His Daughter || Michael B. Jordan fanfic

11

Virginia

I woke up alone in my bed. Didn't something happen last night? I thought to myself. I then remembered that me and Justin were kissing then everything went blank. My head was throbbing from the amount of sunlight pouring into my room.

"I really got to buy some blackout curtains." I said to myself as I got up and put pants and a t-shirt on. I walked into the hallway and boy it was trashed. I stepped over a pile of cups and beer bottles then opened Tariq's door.

"Tariq, wake ya ass up! We gotta clean this bitch up!" I yelled at a sleeping Tariq. I waited a few minutes to see if that worked.

"Nothing." I murmured to myself. I was thinking of ways to wake him up then the perfect idea came to mind. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed two skillets. I walked out of the kitchen and into Tariq's room. I then started banging the skillets together.

"TARIQ!" I yelled over the loud banging noise. Oh my gosh, this is not helping my headache. Soon, Tariq got up and charged towards me and grabbed the skillets.

"No." He said while going back to his bed. I groaned and grabbed his arm before he laid down.

"No, we are cleaning up this house." I said while pulling him towards the hallway. He looked at the mess in front of him.

3 hours later

I fell on the couch and lifted my feet up on the coffee table.

"Man, why did we have to do this today?" Tariq asked. I looked at him like he was stupid.

"You're really gonna ask that right now ?" I asked him. He nodded and I just rolled my eyes. My phone started ringing. I grabbed my flashing phone and saw who was calling me, 'Dad'.

"Yes father?" I asked after I pushed the accept button. I heard muffled talking on the other end.

"We're going out to eat tonight, so dress nice." He said. I groaned and sunk my body deeper into the couch.

"Do I have to?" I asked annoyed and still feeling sick. He chuckled.

"Yes you have to, I want you to meet someone." He said. I made a face. Oh shit, it's a bitch trying to replace my mom. Oh no honey, she ain't coming into the picture.

"Okay, see you later." I said. I hung up without him being able to say a word. I looked at Tariq.

"I gotta look better than a bitch tonight." I said and he smirked and I started getting ready.