Caught Up

Chapter 7

*Tyronne*

It was a long first week and I was looking forward to spending time with shorty. I knew she was going be looking bad as fuck. I drove the BMW tonight. Just because it was a special occasion.

When I got to her house I was right. She had on a tight burgundy dress that came down mid thigh. With black heels to match. I know she going be the baddest girl in there.

Me: Damn!

B: What?

Me: You looking fine as hell ma

After I said that she was blushing and smiling. I knew this was about to be good night.

So I pulled up to McDonald's.... but I was just doing it to mess with her. The look on her face was priceless.

Me: Ready?

B: What the fuck? I dressed up in a dress in heels to come to McDonald's?!? Fuck outta here take me home.

Me: Damn shorty I'm just fucking with you. Chill out.

Glad to know she got standards. She rolled her eyes as I pulled out of the parking lot.

*Brooklyn*

I was really about to hit that nigga for taking me to McDonald's. Fuck I look like to him? A Dollar Menu hoe?! He thought he was slick. But I felt bad for going off on him and he was just kidding. At least he thought it was funny. Probably expected that.

The ride to where we were going was pretty long. He was playing Nothing Was The Same the whole way there. Seems like I had a soft thug. If those exist.

At one point he reached over and put his hand on my thigh. It sent chills threw me. I was lowkey turned on by it. But I wasn't about to let him know all that.

We pulled up to a restaurant called Sebastiano's. At this point of hunger my stomach would've been satisfied with the McDonald's he was joking about. Just from the outside and valet parking you could tell this was a fancy restaurant.

He pulled up and dropped his car off in valet (his car by the way was hella nice). He came around and opened my door. Once again... starting to make me think he's a polite thug. Or just trying to get some tonight.

T: We have a reservation for two under Lopez.

Host: Oh yes! Right this way Mr. and Mrs. Lopez!

He obviously doesn't know any better. Because that is definitely not my last name. My name is Brooklyn Marie Douglas. For now anyways. Tyronne over there smirking like that shit funny.

After we were seated the waiter asked what we wanted to drink and brought us bread. I was ready to smash it but I had to remember where I was and who I was with.

"So tell me about yourself." he said with a  radiant smile.

"Well I'm Brooklyn obviously. I was born and raised here in Atlanta. Im 17 going on 18. My birthday is November 2nd and I'm a scorpio. I loooooove food. Varsity cheer captain. Favorite color is pink. My mother is my world and I want to be a dentist. Your turn."

"Well im Tyronne. You can start calling me Ty by the way. I was born in Texas and raised in New Orleans. I just recently turned 18 June 10th. My favorite color is royal blue. Which probably explains my Charger. I grew up not really knowing my pops and my mom has been on crack for 15 years now. So I'm on my own and I live by myself."

"Damn." is all I had to say.

After eating and getting to know each other a little more, we headed back to my house.

"What you doing tomorrow ma?" he asked with his hand, once again on my thigh.

"Most likely just chilling at the house. Cleaning up a little. You?" I asked.

"Shit nothing. How about you come over?"

"I'll think about it."

He then leaned in for a kiss. At first I felt like resisting but he already turned me on. The kiss was passionate. His lips were PERFECT. And the night was amazing.

"Goodnight." I said grinning from ear to ear.

"Goodnight ma. I'll text you."