I was getting ready to leave the next day and Jay approached me as I was putting my stuff together"Do you want to come with me to the beach sometime?" Jay asks walking behind me.
"Ah!" I shook in fear as I felt his breath tickle my ear. "Bítch!"
He laughed. His laugh was as smooth as silk.
His hands grabbed onto my waist. "So, do you?"
"Yeah!" I angrily yell back to him as I was putting my eyeliner on.
"What's your problem?" He offendedly says as he let go of my waist.
"Make-up!" I belted.
He smiled, "You look beautiful" He tells me as he pursed his lips together, he was wearing ripped jeans and a Nike hat.
"Quit trying to charm me.." I say putting mascara on. "It's not gonna work"
"I wanted to ask you something, it's a yes or no question" He spoke, "Will you be my chick?"
"What the hell kinda question is that" I answered laughing.
"Okay. I'll say it the white person way. Even though I'm a nígger" He laughed, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
I squealed, "Yes!". I turned around and hugged him. "You're my nígger"
He hugged me back with a smile.
I pulled from the hug and he knelt down a little to kiss me.
He picked me up and smiled as he put my knees around his waist.
We were connected as he leaned me onto the wall and we started to kiss.
Tanya walked in half asleep, "I need my mascara-"
She walked out, "Nevermind"
After going out to hangout going shopping, Jay dropped me off at home, "Thanks" I tell him, "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah." He smiled, "I had fun today"
I gave a quick peck and he started to smile and I felt the dent of his dimple on my lip.
I walked in and saw Hollie and Nick walked up to me, "You got underwear?" He kept asking.
"Yes. Yes. Yes" I mumbled.
"Did you guys do the dirty work yet?" He asked me.
"Duh. He's a stripper" I said as I rolled my eyes.
"A WHAT?" Nick asked again but loud, "HES A STRIPPER!?"
"Shut the fuck up Nicholas JOY Michaelson" I smile.
I slammed my door behind me and I found a note inside my Victoria's Secret bag.
I had so much fun today with you. I snuck this note in when you started to whine about which bra you wanted. Thanks for being mine, Jay.
I smiled, laying back in my bed.
I got a text message.
Levi: Hey, can I come over?
Me: sure you can
Thought: wtf no
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