Tyga's Pov
When we got out of school I didn't see Maliah. I was sitting in Chris' car when I gotta text from an unknown number.
"Hey. What's yo adress??" it read I saved it as Maliah.
"201 Hill Street." I texted back.
"I'm on the way." she quickly sent back.
"I'm bouta go." I got out the car.
"Aye where you gong?" he looked up.
"To the house." I said walking off.
I went home and took a quick shower. I put on some basketball shorts and played the game until I heard someone knocked at the door.
"Hey Liah." I smiled as she came in.
"Where's your shirt?" she stared at my tattoos.
"Don't worry bout that. Come sit down." I took her to the living room.
"Don't get smart unless you wanna get popped." she snapped as she sat on the couch.
"Shut up." I laughed.
"You gotta big house." she looked around.
"Yeah. My mother bought it and I pay the bills and shit." I pulled out my notebook.
"Oh ok. Well I went home and did a little research and I decided on Judy Blume...."
I stopped listening. I just stared at her. I ain't even gone lie, she was fine asf. She wore a black t-shirt and camo pants. She had on all black huaraches. Her hair was in a curly bun. She had a black and gold Chanel purse. I stared at her pretty lips as she spoke.
"Michael muhfuckin Stevenson." she looked at me.
"Uh, yeah." I hesitated.
"You ain't hear shit I said, did you?" she sighed.
"Nope." I looked down.
"Well just read over this and tell me what you think." she stood up and handed me a piece of paper.
"Where you going?" I stopped her.
"Home." She walked towards the door.
"Stay. Please."
She rolled her eyes. "Ok. But not for long."
We talked until damn near 10pm......
