Lucky Number Seven

Izayah 74

Me and Jackson left the Waffle House and he walked over to my car and got in, I got in the driver seat, and looked at him. He just looked at m and smiled. Damn he was sexy ass fuck, smooth chocolate skin, eyes the color of chocolate cake batter, neatly trimmed mustache, deep waves, and small frame had me staring at him. I know he probably thought I was weird ass fuck. But, then I realized he was staring into my eyes too. I broke the staring contest and started looking out the window.

"So uhh where you wanna go?" I asked nervously. I chanced a glance at him and he was still staring at me.

"Just drive." He said.

"Man you know how much gas cost?" I asked smiling at him. He started laughing, damn he had a cute laugh too. He had one of those laughs you felt all over your skin, the kind of laughs that made you wanna smile.

"If you want I can get out, I mean you're the one who wanted to get to know me." I shook my head and pulled off. "Alright Izayah, we're going to play a game called Quid Pro Quo, or This For That. I'm going to ask you something then you get to ask me something. We're both going to be completely honest, and we won't judge each other. Aight?" I nodded my head, and he laughed again. "So Izayah tell me about you, I mean the real you not this cocky asshole that you try and make everybody else see." We ended up pulling into a empty parking lot. I turned the car off and stared into Jackson's eyes.

"What makes you think this isn't the real me, what makes you think I'm not really a cocky asshole?"

"Your eyes. There's a sadness deep inside you that you try to hide behind your cocky attitude. So spill it, who's the real Izayah." I started to think, how much I should tell him. Then I decided I was going to tell him everything.

"Aight, I was born in Memphis. I moved here when me and Iran were three. My dad was a doctor and my mom was a banker. Me and Iran was spoiled rotten, we got whatever we wanted. When we were eight, my dad and mom got into a argument and he shot her, then himself right in front of me and Iran. Then we moved in with my mom's sister and she raised us. When I was about twelve I started looking at boys differently, I didn't know what was wrong with me . I was so confused that I started acting out, I was a problem child. My aunt thought it was me coming to terms with what happened to my mom but it wasn't. Then I met Aaron." I couldn't continue, I didn't know how much I wanted to tell him about Aaron. I look at Jackson again, he was so damn cute.

"Izayah you don't have to keep talking if you don't want too. I mean you've already told me enough. Damn I guess it's my turn. I was born in Chicago and lived there until about five years ago. I remember I was in seventh grade and I was skipping school, to fuck this girl Fatass Stacy. We came through the back door because my room was in the basement when I heard a loud thump from upstairs. I thought that somebody had broken in, so I went up there to see what was going on. I walked in on my dad stabbing my mom, there was so much blood and I................" Jackson didn't continue. I grabbed his hand and he looked me in the eyes. "My dad always used to beat my mom, but I never thought he would do some shit like that." Jackson said with tears in his eyes.

"I know what you mean, I mean my dad never beat my mom but in the end I think he loved her too much and was scared to lose her." I said.

"I always hated when people would say sorry about your mom." Jackson said.

"I know it never seemed real." I said.

"For what it's worth, I sorry about your mom." Jackson said.

"I'm sorry about your mom too." I had to change the subject this was getting to emotional. "So what's your favorite color?" I asked.

"Hold up nigga it's my turn to ask a question." Jackson said smiling.

"Technically I never asked a question, now answer the question Shorty." I said.

"Shorty, aight man my favorite color is yellow." Jackson said like he was embarrassed. I started smiling, damn I was smiling so much tonight.

"Like my skin, or that Big Bird yellow." I said joking, I swear he was blushing.

"It's my turn to ask a question." Jackson said. For the rest of the night we took turns asking each other questions. I never would have thought that I would enjoy talking to anybody this much but being with Jackson was as easy as breathing. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:30 in the morning.

"Damn Shorty, we just spent our first night together."

"Second, remember we spent the whole night of the party talking."

"We really didn't even talk about nothing but sports and shit. I'm talking about really getting to know each other, last night got really deep. Jackson I'm really feeling you, and I don't know how far I wanna go with you but I do know I wanna keep chilling with you."

"Izayah man I'ma be honest because all this shit is new to me. I'm kinda confused on what I want too, give me like a week and I'll have an answer for you." Jackson said. I looked Jackson in the eyes and got lost again.

"Aight Shorty." I drove Jackson home and before I could say bye he kissed me, I felt like if I was standing my legs would've turned to jello. It like New Year's in a kiss. Damn what was I feeling?

"Aight Zay." Jackson said before he walked in the house. Damn I can't believe he called me Zay I thought before I pulled off with a smile on my face.