Playing with Fire (Boyxboy)

Chapter Five

Introducing Micheal Ealy playing Cadero

I put the number in my pocket and headed to my nigga Zahir's house. Zay had skipped school because his parents was out of town I was glad I was gone smoke and clear my mind cause finals and college applications was kicking my ass and it was nice to just have some mellow out time.

Zay was like my twin, my mom says we should have been brothers for real, we dress alike, think alike hell sometimes we could even finish each other's sentences and to top it off we both were curious.

It was hella bomb to have someone like Zay to have in my corner. He understood what I was going through especially in the "DL" lifestyle where it was almost hard to express yourself. No lie it felt like a Nigga had no one unless men and that person was fucking and even then it was just a physical connection, and it wasn't like that with me and Zay. He was my fam.

Once I got to Zay house he was in his room listening to music, I rolled up about 2 blunts with the weed that the dude at the store gave me. He had been on my mind since I first laid eyes on him. For some reason I didn't tell Zay about what happen scared he was going to ask me all these questions that I just couldn't answer now.

"Yo what the fuck you been doing yo ass done got fat" Zay said to me as I walked over to turn on the stereo

"Huh? My stomach big yeah I know I stopped dancing and track last month?" I said looking confused.

"Not your stomach nigga yo ass" He said pointing at it.

"Nigga u mad gay" I said busting out laughing eyeing myself in the mirror.

As I looked in his mirror and realized that the sweats I had on made my ass look huge, I guess that's why the dude practically bombarded everyone in the store just to get up to the front. I shook the thought off that he was gay and just figured he was doing his job a weed man just giving me his number. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made why he gave me the number. As attractive as Zahir was we vowed as best friends to never do anything sexually although he stayed playing around like he was trying to get something started.

He grabbed my butt breaking my train of thought and said "I'm jealous" I couldn't do anything but laugh.

"I guess all that cooking my mom did goes to the right places." As I knocked back ine of the mini Henny bottled that I got earlier.

Once we smoked and Zay's drunk ass passed out I walked home. On the way home I saw the dude I met at the store earlier. He seen me and smiled and winked his eye. I looked very confused and this started to make my reasoning from before fade. He motioned with his hands to call him.

"How did he know I got down?" I thought to myself.

I was not out and not fem at all, hell I still pull a bad bitch on a reg. I didn't care though because something bout him had me intrigued, so I gave him a slight head nod and kept walking.

When I got home I went directly into the shower I disliked the smell of weed with a passion although I smoked it. When I finished I laid down and looked at my phone and debated whether I should call dude or not, but after a long 5 minutes I ended up dialing his number.

"Yo" he said in his smooth sensual voice

"Hey what's good" I said nervous as hell.

"Getting some money, who this?" when he said that my heart dropped damn this nigga must be giving his number out to everyone.

"You just gave me your number today" I really wanted to say you just gave me ya number today and was pressed for me to call ya ass but I kept it cool.

"Oh ok at the store right? What's up shorty?"

"Yea at the store, I'm chilling"

"Oh ok yea man I'm sorry I ain't know if you get down or not but you looked too good to let me let you slide without giving you my number"

"Oh is that so" at this point I blushing and smiling uncontrollably

"Yeah that is definitely so" he said.....

We chatted for the next hour. He got very interested in the conversation once I told him I was a virgin. He informed me that he never messed with a dude besides 3 serious relationships he had, and all 3 dudes hurt him, I was all ears. I also found out he was 26 from New York and was getting his real-a- state license. He explained he sold weed as a favor to a friend nothing to deep and that he was living in Texas with his grandparents to help with their company. What was I getting myself into he was a real live dude that got his life in order and didn't see anybody and I was about to go to college and still lived at home with an over protective mother. By the time we hung up I was his babe and set up an oovoo date the next day. Over the next few weeks we had been seeing each other a lot. I started sneaking him in the house late nights, hell when I let him take my virginity he fell in love and so did I. But that fairy tale was not exactly what it was. Besides all the good there was bad. I mean bad. I went from being his only to being the main I guess, he made constant trips to New York on the weekends where he would mysteriously have an ex there that he would end up having sex with. At this point I wasn't his boyfriend and he was technically free to do what he wants but it still hurt. However I can't lie the good outweighed the bad. But once my senior year was over I was glad I got accepted to Virgil University and got the hell out of Texas, leaving Cadero and his bull behind.