Low

Maverick & Me

Chapter 3

" What will you be having today? Mam?". I looked down at my menu. Maverick, the fine dude that snuck up on me while I was hustling took me out for lunch at some restaurant in a hotel downtown manhattan. Everything on the menu was expensive and every dime I made today I was planning on putting towards my sisters private school. I was behind on one damn payment.

Maverick sensed my frustration. " Choose anything you like, my treat.". He smiled his lovely smile but it wasn't working its charm the first time, I didn't even know what to order! Me being me, I just came out with the truth.

" Look, I never been taken out to lunch lunch before, and I never ate from a restaurant either. Why couldn't we just go to Popeyes or Checkers?". I put down the fancy menu and looked at Maverick square in the face.

The white waitress looked wide eyed and looked around the restaurant nervously. she taped her hands on her sides nervously.

" You don't look like Popeyes or Checkers so why would I bring you there? If you need some help ordering just ask." He picked up my menu and put it back and my hands.

" Hold up. What? What do you mean?"

He's crazy, I thought to myself.

"What I mean is, you don't look like a chicken head scally wag ass bitch. So I didn't take you to there feeding grounds". And just like that he ordered both of our meals. A grilled chicken salad with extra ranch on the side. I don't even eat ranch but I wasn't about to tell him that. He thought I was a top notch bitch. Shit I know I look the part.

He looked at me with his dark brown eyes and it just took my breath away. We sat like that until the waitress brought in our food. I kept sneaking perks at him as he ate, everything he did just seemed so perfect. I never seen anyone cut there salad, I decided not to copy, fuck it. He obviously wants me, how I see it, take me as I am or watch me as I go.

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"Thanks for the meal". I pulled at the seat belt and adjusted my seat. Maverick slid into his 2013 red convertible an pulled off. It was like we was riding on clouds.

He looked my way and flashes his grand smile.

" How old are you?" He asked. I looked out the window at the tall sky rising buildings.

"17". I admitted

"Young".

" So!" I snapped. " My age may be young but I'm a grown ass woman mentally. I do for me and my little sister". I rolled my eyes. He really hit a nerve.

"Whoa whoa whoa, relax a little. It was just a joke". I didn't turn my head to look st his smile, fuck him and his dumb ass smile.

" Look I'm sorry okay? I'm 19. Not that much older than you. Im still a teen too". He peeked at me from the corner of his almond shaped eyes.

" You wanna come over and watch a movie or something?".

" I'm not interested in your dick" I hissed

" I didn't say all that now did I?".

" Can't I'm watching my little sister".

" Great, bring her. I have a 3 year old son".

Oh hell no, I thought. This nigga gonna have me playing step mommy and shit. I don't even know if he got a girl. I looked at him.

" You single?".

" Not for long".

" Really now. Who did you have in mind? Bet I know her". I looked out the window.

" Actually you know her pretty well. Her name is Mya.".

"Lord please don't play with my emotions. You know I never had a boyfriend before. And lord this boy got money! I mean, you know I make my own dough and all but damn. He gotta be slinging but that's alright lord. As long as me and my sister isn't apart of it".