.

 

I couldn’t help but break out in a fit of laughter, and soon Tyga was joining in with me. No one else in the room paid attention to us because the sounds of Lil Wayne rapping about how his tongue was an uzi, and his dick was an AK drowned us out.

 

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

 

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Michael parked his Ferrari in the parking lot of a burger spot called Shake Shack and hopped out of the car.

“You coming or what?” He laughed and waited for me to climb out of the car. I joined him at his side and we walked into the fast food restaurant. It was so crazy how just a day or two ago, he had been one of the biggest assholes I’d never met, but now we were high as hell, and about to devour burgers.

“What’re you cheesing so hard for?” He questioned and nudged me in my side, and I playfully nudged him back.

“I can’t smile? Damn, we got the smile police ‘round here.”

“Whatever girl.” He laughed and led the way into the semi filled restaurant. Who would’ve known people wanted greasy ass burgers at one in the morning?

 

Michael and I sat down at one of the unoccupied booths and grabbed up two menus. Ohh, they had so much burgers to choose from, it was like burger heaven.

“See anything you like?” He questioned and placed his menu down on the table. You. I didn’t say it aloud, I just shook my head and smiled. Michael waved his hand over his head and got the attention of a waitress. She walked over and was obviously startled by Michael’s looks. He was so fine words couldn’t describe it.

“Uh, hi. What can I get you?” The waitress was stuttering and fluttering her eyes like a damn idiot. Did I do that around Tyga?

“Can I get a chocolate milkshake, and two cheeseburgers? Whatchu want ma?