Brat

Chapter 4

          ~Next Day~

"So what's this kinky shit you've gotten yourself into?" asks Dean over the phone.

"Boy, I told you already. I'm not explaining it again just because you think it's weird. Now, are you coming with me to go shopping for my little stuff or not?"

"Fine, when are you gonna be here?"

"About 20 minutes, so turn off that turn off the gay porn you think I can't hear, get those kids off your hands, and get ready." I ended the call right after he screamed fuck in the surprise of me knowing his dirty secret. I laughed to myself about his embarrassment while washing my face. I decided to try and dress like a little girl. I put on a cute black skirt, and a black crop top with my favorite belly piercing and knee high socks with converse. I decided against makeup since I wouldn't look little with it on. After I was ready, I put on BOOMBAYAH by BLACKPINK and danced around for a while like an idiot.
     When I was done, I laid on my couch exhausted. I scrolled through tumblr until I decided to make my way over to Dean's. I stopped at McDonalds to get us both some fries and something to drink. I walk in noticing the guy looking in my direction. Hopefully he saw my socks and got the message. I ordered our stuff and I leaned against a wall to wait. I felt a very tall presence stand over me. Slowly, I looked up, and could only see the bottom of his chin. He looked down at me, and smiled. "Hey there little one."
    "1, I am not little. 2, who the fuck are you, and why the hell are you speaking to me?" He cleared his throat, and clenched his jaw giving me chills.
   "Is that any way to speak to the person who owns where you work?" I mentally kicked myself for going off on him again.
     "I couldn't help but notice that you didn't call me as I asked you to."
I scoffed. "As I recollect, you never asked me to call you. You left your number on the back of a business card." He bit his lip smiling at me. "Well then Charli, would you do me and my phone the honor of gracing its screen and my eyes with your phone nunber please?" I pretended to think, but I already knew the answer.

     "Hmm.... How about yeah."
He seemed to have pulled out a sharpie from nowhere and write his number on my arm. I noticed the extra care he took in writing his name. He held one of my hands in his two. "Now please. Call me later today?" I was at a loss for words due this use of manners, and his light brown eyes which are in contrast to his dark chocolate skin. I simply nodded, and the people at the counter called my order number.
    I took my receipt, stuffed it in my bag with the food, and quickly left the restaurant. I not so gently out the food in the passenger seat of the car and sped off towards Dean's house. I've known this guy for years, so of course I knew where the spare key was. I went inside and yelled, "Dean! Let's go, we gotta go shopping and I ran into that Jackson guy at McDonalds. Unless you don't wanna know, I suggest you come the fuck on."
    Almost immediately, there were thunderous footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hold on bitch damn." He was downstairs with a face that demanded information. On the way outside I told him everything, and showed him where he rewrote his phone number. The whole time on the way to the mall, I found everything I needed to get. Dean was rambling on about everything that happened.

     "So is he into the same kinky shit that you are?"

"I don't know. I haven't even called him yet."  I say pulling into a vacant parking spot. Dean seemed as though the vein that goes across his forehead was going to pop.

"Charli, you are going to call him before we go into that mall."

"I'll call him later I promise."

"No Charli Diane. You are going to call him right now." he said locking the doors and taking my keys. I pouted for a few minutes, and then seeing that he wasn't going to cave, took my phone out and dialed the number. It rang three times, and then he picked up.

"Hello this is Jackson Michaels speaking."

"H-h-hi."

"With whom am I speaking?"

"Did you forget that you wrote your phone number on my arm already? It's only been about an hour and a half."

He chuckled, and it sounded like the kind that comes from the belly. "Charli, how could I forget you? Haven't fixed that smart mouth of yours yet I see. Anything you want?"

"You told me to call you later, did you not?"

"Yeah."

"Well here I am, here's my number, and now I have to go. I'm shopping."

With that, I hung up the phone. I looked at Dean and said, "Are you satisfied now?"

He nodded, and gave me my keys, and we got out approaching the mall.

Well here goes nothing.