You Got My Soul (Bryson Tiller)

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(Bryson in the mm)

Bryson P.O.V ✨

"So, why'd ya come to Louisville?" I asked her as she cleaned up her smudged mascara.

She sniffed as she wiped at her eyes. "I'm attending UL."

"Oh," I furrowed my brows. "Senior?"

"Freshman."

"Fresh--Goddamn, ma, how old are you?"

"Nineteen," she shrugged. "Why does it matter?"

"It doesn't."

"I cannot believe that douchebag Rakeem." She shook her head in disgust. "I wasted 3 years of my life with him. He took my virginity, you know. Damn, this nigga gon' make me one of those bitches with trust issues for real."

Which meant she wasn't giving up any ass tonight. That's good, but that sucks. To be honest, I was actually hoping that I would be able to take Kiana home. I knew she was in a bad place with her man right now, but she was hella bad and any nigga who didn't think of smashing when they first saw her has got some type of issue. Some part of me was hoping that she would be one of the girls that puts out on the first night. A bigger part of me was glad she wasn't.

Kiana sighed and looked into the mirror. Satisfied, she put her makeup bag away and turned her attention to me. "What about you? I've told you almost too much about me, and I don't even know your last name."

"You really don't know who I am?" I laughed.

"Nope."

My laughter died out. I got to thinking: this girl, she bad as fuck, and she seem cool, too. Right now, she talking to me as if I'm her friend, and she don't know who I am. I want to get to know her, and if shit goes well, I want her to love me for Bryson Tiller, video-game fanatic and diehard DBZ fan, not Bryson Tiller, the young, rich nigga with the hit songs, VIP section in every club, and a house in the Hills.

"Hello?" She snapped her fingers. "You good, my nigga?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm straight." I blinked hard. "What do you wanna know?"

"Last name?"

"Jefferson." I cringed internally at the poor name choice. She laughed and covered her mouth. "What? What's funny?"

"Bryson Jefferson?" Kiana laughed. "That's a white-ass name."

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"Aw, what's her name?" Kiana asked as she gazed at the photograph of Harley that I had provided her with.

"Harley." I answered. "She's five."

"I'm guessing that's her mother?" Kiana pointed to Jas.

"Uh, yeah," I responded. "That's Jasmine. We...we're not together anymore."

"No offense, but I kind of figured that out." She handed the picture back to me.

We pulled up to a Subway. I got out and opened the door for her. "How?"

"You wouldn't be touchin' on me in the club like that if you were still with her." She sped up to keep up with my long strides. "In fact, you wouldn't even be at a club without her-" she paused and turned to me before continuing "-if you are the type of guy I think you are."

I opened the door for her once again. The doorbell chimed, and we stepped into line.

"Do you do this often?" Kiana asked after we had gotten our sandwiches and taken a seat.

"Do what?"

"Take girls out to eat after you take them out of the club."

I laughed and swallowed my food. "Nah. I usually just take them straight home."

"Is that where we're going after this?"

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want her to think that my intention was just to fuck, but I also didn't want her thinking that fucking her wasn't on my mind.

"I mean...to be honest, I would love to take you home tonight. But I know you havin' an off night, so I'll understand if you ain't down."

"I don't know you." She put her sandwich down.

"Do you...have to? For these types of things?" I questioned.

"These types of things?" Kiana narrowed her eyes. "Was that your plan? To have one-night stand with me? Then what?"

"Kiana, your blowing this out of proportion. Chill, aight? You don't have to go home with me if you don't want to. Just say no."

"No." Kiana stood up swiftly and walked away, dumping her sandwich into the trashcan on her way out.

"Kiana, wait!" I threw my trash out and followed her as she crossed the street. "At least lemme give you ride! Kiana, you don't know you way around Louisville. Lemme take you back to your dorms, then I'll leave you alone."

Kiana sighed in defeat and started to walk back toward my car. I jogged to her door to open it for her. She slid into the seat silently and looked straight foward.

"Kiana." I asked after about 10 minutes of silence. "Kiana, I'm sorry."

She rolled her eyes. I hated it when girls rolled their eyes. "Whatever."

We arrived at the dorms and she was almost in a rush to leave. I grabbed her wrist before she could go. "Lemme take you out some day."

"What?" She looked at me as if I was crazy, and I probably was.

"Lemme put my number in yo phone so I can hit you up and take you out someday."

"Why?"

"So I can show you that I care about shit other than just fuckin' you."

Kiana stared at me for a couple more seconds before reluctantly dropping her phone into my hand. I smirked as I typed my phone number and saved the called I.D as Pen Griffey💯💯. I handed her phone back to her and flashed all my teeth in a huge grin as she turned her back to me and walked away

"G'night, baby girl!" I called after her. She didn't turn around, but I swore I heard her laugh. ✨