The Girl Next Door || J. Cole & Taraji P. Henson

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7:30 hit and Aubrey called and said he was outside. I turned my light out and headed down stairs. "Alright baby have fun," my momma said as she kissed my cheek.

I walked out and Aubrey honked the horn, I held up my hand as I went over to Taraji's house.

I rung the door bell and a few minutes later she came out. "Dang girl what took you so long?" I smiled.

"Jermaine shut up," she said as she closed her door.

"You look beautiful," I said as I kissed her cheek. "Thanks," she blushed.

"Y'all love birds coming or what!" Kendrick yelled

"Kendrick leave them alone and stop yelling!" Rihanna yelled as she punched Kendrick in his chest.

"Girl shut up you stop yelling for real," he yelled back.

"Man shut up Ike and Tina," I laughed as I got in the van after Taraji. "Shut yo bitch ass up," Kendrick laughed as he closed the van.

"Y'all ready?" Aubrey asked as he turned around. "Yeah man lets go," I replied.

For this to be a beat up ass truck we all fit up in here comfortably. Aubrey and Nicki took the front seats. While Kendrick, and Rihanna had the two middle seats, and me Taraji, Beyonce, and Miguel was in the back. I put Taraji in between my lap.

I started whispering freaky shit in her ear, and messing with her. "Y'all better not be getting my seats wet back there man, I just cleaned the car this morning," Aubrey said as we all laughed.

"Fuck you," I said as I picked up some paper and threw it at him. "Baby leave them alone," Nicki laughed as she hit A.

"Jermaine stop," Taraji whined as I sucked on her ear lobe.

"I don't wanna stop baby," I whined in her ear.

"Jermaine," she said as she pushed my head back.

I laughed and pulled out my phone. We took a few pictures together. I couldn't deny it, but I beginning to catch feelings for Taraji and its crazy we only known each other for a few days, but it feels like a lifetime. I could laugh and talk to her about anything. She gives good advice, and she's a good listener.

We pulled up to the skating rink and everybody hopped out. We went inside and everybody got their skates except Taraji. She stood off to the side looking nervous.

"Taraji, what's wrong ?" I asked. "I don't know how to skate," she said with her head down. I started cracking up laughing. She punched me and gave me the side eye.

"Ain't nobody never teach you how to skate?" I laughed.

"No," she replied.

"Aight come on, I'm gone teach you," I said as I grabbed her hand.

"No," she said as she pulled back.

"Come on, don't be scared I got you," I said as I kissed her cheek. "Fine, but I better not fall Jermaine," she pouted.

"I got you," I laughed as I took her over to the window where you get your skates.

"What size you wear?" I asked. "Eight," she replied.

"Yo let me get a size eight," I said to the worker. He grabbed the size eights and handed them to me.

"Put these on," I said as I handed them to her. She looked at the skates and then at me. I could tell she was still nervous.