The Game

8

Dante

"Come outside." I told Kyah on the phone. We've been hanging out for four weeks now. I'm feeling her.

"What? Right now?" She asked.

"Yea."

"Ok." I hung up.

Ten minutes later she came out. She had on like baby blue high waisted jeans, a white fitted crop top shirt with slits on the side and red toms. Her hair was pulled up into a neat bun.

"Hey." She said getting in the car.

"What's up." I pulled off and started driving.

"Where are we going at 8 o'clock at night."

"I'm taking you out." I told her.

A while later we pulled up to the movies. We got out and went inside. I held her hand as we walked inside to get the tickets. She looked up at me with a smile on her lips. She was beautiful. I paid for the tickets to see Think Like Man too.

"I always wanted to see this but I never got the chance." She said as we took our seats in the very back.

"Kevin Hart in it so it's going to be funny." I said.

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"That movie was so funny." Kyah said still laughing.

"Kevin Hart is a damn fool." I said laughing too. We were walking out to the car.

"It was way funnier than the first one."

"My favorite part was the jail scene." I said laughing thinking about it.

"Dante." I turned around and couldn't believe who I saw.

Kyah

"Dad?" I heard Dante say. He looked like he seen a ghost. I stood there looking back and forth between him and Dante. I'm guessing that's his father but he looked familiar to me. I think he did business with my parents. I'm not sure.

"What are you doing here. I thought you were at the library?" The man question.

"I- I came to the movies." Dante studdered out. I'm confused as to why he's acting like that.

"So you lied to me?" The man was closer now.

"Sir. It's not his fault." I find myself speaking for what I don't know.

"I'm not talking to you hoe."

"Dad don't call her no hoe." Dante said.

"I'm not no damn hoe so you better get that shit right." I said with attitude.

"Dante go home."

"I have to take her home."

"No you don't. You do as I say."

"I'm taking her home like I said." He grabbed my hand and we walked to the car. We got in and he drove off. He looked angry.

"That was your father?" I asked.

"Yea. He's a fuckin ass whole." He said.

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He's controlling. He tries to control my life. He wants to control every aspect of it." He said as we pulled into my drive way.

"You shouldn't let him take control of your life."

"It's not that easy."

"You making it harder than it has to be. All you have to do is tell him you won't go for that shit he doing. You better put your foot down." I told him.

"You right. I wish it was that easy for me."

"Stay the night." I found myself saying. I'm saying a lot of shit that I would never say.

"I can't."

"Yes you can. You might go home to hell so you mine as well make it count."

"You right." He turned the car off and we got out. We walked upstairs after I locked the door.

"I guess you don't have no shorts for me?" He asked.

"Unless you want booty shorts." I said holding a pair up. He laughed and shook his head no. I quickly took my clothes off and put on shorts and a shirt before going in the bed where he was laying with just his boxers on.

"You teasing a nigga and shit." He said with a laugh.

"How?" I asked turning to face him.

"Stripping in front of me."  I laughed.

"You didn't have to look." He wrapped his arms around me and I laid my head on his chest.

"I want you to be my girl." He said out of no where. I looked up at him with a smile on my face.

"I would love to be your girl." I said. He leaned down and kissed me.