As class went on, Trevor had me sing with him. He always tells me that I have the most angelic voice in the class; which isn't entirely false. The only other person's voice that's better than mine is his.
" Baby don't you think bout my age its just a number
I'll have you wonder
How a younging got your ass singing
Curiosity, to get up on me
I'll have you likeWoah, here he come
Here he comes, here he comes, here he comes
How does he do it? What is he doing?
I want him to do it again
Woah, here he come
Here he comes, here he comes, here he comes
How does he do it? What is he doing?
I want him to do it ""Let me love you babe. I just, I just, love that. I just, I just wanna love ya. Lemme love you girl! All over, all over, all over, all over, all over, all over babe. Just wanna love you...." He sang to me. I blushed as he pulled me into him.
"Woah, here he come. Here he comes, here he comes, here he comes..." I smirked.
"How does he do it? Why does he do it?" He sang.
"Woah, here he come. Here he comes, here he comes, here he comes. How does he do it? What is he doing? I want him to do it again"
"I know just how....how to make you feel right. I may be young but I know, I know how to make you feel right...." He bit his lip at me. I looked away & pushed him back. He gave me a look, then just nodded.
"Uh HELLO!?" That bitch yelled. My head snapped over at her. Trevor grabbed my arm.
"Honey, you can leave." He told her.
"WHAT!??" She spat.
"NOW BITCH!" I spat back. She clenched her jaw, grabbed her shit & left.
"Iight....Duet projects due next week." Trevor announced to the class. They all cheered. "Partners are on the board. Pick a song and run it by me." Then the bell rang. "Y'all dismissed." Everyone gathered their things to leave. I walked off to get me things, but he grabbed my waist. "Not you...."
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Simmons - Jackson Fantasies
FantasyShort Stories/Imagines about Diggy and Russy Simmons & Trevor Jackson ! Enjoy ;) © 2016 All Rights Reserved