I examined Ferg's clean and shiny fingernails.
My stomach swirled with fear because Ferg was actually in my bed, asleep in my house.
I let his hand go, and it dropped.
I sat up in bed and whispered to him. "Darold, I think I might faint"
His eye opened, and he looked up at me. "Chill"
I opened the drawer beside my bed and pulled out a pill, taking it.
I got up and went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I sat on the edge of the bed.
"Nah, come back to me" He said, and pulled me onto him. I adjusted myself so that I could be comfortable and he started to squeeze, slap, and rub on my butt. "Relaaax"
He stopped doing it, and readjusted himself.
My eyes involuntarily rolled up until he moved his thing away from my thing.
"That's a sweet spot?" He asked.
"Shhh" I mumbled. "Stop talking"
"Go on a date with me today. You not doing nothing." I cleared my throat to reject it, but he shook his head no. "I wasn't asking you"
"Sayvior!" Coach called from downstairs.
I got out the bed. "Ferguson, he know's you here"
"No he don't. Go ahead. I'ma be here" He shooed me off.
I dragged myself downstairs to see that Coach was downstairs drunk with a couple of friends.
"Yes?" I asked.
"You couldn't come down sooner to tell me good morning?" His friend asked.
"I duh-didn't know you were here" I said nervously.
"Go get us some juice" Coach said.
I went in the kitchen and came back with three glasses, orange juice, and a bottle of pills. "Here you go, Coach."
He grunted and stared at the TV.
I felt a hand trickle up my thigh and stepped away, sucking in air deeply.
I got yanked back by the waistband of my pajamas and held back a cry of fear.
If I reacted negatively, then some part of me would get broken today.
I leaped forward and the waistband of my pajamas slapped against my lower back because I dashed up the stairs, and closed the door.
I was hyperventilating by the end of it all.
"What you doing?" Ferg asked, tightening his durag. "Stop that"
I tried to talk to him, but it was hard.
"Stop crying" He mumbled, and pulled me onto him. "What happened?"
His skin was hot.
My eyes widened, and I struggled to suck in air, but managed to gain control.
I turned my head towards the door when I heard someone fall into it from the other side. "Savory sweet. Hurry up and let me in"
"Sayvior, go to the bathroom real quick" Ferg stood up, and turned me into the direction of my bathroom like I didn't know where it was.
"No, I was just crying because of something else" I stepped in front of him.
"Why you panicking?" He moved me to the side, and I punched him before he could reach the door.
"You're not supposed to be here, Ferg" I mumbled.
"That baby ass punch, Sayvior" He moved me out the way, and opened the door. "What you want with her?"
The drunk man stood up a little straighter. "What she want with me? She letting me touch-
Ferg swung and connected his fist with the man's jaw. I heard it crack, and I looked at Ferg alarmed because he really just did that.
"That's the nigga that made you cry, right?" He asked.
I swallowed hard, and managed to nod my head.
I heard Coach come upstairs. "What was that? What's going in?!?"
I turned to Ferg and tried to push him away, but he remained still and tense in the doorway, unbothered by my touch.
Coach saw Ferguson, and stepped towards me, but I slipped back and behind Ferg.
Coach would for sure break me.
"You being a sneaky slut now, Sayvior? That's why you got your wrist broke? You got your wrist hurt cause you were going to drive to see a boy?" Coach spat.
I shook my head no. "It's not like-"
Ferguson sized Coach up. "What you tryna do then? I got a hefty ass bone to pick with you"
Coach laughed. "Get out of my house before I get you charged"
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"Meat head" I mumbled, leaning my head back as he kissed up my neck.
I was laid out across his lap in a rollie chair with my legs over the arm rest.
"You tryna get loved on by a jiggy nigga?" He asked me.
"I-"
"You don't even gotta answer that because you skipped a workout to be with me" Ferg cut me off.
"Maybe I came to chill with Nast" I put my hand over Ferg's lips, but removed them cause I just washed my hands.
"No, you came to get hickies up and down your neck" Nast said, writing on a piece of paper.
"Am I in the way?" I moved my feet to stand up. "I should go practice anyways"
Ferg kept me in place, and I tensed up a bit, but relaxed afterwards.
"It looked like you cringed" Nast said.
"She saw me break somebody jaw today, and sometimes she gets real tense" Ferg said.
"I'm touchy" I mumbled.
"She's gonna be jumping all around during our date tonight. Matter of fact, we should get going" Ferg slapped my thigh lightly, and I got up, waving at everyone in the booth.
"Bye Nast" I said to him.
"Aight, lil Darold. Big Darold." Nast laughed, throwing his head back.
"Chipped tooth ass nigga" Ferg shook his head, and led me out the studio, before looking down at me, smiling slightly. "Time for this date"
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