I. Tamara

Chapter 9

Tamara.

I sat in my hotel bed and held my head as I stared down at my non-stop ringing phone. It's most likely my dad, but I don't want to talk to him. Anyways, I feel like I should change my ways of being a thot or whatever because I feel like Zoey really likes me, but then again Michael did, too, yet he turned on me. Speaking of Michael I haven't really talked to him or saw him. I feel like I did him completely wrong and theres no excuse for what I did. Legacy is like a drug that I'm addicted to, but I guess its time to become sober. I wouldn't want to hurt Zoey in any type of way. Deep down inside, I feel like I shouldn't date anyone of them since all of them are friends. I need to really figure out what I need and want.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my hotel door. I walked toward the door then stood on my toes and looked out the peep hole. Oh. It's just Zoey. I opened the door and stepped aside so he could come in.

"Hey. What's up," I asked closing the door behind me then I walked toward my bed and sat down.

"I just.... wanted to chill," He stated then sat on the floor infront of me.

"Ok,"

I switched on the television and it was on Fuse playing the Tupac takeover. "I Get Around" was on and I could hear Zoey lowly rapping along to the song. I giggled lowly and I began dancing around on the bed.

×3 hours later×

I was laid out on my bed as Zoey laid on my back and we indulged in cookie dough ice cream as we watched the ending of Titanic.

"Why he didn't get on the damn mirror? It was enough room for them both," Zoey ranted and I just rolled my eyes.

"He was being a gentleman and risking his life for his love unlike niggas nowadays," I simply sat up as he rolled down my backside and I just laughed.

"You aint have to do that," He chuckled.

"I. Don't. Care," I said getting into his face. He leaned his face closer and bit my bottom lip.

"Ow," I laughed as he began to tug on it. This guy. I pushed him onto the floor with me tumbling behind him. I bit at his top lip as he began to move his lips in between mine. I moved my lips in motion with his then I pulled away slowly looking him deep into his eyes.

"Zo, I think you should go home," I stated dryly as I climbed off of him and helped him off the floor.

"Um, yeah. I think I should. Bye, T,"

He let himself out and I collapsed onto my bed as my phone began to ring again. Oh my freaking gosh. I sat up then answered it without looking at the caller I.D.

"Hello," I sung into the phone.

"Uh, hey. How you been,"

I fell out of my bed realizing that it was Michael on the other line.

"Uh, I been great, actually. So, what made you call me. I haven't heard from you in about a month," I sat up and leaned onto the side of my bed.

"Oh, sorry about that. I just been-"

"You left me at the carnival. Alone. In the dark. Luckily, Zoey was there to take me to my hotel. So, don't bother talking to me ever again. Got it? Good," I hung up before he could even try to respond.

I know I messed up as well, but I feel like it's something fishy going on and if my instict tells me that there's something wrong, then there's something definitely wrong. On the otherhand, I've been wanting to speak with Payton. I feel like she has something to do with Chresanto not wanting anything to do with me. My dad knows where I am because he claims he's spoken to Chres, but if they still talk then how come he acts as if he doesn't know me? I checked the time on my Galaxy S 5 and it read 11:28p.m.