2 Days Later:
My last class was over for the day and I was heading over to Wendy's to work. On my way to my car, guess who pulled up...predictable, right?
I tried to keep my cool since he doesn't want my public display of ATTENTION.
"Hey, Hakeem. You're back early."
"Come in the car for a lil bit."
I followed what he said.
"What?"
He brought his lips to mines and sucked on it. It took my breath away.
I let him finish before hyperventilating for air.
"You iight?" He looked as though he wasn't finished with me yet.
"Are you?"
"Nah, I missed you."
"I missed you, too, but damn."
"You didn't like it? I know you did."
"I did...err, do, but I didn't expect that of you."
"Haha. Ok."
"I have work in 30 minutes."
"You got time to sit here with me."
"Wanna get in the backseat?"
"I don't have condoms."
"Hahahahahaha. Boy! Not for that! I'm just talking about cuddling."
"Oh. Iight."
He laid down in the back and I laid on top of him. Lord knows how much I love cuddling.
We were a couple minutes in, but I started to get sleepy. I had to say something to keep myself awake.
"How was your trip?"
"Other than thinking about you? It was okay."
"That's your favorite word. 'Okay', I mean."
"I don't know what else to say."
"Say anything."
"You're really a virgin?"
"Yeah. I don't wanna lose it to just anybody. And besides, I'm too worried about school."
"That's your problem. You too worried. You sound like you need to be dicked."
"Hahaha. When's the last time you got it in?"
"The night before I met you. I was at Whyte Diamondz, too. I don't remember shit, though. I was fucked UP!"
"So you don't have any kids?"
"Fuck no. If I bring a child in this world, you might as well say me and the baby-momma married."
"I'm still gonna wait, but I'm anxious to have a family."
"What happened with your ex?"
"Ugh. He was my first and only boyfriend for 6 years and we finally ended it all about 2 months ago. What about yours?"
"It was about a year ago. She didn't like what I was doing for work."
"You're a prostitute."
"Nah."
"You strip?"
"Hahaha. Noooo."
"Contract killer?"
"You just saying shit now."
"Hahaha. I know. What were you?"
"A dealer."
"Damn. Forreal?"
"Yeah. That's why I don't wanna do PDA and I'm always busy."
I jumped up.
"Holddup! You're still dealing?!"
"Yeah."
"You got to stop! Like, now! I'm not gonna be in danger or anything. You really have to quit."
"I can't just quit."
"The fuck?! I'm not gonna fall in love with a dealer!"
"How else will I make my money? How could I make a living?"
"So that's a 'No'? You're not gonna quit?!"
"Calm down."
"How am I supposed to chill?! You're putting me at risk, too!"
"I'm watching out for you! That's why I switched out phones! That's why I don't do PDA! That's why I don't let you go out with me or anything!"
"But still!"
"I gotchu! For better or worse."
"You've only known me for about 2 months. Am I really supposed to trust you?"
"If I wanted to, you would've been gotten kidnapped or some shit, but I love you. I'm not gonna let shit go down with you."
"You promise?"
"I fucking guarantee that shit. No matter what we're going through, I'm not gonna get you into any type of shit."
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Teen FictionI'm Cherelle but everyone calls me Elle. I'm in the pursuit of being 21 and living a fully legal life. Time for Love, Laughs, and Life Lessons.