the worst guy

chapter 11

4:35pm
I'm gonna be in Anaheim in a few hours.

4:37pm
For what?

4:38pm
A party.

4:45pm
Really, Naomi?

4:46pm
Yes really. How's Miko?

4:50pm
She's good, she misses you. So while you're down here, you can get her instead of making me drive to that fuckboy's house.

4:52pm
But the party?

4:55pm
Naomi, you're too fucking old for parties. That guy is a bad influence on you. You have a damn kid.

4:56pm
Whatever.. I'll talk to you whenever we get there, okay?

4:58pm
Alright, I love you. Be safe.

"i love you." what the fuck? is he being serious? he gets pissed at me for going to a party, and now he's saying he loves me? i really do not understand him at all. at least i could pick up my baby while we're there. i was missing her terribly.

"y'all ready to go?" donald says, coming out of his room.

i stood from the couch, "i'm ready when y'all are." i say.

"marcus, chance? hurry the fuck up!" donald yells in the backroom. "why did I let them talk me into this?" he mumbled.

i chuckled, rubbing my arms nervously.

"are you okay, Naomi? you seem nervous about this whole thing."

"i'm fine,  just on the way, i have to get namiko because justin lives in anaheim."  i said, looking down.

"that's alright, i love namiko." donald said, smiling. "we can just rent a hotel room while we're there, might as well stay for a few days." he suggested.

"i don't think i can go to this party, i have namiko to watch over." i said, thinking about what justin said."

"we'll discuss this when we get there, okay?"

i sigh, loudly. "alright."

"don't worry, sweetheart." donald got close to me and squeezed my hand.

chance and marcus finally came out of the room, "lets go!" chance yelled.
we all started to walk out of the door, donald following behind us. he locks the door to his house as we all rushed to the car, getting in.

"y'all ready? gonna be a long drive."

we all nod.

"good, let's go." he says.

~

it's been about 3 hours and we are almost there, we made a few stops on the way for the bathroom and food. i was in the front seat, eating a bag of Cheetos donald handed me. i started to bounce my leg up and down nervously, i don't know why but i always seemed to get nervous on trips like these.

chance and marcus were in the backseat, sleeping as always.

suddenly, donald put his hand on my thigh. i immediately stopped shaking it and looked at him.

"i knew that would stop it." he said, smiling while looking at the road ahead. he started to rub my thigh up and down, it honestly felt good. "i know you're nervous about this."