Waking up this morning I realized that I never gave Devin an answer on whether to come over to my house or I go to his. I figured I would go to his, simply because I didn't want Devin knowing where I lived and seeing my family members. He is a gang leader after all, I don't quite trust him, who knows what he is capable of. Im not taking any chances, I need my family safe.
I grabbed my phone and began typing
'Hey, I would like to go over to your place to do the project. Send me the address please'
I hit send and waited for a reply
After 2 minutes of waiting and still no reply I decided to go get breakfast, so I walked downstairs, opened the fridge and grabbed a strawberry frozen yogurt. Then I walked back to my room
*brrr, brrr, brrr*
My heart stopped beating when I heard my phone vibrating as it laid on the surface of my dressing table. Why did my heart stop beating!! why am I nervous. Well maybe it just has to do with the fact that he is a dangerous gang leader. Wrong choice of words and he could possibly blow my brains out. I ran across the room to my night stand and grabbed my phone, he had send me the address along with a wink. I caught myself grinning like a school girl, but I immediately stopped myself
After a long while of blasting music and dancing around the room looking at myself in the mirror I finally went and showered and got myself ready to go to Devin's house. I wore a pair of high waisted shorts along with a white crop top and my black and white converse.
I got in the car and put in his address onto my GPS that was installed in my phone.
After 20 minutes of driving, I finally arrived. The house was surrounded by trees, yet it was completely modern, it was definitely a beautiful and very expensive house.
I felt a sea of anxiety deep down, I felt my nerves tingling like being tickled with a small feather as I walk down the entrance of his house to the door. I touched my hair making sure it was in its place and inhaled deeply as I felt my heart pound in my chest, I took one last breath before slamming my knuckles onto the front door. I stood there anxiously waiting for him. It took a while for someone to answer so I decided to knock again but before I placed my knuckles on the wooden door once more, it swung open widely and there stood Devin looking like a Greek god. He wore a white v-neck shirt that was rolled up on the sleeves, a pair of black jeans, and white nike shoes.
"Are you done staring at me?" I snapped me out of my thoughts and looked up locking my gaze with his, his signature smirk plastered on his face
"I wasn't staring, I was merely observing" I said sending him a sweet smile
"So you were basically checking me out?" He said while leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed still smirking
I blushed furiously feeling my face burn up, most likely red as a tomato. I bit my lip and fiddled with my fingers. All I can worry about is keeping my knees from buckling under the weight of my wobbly body, all my nerves on the edge. I felt his cold hands grab my wrist pulling me softly into the house. I followed behind him as we walked to what it looked like the living room, I stepped from behind him, standing next to him. I look up to see a bunch of boys around the same age as Devin and me. Their dark, brooding presence made me uneasy, their large frames, expressionless faces caused an unsettling feeling in my stomach. They all looked like they could kill someone, but then again they probably have killed someone. They all stared at me as we walk to the couch that unfortunately was at the back of the room. Devin sits down on the sofa pulling me down with him onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my tiny waist pulling me closer to him. I look back at him and his eyes held nothing but adoration and lust, I felt slightly uncomfortable, no wait did I say slightly, I meant I felt extremely uncomfortable, probably because of the fact that I was sitting on his lap when he has a girlfriend
