Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

"Couldn't Resist Me, Huh?"

.Layla.

"Holy shit!" I breathed as I fell into my bed. I'd taken another long shower after returning from the park; Carl had me in a state of euphoria. I couldn't believe how lucky it was that I'd run into him at the dog park! What were the odds?

Was it too desperate to give him my number? Ugh, I didn't even care. Though I was ashamed to admit it, I noticed the bulge in his shorts; I was pretty sure he was into me. That bulge played a rather large role in my post-park shower. Ha, no pun intended.

I couldn't stand how easy I was being. This was so unlike me. It was as if all my street smarts and defenses were useless in his presence. Each perfect, crooked smirk killed dozens of my brain cells.

You don't know anyone else here, Layla. It's normal to want to make friends in a new place, I tried to tell myself. Although a competing voice laughed, "Right, 'friends.'"

I decided I might as well flip the tv on, lest I wait idly by all day for my phone to buzz.

.....

.Carl.

"Fuck, yes," I whispered, back in the comfort of my room. I was rather impressed that I made it back here before losing it. My mental pictures of her were way more vivid on the second day, and it made for a very short solo session. Damn, I was going to have to figure out a way to control myself in the event she actually joined me. I would completely humiliate myself and destroy my smooth, "hood-experienced" claim.

I heard whining at my feet and looked down to see Sunny trying to climb up next to me.

"Oh shit," I laughed. "Hi, little girl. Come on up here." I scooped her up and plopped her down next to me. She did a few circles in the sheets before practically collapsing into a cute little ball. She was wiped out, which I was grateful for, since I was very inexperienced at entertaining a puppy.

I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts. The first name under L was Layla, and I pressed on her name to see what she left me. I couldn't believe I had her number already. I was prepared to pursue her as long and hard (fuck...poor choice of words) as I needed to. Shit, maybe I did have some game. Now the question was, how long do I have to wait to text her before I don't seem desperate?

I knew I needed advice. Plus, I couldn't wait to rub it in Lip's face that I got the hot college chick's number.

I carefully got off the bed, so as not to disturb Sunny. I closed my bedroom door behind me and went downstairs to find one of my older brothers. They were both man whores, and even if Ian preferred dudes, he still had wisdom to impart. Luckily, I found him sitting on the couch.

"Yes, just the guy I'm looking for," I exclaimed as I hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to him.

Ian laughed and shoved me. "What the hell do you want, Cesar Millan?"

I rolled my eyes. Yes, it was somewhat embarrassing that I adopted a fucking dog to pick up a chick. But it seemed to work like a goddamn charm, so... "Yeah, yeah," I replied. "I would feel like more of a dumbass if I didn't GET HER FUCKING NUMBER TODAY."

"No shit!" Ian laughed, grabbing my head and messing up my hair. "I never thought that would work. Way to go, dude."

"What's that?" Lip asked as he walked in the front door.

"Carl's little dog trick worked! He got that chick's number!" Ian laughed.

Lip's eyes widened and he smiled at me. "Holy shit, dude. Nice."

I gave them both a cocky grin. "You were right, too, man, she's a college girl." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.

Lip and Ian laughed and punched my arms in approval.