The Preacher's Daughter

Chapter 5

Toya POV

I immediately ran off and made my way to the backyard and sat down on the polka dot lawn chair sitting on the porch.

As I sat there thinking about what just happened, I heard the screen door slide open and out came the boy with the French braids.

I quickly tried to get up, but he spoke up.

?:Ma, ian mean to run you off or nun. I'm sorry. My name's Rakim, Rakim Mayers. All my friends call me Rakim or Rocky.

I sat there and admired his chocolate skin complexion and his perfect white teeth. His French braids stopped at his shoulders and he stood about 6 feet tall.

Rakim: Umm..shorty you alright?

I guess I should have told him my name instead of staring at him...

Toya: Oh sorry...I'm Toya, Toya Sanders.

Rakim: Nice to meet you.

I looked down and he held out his hand.

I stood there for a second before I decided to shake his hand.

Rakim: Uh, can I get yo' number shorty?

Toya: I don't know...

He snickered and bopped his head down for a second and looked back up at me.

Rakim: Really ma?

I thought about it for a second and I reached in my purse and pulled out a pen and wrote my number on a gum wrapper.

Toya: There you go.

Rakim smiled as he read over the number.

Rakim: Ma, ian stupid. Lemme call you right now and see if your phone ring.

He pulled out his iPhone and looked at the piece of paper and dialed the number.

About 3 seconds later, my phone began to ring.

I smirked at him.

Toya: I never said you were stupid, did I?

Rakim: Alright alright. So like, can I see you again?

Toya: I don't think that's a good idea...

Rakim: You got a nigga or sum?

Toya: No, it's just not a good id-

I got cut off by my phone buzzing indicating I had a text message.

-Text Messages-

Cassie: Girl, you think you can catch a ride home? I had to leave early. My mom got rushed to the hospital. I didn't think to get you. I'm sorry.

Toya: Yeah, I'll catch a cab or something.. is she gonna be ok?

Cassie: We're not sure. Don't worry. I'm sorry once again btw.

-End Of Texts-

Toya: Damn...

Rakim: Something wrong?

Toya: My ride left the party. Her mom got sick and she had to go to the hospital...

Rakim: You need a ride or sum? I can drop you off at home if you want...

Toya: No thanks.

Rakim: You sure?

Toya: I'm fine. I'll catch a cab.

I reached in my purse to find some money.

Toya: Please don't tell me I left my wallet in my other purse...

Rakim: Let me give you a ride home.

Toya: No, I'll find a way home.

Rakim: Ma, you gone walk home, seriously?

Toya: Fine. You can take me if you don't mind...

Rakim: Not at all.

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