nothing less ➸ demar derozan

six

DeMar

"DeMar, come on in," Isabella's mother exclaimed.

"Hello, Mrs. Figueroa," I smiled.

"Please, call me Gloria."

I nodded again and smelled the breakfast she was cooking. Isabella be eating good man, I'm jealous.

"Are you here for Isabella?" She asked, saying 'Isabella' in Spanish.

"Yes," I put my hands in my sweaters pockets.

"Well then just go upstairs, you know where her room is. Remember, any friend of her's is always welcomed here," she winked.

I thanked her and walked up the stairs. I knocked on her door and didn't hear anything so I opened it slowly. She was passed out on her bed.

If I said she slept wild, that would be an underestimate. One of her legs was hanging out of her bed and her arms were spread open. Her shirt had rose a little revealing her stomach a bit.

"Bear," I whispered and walked towards her bed. I shoved her leg back onto the bed which just caused her to stir but stay asleep. "Bear!"

I pinched her arm softly and she just groaned again. I finally shoved her hardly.

"What?" She groaned.

"Wake your ass up."

Her eyes bulged open and she looked at me stupidly. "Were you here this whole time?"

"No, I barely got here. C'mon get your ass up," I said again and grabbed her arm.

"I'm going," she slapped my arm off and got up. She went into her bathroom and brushed her teeth. I grabbed her pillows and threw them onto the couch. I made her bed for her quickly and then organized her pillows.

"Bear."

"Huh?" It was weird seeing her with no makeup on but it also made her look stunning in a way.

"You know we have to be in school like fifteen minutes right," I smirked as I watched her face fall. She started scrambling to find clothes and went to change in her closet.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She screamed. I chuckled harder. Truth is that we had about an hour to get to school. And the sad part was that there was a clock right on the nightstand that she could've looked, but she just took my word for it.

She came out with a black hoodie and some light blue skinny jeans. Damn, Mama.

"Why are you just standing there?" She said and grabbed her phone. She looked at it and then shoved it in her pocket.

What the fück, she looked at her phone and everything! How does she not notice?

"Rozan! Let's go," she yelled. I still stood there with my arms over my chest with my eyebrows looking at her crazy. She came towards me and grabbed my arm. She pulled me out of her room and pushed me downstairs.

"Isabella!" Her mother yelled. She ran towards her and hugged her, and then grabbed a tortilla and shoved some eggs in it. Lil mama in a rush. I chuckled and then looked at Gloria who was confused.

Isabella ran out the door and ran inside of my car. I swear if she gets my car dirty we gonna have problems.

"What's wrong with her?" Gloria asked.

I laughed and shrugged, "I told her that we had to be at school in fifteen minutes and she believed me."

Gloria laughed and then handed me a taco. "Have one."