Young Dreamer

Young Dreamer << Ten

^Christian Le'anne Carson^

Jordan stumbled in the house about two o'clock this morning with cuts and scratches all over his face and the blood dripping from his face was landing right on to his clothes.

"What the fuck happened to you?!"

"Nothing," he turned his head away from me, trying to brush past me, but I stopped him and grabbed his face in my hands for him to look at me.

"Look at me, King. What happened to you?"

He swatted my hand away. "Nothing, alright. Damn!"

"The fuck are you lying for?! Just tell me what happened." I urged.

"I got into a fight with this girl I used to fuck with, okay."

"Did you hit her?"

"No, but I think I have a piece of glass stuck in my eyebrow."

"Come to the bathroom. Let me clean you up."

He followed me to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat as I brought out my first aid kit and washed my hands. I brought out my tweezers and noticed that glass was in more than his eyebrow.

"Why did you guys have a fight?" I asked leaning down over him.

"It started off as I was just going over there to bust a nut, because her parents weren't home," he started.

"Hoe." I giggled.

"Whatever. The pussy was decent. But, I went over there, we fucked and I started pulling my pants on to leave and she started gettin' crazy and throwing shit and crying. So I told her I couldn't fuck with her crazy ass no more and she went bat shit crazy. I told her in the beginning that she wasn't the only girl that I was fucking with and not to catch feelings." He winced as I pulled the glass from his eyebrow.

"Somebody's going to break your heart, Jordan. What goes around comes back around and bites you in the ass."

"Well, it ain't happened yet." He shrugged.

I shook my head as I applied neosporin to the last cut. "I'm finished, boo."

"Thank you, Christian." He pulled me in by his waist, licking his lips.

"Your welcome, Jordan."

Jordan had this look in his eyes, like.. I don't know what it was. Like, an animal after prey.

"You play too much." I whined, giggling.

"What did I do?" He licked his lips again, still holding my waist.

The only thing I had on was a white camisole that showed my stomach a little and some boy shorts. And despite the little clothes I wore, it was hot as hell in this bathroom. Or was it just me?

"Jordan aren't you sleepy? Go to bed."

"Nah. You tired?"

"Yes," I laughed. "We have school in the morning and I have to work, so move."

"Aight," he laughed and stood up to kiss my forehead. "Goodnight."

"Wake up," I felt the bed dip in and my body shake slightly.

"No, five more minutes. Please?"

"Get up, Christian."

"Fuck you."

I felt him mount on top of me and begin kissing my neck.

"Jordan, stop it." I tried not to moan.