Jaelynn Ammarie Pierce
Part I
Elijah Crassus will forever and always be the dumbest nigga I've ever met. I stare at him as he swags some girl whose whole ass was out with disgust and annoyance. They would most likely fuck tonight if someone better didn't come along. The pig.
A few minutes ago he was making traps to some of the boys that were buying, after just getting out of jail for drugs less then twenty four hours ago. I roll my eyes with a shake of my head. It's sickening sometimes how much I worry about that stupid boy.
I should stop worrying about him and pay more attention to the lil cutie thats been staring at me for the past five minutes, but how could I not worry about him when thats all I've been doing for that past three years?
We've had this relationship since my freshman year, that wasn't exactly a friendship if you considered how many times we could bicker in a thirty minute period alone. But then when we were on good terms I would slap any bitch for him, the same way I would for Jason, Jamir, Jahbri and Josiah, who liked to go by his middle name Paris. He wasn't my brother the way they were; though, because then we'd be the duPonts with all the nasty thoughts I sometimes have about him.
Suddenly there was a long arm going around my shoulder that pulled me against a hard, hot body. I looked up at the boy thats soon to be the reason behind all of my grey hairs. "You should stop eye raping me lil bit and figure out what that nigga wants." Though I couldn't stand him on most days, I couldn't deny the fact that he was incredibly handsome. His chocolate skin was golden and so soft without him even trying. Juicy big lips covered the most perfect set of white teeth. He had muscles before being in jail for six months but they were boy muscles, shaped from football and sex. The ones he had now were all man and my eyes are drawn to them as they're wrapped around my waist.
His words finally registers in my head and I shove his arm off of me while moving a far enough distance away from him. "I was not eye raping you!"
"Yea you were," he persists in his deep bartone voice that dropped so many panties. Personally my favorite thing was his hair. It was so curly and yankable. "But thats okay, one day I'll be yours and you can more then eye rape me."
Were my ears hearing thing or did he actually want to commit to one girl longer then a weekend? I snort because I couldn't possibly be hearing right. "Yea okay Elijah, and the day you settle down will be the day pigs fly or the sun stops shinning."
His large hands were suddenly on my waist, pulling me flush against his body. "Why is me sticking to one girl so impossible? I'm ain't that bad."
I snort again. "Because I know you. I know your game and how you think and that's why we'll never work." I attempt to move out of his arms but his grip was unbreakable.
"Maybe I haven't met the right girl yet." His voice was so vague that it was hard to determine how he really felt and his eyes never showed his real emotions. They were always two dark pools of indifference.
"And whats your 'right girl' like?" I tease him, my eyes staring directly into his.
"You."
I laugh but can't help the smile that easily spreads across my full lips at his words. Did I mention that Elijah flirting with me was second nature to him? And that sometimes, when I was in a good mood, that I'd flirt back? Today wasn't one of those days; however, because I really didn't want to be here.
I don't even know why I was here in one of my tightest dresses and a pair of gladiator sandals. It wasn't like I was gonna gain anything from being here.
The same girls from a party two weeks ago were throwing it back on the same boys. I was listening to the same music, and though I loved dancing, its gets a little boring when they play the same songs every party. The same dumb ass niggas were tryna talk to me like they'd ever have a chance. The same lil hoes were staring me up and down as their niggas were all in my DM, maybe if they stopped worrying about what Jaelynn Thompson was doing then their dudes wouldn't want me.
But who was I kidding? They would always want me as long as I continued to look this snackish.
So why was I here? I look around the dark club as if tryna find a reason when my eyes land back on the guy towering above me. I mentally sigh, oh...right...him.
No matter how much he might urked my last nerve, Elijah was my baby and I'd always be there for him. And this was his welcome home party.
"How are you this cute but this dumb?" I say in reply to his corny pick-up line.
He smiles and I feel his pesky little hands slowly travel down my back until they land on my ass. And I let him have his fun before my hand was lightly connecting with his cheek. He jumps back and cups his cheek like I hit him hard or something which makes me regret not hitting him hard.
"Why are you always puttin' your hands on me?"
"Because I told you that the next time your hands were on me without my permission that you were gonna get it."
"And when was this."
"Don't play dumb Lijah," I put my hands on my hips.
He smirks down at me. "But you just said that I was stupid."
I don't growl and start yanking his hair like every nerve in my body wanted me to. Instead I smile, like the lady my mom raised me to be, and walk away from the boy before I end up in jail.
"Lil bit," he shouts over the music. I reluctantly turn when I feel his hand on my wrist. "Where's the rest of yo clothes?"
"You don't like my outfit Lijah?" I tease while resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Sometimes Elijah forgot that he was only my friend, not my dad or my brother. It was annoying when he would cockblock while I was tryna get a little boo and empowering when I purposely wore something to get a reaction out of him. Another reason why I couldn't be his girlfriend, he was far too possesive. "I put it on just for you."
He smirks down at me then pulls me back against his chest. Have I mentioned how short I was? Or how tall he was? Elijah was easily almost a whole foot talker then my 5'2 status, so in turn I only just came to his braod shoulders. He leans down, his hot breath sending chills up and down my spine as he whispers lowly in my ear. "And I would've loved to take this little dress off of you tonight, to bad you won't give me the chance."
I stare blankly at him for a long time before I fake a look of recognition. "Oh was I supposed to feel sorry for you? I stopped listenin' after 'and'."
Bickering with this broad shouldered man would never get old, even if we do say the same stuff to each other nearly everytime. It was just something about the way his face contoured when I truly pissed him off that kept me going. I tried to make it a point of mine to see his face change like that before I lay down for the night, which is why the past six months have been hard for me. Its practically like removing your favorite candy after you ate it every single day.
"But maybe if your a real good boy, then I'll let you." My voice was as low as his as I linked my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. I can feel his body shiver against mine.
That sexy smirk of his appears on his equally sexy face. I smirk back up at him as he licks his lips. "I can be a good boy."
His hands some how find there way back on my ass. He just doesn't learn. I take his ear lobe between my teeth and pull hard. He groans in pain and lets go of my butt while returning to his full height. "Guess you can't be a good boy."
He smiles at me, not in the littlest but mad because this was how we played. "You know I can't, baby girl." Then he walks into the crowd.
