I. Tamara

Chapter 2

I placed my shades onto my face as the wind blew through my hair and the music blared from the speakers. i began to sing along with Jacquees as "Feel It" played. My baby's song was being played on the radio. I began to blush lightly and I guess Michael noticed it.

"What you blushin for," He asked chuckling.

"Oh. I actually know him. We go to school together." I smiled.

"Ohh, that's cool," He exited as we entered LA.

I took a deep breathe. "How far do we have until we get to his house?"

"Not long. Like 5 minutes."

I sighed then looked out of the window. I started playing with the ends of my shirt and began chewing on the inside of my jaw. I've never been so scared in my life. What if he doesn't remember me? What if he hates me? I just hopes he's willing to answer all the questions I have for him, if he even remembers me. Michael and I came up with a plan to introduce me as his friend instead of girlfriend because he didn't wany any drama when James notices that its me. I heard that he has a stepson who's my age. I think his name was Zoey, I'm not really sure. We pulled up to this big white mansion with gold on the side. He turned the car off and looked at me.

"You ready?" He asked

I nodded then opened the door and got out of the car, slowly walking toward the front door with Michael in front of me. He knocked on the door and a few seconds later a boy who looked a little older than us answered. He was light-skinned with a box-cut and he was really tall.

"Wassup Mike," He dapped him then gave him a bro hug then brought his attention to me. "Who's this," he said pointing at me.

"Oh, this is Tamara. She's a friend."

I waved at him and he waved back. "Names Zoey. Come on in,"

I looked at Michael then followed him inside. That Zoey kid must be James' stepson. He's extremely cute, so I began to look at him on and off. I guess he caught my eye because he winked at me and I began blushing extremely hard. We all took a seat on the couch. My heartbeat began to increase when Zoey sat directly next to me on the couch and he was so close to me that our thighs were touching. Michael made his way to the restroom which left Zoey and I alone. I felt his hand linger onto my shoulder.

"Where you from, shawty?"

"I'm from Atlanta. And you?" I looked turned my head to look into his face.

"Aye, I'm from there, too. A-T-L shawties. What you doing up here,"

"Um, just for spring break,"

"Oh, thats wassup. How old is you,"

I laughed. "Is you? Okay, but I'm 16. How old are you," I asked

He chuckled. "I'm 17. You're cute, though."

I blushed then put my finger under his chin and turned his face toward mine then leaned in and kissed him on his lips as I moved them slowly against his. He moved his in motion with mine as his hand crept up the back of my shirt. I rubbed my upper body against his chest then I gripped onto the back of his neck as I swept my leg around his waist while he began to lift me off the couch. He walked us up the stairs toward his room.. When we reached his room, he closed the door behind us then sat me on the edge of his bed. He broke the kiss and stood infront of me, looking down at me. I looked up at him then reached up for his shirt, but he moved my hand toward his belt. Great. He wants a blow job.

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What's little Tamara going to do? Is she going to say no or say yes? Is Zoey a good guy or is he just tryna smash and dash?