queen of disasters. (urban.)

Chapter 2 . . .

Milan POV ~

To be honest , I really did want King to text me. I still don't think he's really my type , but I think we could be good friends. Chelsea is getting on my nerves about me getting a boyfriend . she already knows how I feel about that , but she still talks about it anyways . Just as I was about to get out of my bed to make Chelsea and I breakfast I got a text from King .

King : You up?
Me: Yes King , I'm up.
King: Well be dressed in 10 cus I'm coming to get you .
Me: Excuse me ? Are you going to ask me if thats okay with me ?
King : Yo ass better be ready in 10 minutes.

*Picture of King to the side*

I sat there looking at my phone thinking "I know this boy did not" .

I decided to just get dressed. I put on a grey crop top with camo shorts and my red Toro 4s with a gold chain. I just left my curly hair how it was, after all I'm not wild sleeper. Just as I was coming down the stairs, King rang the doorbell. I opened the door to see his sexy ass laughing at something.

"What's so damn funny King?" I asked.

"You were actually ready in 10 minutes" He answered.I just rolled my eyes. We walked to his black Challenger and he opened my door for me. Hmm, impressive I guess. I wasn't expecting him to do that. When I was fully in his car I noticed that he is a neat person . His car was perfectly clean. I liked neat people.

"So where we going King?" I asked.

"Don't ask questions" He said back quickly.

Did he really just say that to me? Instead of replying, I just did what he said. We were listening to my favorite rapper, Lil Jojo. I didn't know King liked him. We can definitely be friends because of this.

He saw me getting into the music and asked "So you like Lil Jojo huh?"

"Yessss, I love Lil Jojo. I mean...I am from Chicago." 

"That is right. So how you liking New York?" he asked. 

"New York is kinda like Chicago. They both look pretty, but on the inside they're not so pretty. There are drug dealers here just like in Chicago and gang related shooting ever minute of the day here, just like Chicago. It's crazy." I said.

"So, I'll take that as you don't like New York."

"Not as much as I thought I would." We arrived to a nice city-centered restaurant.

" Inside table or outside table?" Our waitress asked.

"Outside" I answered. I could tell she was kind of flirting with King, but I wasn't going to trip because after all, we are just friends, nothing less and nothing more. She came back with our drinks and we ordered. We sat and talked most of the time.

"So, why you not attracted to thugs?" he asked me.

" So you're admitting that you are in fact a thug?" I asked.

"Yeah, I mean what else would I call myself? I sell drugs, I fuck random hoes..only on the weekends though and i'll stop for you i promise. Shit is real in the field so I keep the steel." He said with a smirk.

"Don't try to quote Lil Jojo and think i'm gonna automatically want you nigga!" I said back. "

Beca-" he was cut off by the waitress bringing our breakfast. Thank goodness. We ate and King was paying when the waitress slipped him her number.

"I'll text you sometime." He said and she smiled.

"See, you can't even resist the hoes on the weekend or the week day. Something is seriously wrong with you King. I don't think i would ever give you a chance. You don't really deserve me." I said a little upset.