the worst guy

chapter 14

a/n - look at how adorable my donald is :')

i crossed my arms leaning against the dresser, wondering what marcus would say about naomi.

"did you hear what happened at that party last night?"

i rolled my eyes, instinctly. "yeah, i know. that was naomi." knowing what he was going to say before he said it.

marcus opens his mouth wide open, probably shocked.

"you bitch, why you didn't tell us? we could've handled that ass!" marcus says, standing up quickly. "where does he live?"

"calm down, dude. i don't think naomi would like that."

"why wouldn't she? you think she still got something for him?"

"something?" i said, confused.

"do you think she still loves him and shit?" he says.

"i don't know. i could care less about that shit." i mumble.

marcus looks at me for a moment, and starts smiling really big.

"i knew it!" he yelled.

"knew what?" i say, cluelessly.

"you like her ass." he says, smirking.

"maybe." i said, looking down.

i hate to admit it, but i do have some feelings for naomi. but i'm not ready for commitment. i'm still pretty young and focused on my future music career. but i just wanted him to leave my room.

marcus grabs me by the shoulder and shakes it. "i guess chance owes me that 100 bucks!"

"100 bucks?" i ask, confused.

"yeah, the bet was that the first one to get you to say that shit, gets the mula." he says, grinning.

i chuckle to myself, "y'all are really dumb."

"man, whatever. we need to go and do something, it's boring in this damn hotel."

"y'all are the ones that missed the party."

"well, you didn't wake us up, nigga." marcus says, walking towards the door.

"whatever, man." i say, mocking him.

"catch you later, bro." he says, before exiting.

i shake my head. why do i have such weird friends?

Naomi's POV

i groan softly, as i sit up in the bed. it felt like i've been asleep for such a long time. i try to analyze my surroundings, realizing that i'm still in anaheim with namiko. and the guys.

6 more days.

i look over to see namiko, munching on some food. well, a pancake to be exact.

"goodmorning, baby." i say, smiling as she was eating.

she smiled back at me instantly. why did she look exactly like her deadbeat dad? it just brought back flashbacks of last night.

i would never let namiko know what he did to me. she would be upset and it would make me even more upset than i already am.

"hey mommy, donald brought us breakfast!" she exclaimed happily, still munching on a pancake.

"oh really?" i said, smiling to myself. donald was such a caring person. even though he seemed mean on the outside, I know deep down in there somewhere, he has a heart. he's like the grinch in a way.

i yawn, running my fingers through my messy, wavy hair. i look down and realized that i slept in donald's shirt. it was just a plain tee. it smelled just like him. his scent was somewhat soothing to me. not to mention, he smelled so fucking good.

i shake my head, trying to block out these thoughts. i reach over and grab a plate, filled with bacon, sunny side up eggs, and pancakes. i lift the slice of bacon to my mouth, taking a bite.

"mmh." i say, as namiko still munches on the huge pancake she's holding.

i end up eating all of the food on the plate, and namiko finally finishes her pancake.

i stand up, lazily from the bed. "i'm gonna go and see if i can find us something to drink." i tell namiko, as i lean down and kiss her forehead.

i was glad donald's shirt was sorta long so it covered my panties a bit. i didn't mind if he saw my legs or anything.

i walked out of the door to my room, seeing donald on his laptop. again. what does he do on that damn laptop?

"hey, stranger." i say quietly, teasing.

"oh, hey." he says, looking up at me and smiling.

i could see his eyes scanning me, looking down and then going up. his tongue brushed down his bottom lip, and then he scrunched his bushy eyebrows a bit, and ends up grinning. "so that's who stole my shirt."

i roll my eyes. "whatever." i say, chuckling. i notice the food cart that was near his bed and i notice some orange juice.

one thing about me: i love orange juice. i could drink it every day, every hour, every minute.

i hurriedly rush over to the cart, grabbing the pitcher and pouring me a glass. i take a sip, tasting it first. and then, in a matter of seconds, it's all gone.

"damn, thirsty this morning, aren't we?" donald said, with his deep voice.

i laugh, while pouring another glass for namiko.

"thanks for bringing us breakfast, by the way." i say, giving him a sincere smile.

"oh, it's no problem." he says, grinning and grabbing his phone from the bedside table.

"do you have any extra clothes?" i ask him, looking down at the shirt he let me sleep in, pulling on the ends of it.

"i actually was thinking.. we could go shopping. for clothes and shit." he said, looking down at his phone.

"i don't have any money." i said, looking at him in confusion.

"oh, don't worry about that sweetheart." he said, looking up from his phone.

"you don't have to do this for me, donald. you've been good to me enough already." i say, trying my best not to blush.

"it's no problem, i promise." he said, giving me a warm smile.

"you're really too good to me, donald glover." i say, grinning.

he chuckles softly, as i leave his room.

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sorry that this chapter is short but the thing is, I have 5 other chapters almost ready to go (have to proofread and revise some shiz) so daily updates will be in effect :')

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