Determined! (Asap Rocky fanfic)

Chapter 1

• Jasmine •

There he stood. Mason Korres; six foot two, smooth dark chocolate skin, A$AP Rocky braids that adorned his flawless head. And how could we possibly ignore those crisp set of teeth?  How could he only be eighteen years old? "Aren't you going to greet Mason? Jasmine... hello?" That was Michelle-- Mason and Jordan's stepmother. I glanced over to see her waving her small hands in my face. She lowkey snapped me out of my deep analysis of the front of Mason's army print cargo pants.

I cleared my throat before sending Michelle a tight smile. She was such an annoying ass bitch. She knew that I didn't like her, and I think she also knew that I slept with her husband a few months ago in their plush, California king, bed upstairs. She rolled her eyes at me before mumbling 'whore', and then exiting the medium sized living room that we were all gathered in upon Mason's arrival. "I'll be in the kitchen starting on dinner!" She called out to no one in particular. No one asked where she was going or what she would be doing. That old bag just wanted some attention.

"So you still ain't about to greet me, Jas? I thought you said that you missed me on Facebook." Mason pouted before stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his pants. I smirked at him before standing from my seat beside Jordan at the couch. I pulled down the red leather faux shorts that I was wearing. I could feel both Jordan and his father, Ryan's, eyes roaming my body as I strutted over to where Mason stood in the doorway of the living room. My arms went around his neck and his muscular ones wrapped securely around my waist. "I missed you so much," I whispered into his ear before tightening my hold around his neck. He grunted into my ear once I licked his neck and then blew cool air onto the wet spot. I smirked at him before pulling away from our lengthy embrace and then turning to face Jordan and Ryan.

Jordan was muggin me with his arms crossed over his chest. I rolled my eyes at his jealousy before taking Mason's hand in mine, and leading him out of the living room. I led him upstairs to his old bedroom, and allowed him to enter first before I followed suit and closed the door behind me. "You want me so bad, Jasmine..." he chuckled as he kicked off his all black Jordan 4s. "How are things with you and my brother?" I arched an eyebrow at him as I watched him get comfy on his neatly made king bed. That bitch Michelle was only good for housework.

"You know that Jordan and I have been broken up for almost a year now, Mase," I called him by his old nickname as I fingered a loose curl in my hair. "But you and I have been texting back and forth for almost two months now, and you're finally back for good. You ready for me?" He chuckled after I bit down deeply into my bottom lip. "You're bad as fuck Jas, no lie... but I can't fuck with you though. Not only are you my brother's ex-girl, but you're also a ho." My face contorted after that  word left his mouth.

I fucking hated when niggas called me that term. I was not no motherfuckin ho! I've only had sex with four guys in my last twenty-four years of living. How the fuck did that make me a ho?! Granted, half of the guys that I did partake in sexual activities with are men from his family, but still. That does not make me any less of a woman. And it definitely does not make me a ho. Niggas loved to throw that word around though.

"How the fuck am I a ho, Mason? You haven't been in Syracuse for damn near four years! The only shit you know about me is shit that you read from my Facebook page." I gritted through clenched teeth as I glared at his amused face. How dare this sexy ass, big dick, wanna be Pretty Flacko ass nigga call me such a vulgar term-- especially when he hasn't been in my presence in the last three years? The nerve of this dude. "Facebook tells a lot, Jazzy bear." He chortled after he seen the softened expression that settled onto my face.

He was the only one that I allowed to call me that. My dad bestowed that nickname upon me when I was only a little girl. After he died in a car accident three years ago on July 4th, Mason was the only one who ever got the privilege of calling me by the name jazzy bear. "Well maybe you need to update your version of Facebook because I am not a ho, Mase. Far from it, actually; I just know what I want and I know how to get it." I was now sitting at the foot of his bed and running my hand up and down his pants leg. He licked over his lips as he looked down at my caramel colored thighs. "You're not a ho but you're trying to get with your ex boyfriend's little brother. Aight, Jas...you got it." He trailed off before pulling his phone from the front pocket of his pants.

He ignored my presence as he hastily texted on his gold iPhone 7. I hated how weak he made me. His type was my weakness though. Cocky and conceited ass niggaz with a soft side that they only showed to the ones they loved. I wanted to be one of the persons he loved. Ever since he was fourteen years old and I was twenty; I have been physically attracted to Mason. There was just something about him that made me yell SCREW the six year age difference and just go after him. When he left to go live with his mother in Chicago at the age of fifteen, I decided that it was best to move on and forget about him. He was nothing but an immature child in high school, while I was an adult finishing up my last year of college. I did not need to be chasing after no little ass boy.

As the years passed without Mason around I ended up moving on to his older and slightly less manly brother, Jordan. Jordan and I are the same age and we have been best friends for as long as I could remember. I wasn't really surprised when he asked me to be his girlfriend two years ago. It was a few months after Mason had left the state with my heart in his hand so I thought that if I moved on to Jordan then I would forget about Mason. Wrong.

Jordan's house is filled with nothing but framed photographs of him and his little brother, as well as family portraits of Mrs. Winter. That's Jordan and Mason's biological mother, as well as Ryan's ex-wife. The two divorced four years ago and Ms. Winter moved to Chicago to stay with her sister. She wanted Mason to come with her because she didn't want to leave without at least one of her sons; however Mason refused to go live with his mother. She was crushed... but when Mason assured her that he would come live with her the following year before school started, she was a tad less heartbroken.

I ,on the other hand, was devastated. I didn't want Mason to leave New York. I guess you can say that I had deep feelings for him. At the time I did think that it was a little weird for a twenty one year old woman to have developed feelings for a fifteen year old boy. That is the reason why I moved on to his older and more mature brother, Jordan. But now that Mason is back in NY to finish up his senior year of High School, I refuse to keep my feelings under lock and key. He was finally legal and the age gap meant nothing to me anymore. I wanted Mason and I've waited far too long for him.

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