the Pastor's Son

CHAPTER 1: PASTOR'S SON

"I don't wanna be here"

It's 11 in the morning. Mom is forcing me to come to church. I really truly hate church. It goes on forever, and everyone gets up and yells at any given time.

"Tori we haven't been to church since you were 2, and it's time to get right with God."

"Okay I don't care, all I know is-"

I stopped talking and caught sight of the cutest guy I've ever seen in my life. He was medium height, dark brown, and was walking towards a drum set.

"All I know is I'm ready to praise the LORD!"

"That's the spirit Tori!"

The service was about to start. I bypassed the usher and sat right in the front row to get a better look at the drummer. He laughed while talking to the musicians and I noticed he had braces. Oh my God, he looks like a snack yo. My mom sat right next to me as we waited for service to start. When the choir was about to sing, he passed his drumsticks to a brother sitting in the pew and sat at the piano, pulling up a microphone. Not only is he fine, but a nigga is multi-talented?

"Praise the Lord everybody! Today I will be leading the choir in a song called, 'Jesus Will'. Usually sister Jackson leads this song, but she's sick so I'm gonna do my best and sing her part, Amen?"

The church replied "Amen"

When he sang, chills ran up and down my spine. Man, he can really sing. I could hear him all day long.

The pastor was about to preach, and he left downstairs through the back door. I got up, and ran straight down the stairs towards the bathroom. On my way there, I saw him at the vending machine. I have never been so shy in my entire life. I walked towards him, and he looked up smiling. "I'm sorry if this is too weird, but you have beautiful eyes."

"Thank you, what's your name?"

"Jamal, and yours?'

"Tori."

"Well Tori, you are very pretty."

"Thank you, you're voice is-"

That's when I noticed he was wearing grey joggers. My eyes went straight down and I saw the imprint of his dick.

-amazing" I said trying to keep control.

"Really?"

"Yes, you can really sing. Your song helped me feel and hear God."

He chuckled and said, "Well what did he say?'

"That everything happens for a reason, because I've been going through a lot of things lately. My boyfriend cheated on me a few weeks ago, and I sometimes feel like there isn't anyone who can love me for me. I just want someone who can appreciate and have enough effort to show he cares."

"Niggas are horrible, but not me,I'm actually pretty dope"

Laughing , I said "oh really? "

"Yea, but look, you really a bad jawn, lemme get your number ma.."

I gave him my number and began to walk away. "Hold up"

"Wsp"

"Where you bout to go?? "

"Upstairs"

"Nah I'm about to get some of them lips real quick" I laughed and he walked over, grabbed my face, and began to kiss me.

He grabbed my hand and said "Come with me."

He walked me to this room deep in the church. There was a sign on front that said "Deacon's Office".
Jamal pulled out a key, and we entered the room, locking the door behind. "How do you have a key?" "The deacons gave me this, my dad wants me to join the board when I get older, but I wanna focus on my music."