Picture of Jamal above!!! *faints due to his limitless hotness*
I saw a figure walk towards me from the corner of my eye. It was Jamal.
Wow. Two encounters with two guys in one day. That was all I needed! I thought to myself.
Jamal was wearing a leather jacket and his shoulder- length hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He looked like one of those biker dudes from t.v.
I smiled at him and he returned the gesture.
"Hey, how you doin'?" He spoke smoothly.
I rolled my eyes, still smiling. He looked cute when he was trying to play it cool.
I shifted from one foot to the other.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him. I didn't mean it in a rude way, just genuinely curious I guess.
Jamal stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, before responding. "Well I was visiting my cousin, who coincidently lives nearby, when I happened to see you from that window over there!"
He pointed at a brown house with a large front window and navy blue curtains.
"Oh." I didn't really know how to respond to that.
Then there was a minute silence between us, and I glanced behind him, to see the brat still standing in the same position.
At that moment, Jamal sighed, looked me straight in the eyes and took a step forward. He then took my hand in his and we began walking backwards. Away from the brat and his stupid ugly car.
"What are you-" I began but I was cut off when we turned a corner and he dropped my hand.
He then put his hands back in his pockets.
I wasn't delighted about the sudden skin-to-skin contact.
"Why were you talking to Roman Coleman? Do you know him?" I was startled to notice a strange shift in his tone. Now it was more harsh and raspy. I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach, like butterflies or some sh*t.
"He was stalking me so I taught him a lesson," I shrugged.
Jamal's jaw dropped.
"What the f**k? He was stalking you?" His eyes narrowed further.
I breathed out a long sigh.
"Yeah, the sh*t bag probably wants revenge from the slap I gave him a few days ago," I rolled my eyes. "It's a long story and I got somewhere to be so-" My words were cut off by the revving of an engine nearby.
"I got time." I heard Jamal say.
I wasn't keen on spending Sunday with him, but he was sweet and I owed him atleast that.
I huffed out an "okay" and we started walking towards the edge of the road. On the opposite side, a shiny black motorbike was parked.
I had heard rumours at school about Jamal's infamous bike, and the stunts he had pulled over the years. I hadn't believed them at the time but I wasn't so sure anymore.
"I introduce to you," he gestured towards the vehicle, before continuing "my baby Demelza." At this he smiled and my stomach did a flip-flop.
I must be really hungry, I thought to myself.
Or you find him insanely hot, my conscious shot back.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts.
Jamal kicked off the resting bar and balanced the bike before getting on. He then gestured for me to do the same.
I had to admit, I had never been on a bike before, but the idea of it seemed thrilling.
I swung my leg over and balanced myself steadily. My hands instinctively held onto his shoulder and I felt heat creep to my cheeks. The wind wasn't helping my cause either.
His shoulder's were smooth and hard, even through his leather jacket.
Woah.
"You okay?" He asked, causing me to freeze.
"Y-yeah. I'm good." Why the hell was I stuttering?
"Okay. Hold on," he said before speeding down the road.
Before we left the street, I didn't fail to notice the brat's car revving nearby.
What a jerk.
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