90210 (Travi$ Scott)

54• Twenty Minutes

A/n: Y'all seen Joey fine ass in Mr. Robot last night? If you don't watch it, pleaseeeee do! It's an amazing show. (If you're into tech and hacking or w.e)

Twenty minutes finally past and Steez got off of me.

"I'm glad you gave me the correct numbers." He was focused my phone.

I was still on the floor out of breath and groaned in pain.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing." He smiled.

"Doesn't look like nothing."

"Shhh." He hushed me. "Here."

I took my phone back. "What'd you do?"

"I erased him off of your phone and blocked his number."

"What!? Steez get it back!!! I don't remember his number."

He smiled and picked me up and carried me to the couch bridal style.

"Exactly. It's all good mama." He said cheerfully.

"No! It's not good!"

"Shhhhhh!" He put his finger over my mouth.

I started stressing. "I need to find him."

I got up but he pushed me back down. "You can't!"

"Why not?!"

"Skylar! Let me take care of it! Stop buggin'!"

"I'm not buggin'!" I struggled trying to get him off.

"Trust me. You trust me right?" He asked.

"Yes. I trust you Steez."

"Then stop fighting me. Ok?" His voice was calm.

I calmed down. "Ok."

"Good. Just chill with me. Whatchu wanna do?"

"I honestly don't know. Whatever you want." He got off of me.

"Tonight we're going to Coney Island." He said. "You have your passport?"

"What?! All the way up north?"

"All the way upppp!" He sang.

"Stop, I hate that song. Anyway, sure my shoulder barley hurts so I guess so."

"That's what's up. We're only gonna be there for a day so don't worry. Just pack a couple of things in your bookbag. I want to introduce you to my moms and Pro's."

"Your mom...uhhhhhhhhhh..."

"My mom mad cool. Stopppppp stressssingggg." He shook me.

"Okkkkkk! I'm going to pack now. Move hoe."

He moved out the way and I went to my room.