The One

Chapter 6

"Riley," he says. "I have feelings for you," Isaiah says. I draw back and shocked by his words.

"Isaiah-,"

"I know Im rushing into this but your the dream girl," he says.

"Im really sorry but I haven't reached that point yet," I say.

"Its okay honestly," he says.

"Now I feel bad," I say fiddling with my fingers. "Im really sorry if I mislead you,"

"Riley its okay I hope this wont ruin anything," he says.

"Of course not," I smile and he shows his pearly whites. "Thanks again," I get out of the car, I move a few strands of hair out of my face. I walk up the steps of my house and walk upstairs.

"Hey sweetcakes," my mother says.

"Hey ma why are you up so late?,"

"Your father went to go get a movie," I nodded and walk to my room and closed the door behind me.  I aly out across my bed and get ready for school tomorrow. "Honey somebody is here for you!," my mother yells. "Oh Malik," my mother laughs at his comment as I walk downstairs. My mother loves Malik, ever since I first introduced them .

"Uh hey," I said with my hands in my pockets.

"Hey baby," he smiles and grabs my hand. "Can we talk real quick," he asks me.

"Yeah,"

"Aw you guys are so cute," my mother says, I put on a fake smile and we walk upstairs. I close the door behind us and sit down.

"Why did you leave the game? I was looking for you," he says.

"You sure bout that?," I ask him. "Look like you already had company," I say in a smart way.

"What are you talking about,"

"OKay enough with the lies," I stand up. "I saw you with some bitch walking behind the softball field," I say.

"You mean Kayla?,"

"Whatever her name is? Why with her and not me?," I ask him stepping closer to him. "What are you going to leave me for Kayla?, "I ask him.

"Babe calm down, its was nothing we just talked,"

"Why did you have to go behind the softball field and talk, why not in public?,"

"We need to talk in privacy," he says. I turn around, I cant even look at him right now.  "Riley your the only one for me," he says rubbing my arms. Riley your trying to make a point don't fall for it. He begins to kiss my neck and massage my breast. I let out a small gasp.

"Malik please not now," I say.

"What you know how much you like a small kiss on your sweet spot," he says into my ear. He plants a few kisses on my sweet spot.

"Malik," I drop my head back onto his shoulder. 

"Yes baby whatever you want?," he says slowly moving his hands to my pants.  

"Put in the movie already!," My mother says to my father. Malik stops and spins me around and tilts my head up.

"I love you," he says.

"You don't show it anymore, sometimes I feel used," I admit.

"Now who told you that?,"

"It doesn't matter, the fact is you use me like a piece of meat," I cross my arms.

"I use you like a piece of meat?," I nod. "If you feel that way then tell me what you want me to do to make you feel worthy," I uncross my arms and I play with the hem of his shirt. I pull it over his head and showing is bare chest. I place my cold hands on his chest and trace his tattoos.

"Show me things you we never tried before," I whispered. "But we have to be quiet," I say to him. He obeys and places me on the bed.

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