My Issa

Heyy! Im back! I took a week to edit this chapter for all of you lovely peoples. This story features Issa Thompson and Jacquees! Look them up! At the bottom of the chapter ill be posting links to their songs. kinda like song of the day type thing but yeah heres the story! this story takes place bck in 2012

     Me & my friend Jeanette are in a club on a Friday night. Were both 17 and fresh out of high school. Word in the club was that Issa Thompson was here and looking for a new girl. Now I know what youre thinking, why look for a girl in a club. Typical but hey hes only 16 and his a rapper, let him do his thing. There was a giant group of people in a cricle dancing, well mainly grinding. So me and Jean decided to join. But... little did I know of who I was dancing on. When the song changed, it was my favorite reggae song. The mystery dance partner leaned me back and we started grinding on each other. I mean how else do you dance to reggae music. His hands wrapped around my waist and I felt so comfortable.

   At that moment, I had completely forgotten we were around other people but when someone whistled and started cat calling me, I snapped back into reality. As realization hit, that everyone was staring at me and my partner, my show off side decided to come out. 

   I spotted Jeanette, she gave me a thumbs up and smile. She mouthed 'Good Job!' I was a little confused but that didnt stop me. The song ended and my partner took my hand and pulled me to what looked like the VIP section. Who in the HELL was I dancing with?! My heart rate started to speed up. All I could tell was that he was black, and had some long dreads. His hand was huge and mine fit so perfectly. When he finally turned around, my breath caught in my throat. 

  "Holy shit," I mumbled. I was dancing with Issa Thompson! Those piercing green eyes stared down into mine. That brilliant white smile graced his face. This guy is only 16! What is he doing in a club?

  Oh wait! Let me tell you a little about myself before we get to deep in the story.  My name is Sasha Lawson, 17 year old singer, dancer, and writer. I just graduated last May and shit am i glad! Im 5'6 and I have long black hair. All natural, no tracks, no clip ins. Im missed with black and indian so it grows pretty fast. I have deep hazel eyes or so Ive been told. Nails always done, hair always done, clothes always fresh, and swag on 100 everyday. Oh did I mention, my family... is kinda...well rich?

   Now back to how I met Issa. He stared down into my eyes. He wore a fresh Chicago Bulls snapback and a white and red polo. "Well Im guessing you knwo who I am," he said smiling. Just the sound of his voice had me flusterred. 

   "O-o-of course," I said stuttereing. "Who doesnt, who wouldnt recognize those green eyes?" Okay did I mention a serious flirt. No? Oh well...

  "Heh I guess thats true," he said sitting down. He patted te spot next to him and I eagerly sat down. "So tell me... whats your name?"

  "Sasha Lawson."

   "Cool! My managers last name is Lawson." (A/N not true.) 

    "cool," I smiled my best smile as  I felt his arm snake around me.

    "So Ms Lawson, were you having fu out there on that dance floor?"

     "Well you know how a girl gotta work." I said shrugging. He chuckled. "Dont try and act all innocent boy. you was grinding on me too. For a 16 year old you've got some moves."

    "Well you know how a brother gotta work," he said mimicking me. I smirked. This boy is cool people. "So tell me more about yourself."

   "Well Im gonna be 18 in August. I just graduated and ive got enough money to last me a lifetime. I love singing and dancing, theyre my passion."

     "Well you think you could come sing and dance in one of my videos?"

    "I dont work for free boo," I joked.

    "Oh true! I believe that!" HE laughed. 

   "Hey is it alright if my friend Jeanetter came up here? Shes like my sister."

   "Only if I get your number."

   "Alright thats a bet." He sent is security out to find her after I gave him the description. I saw a bathroom in the room and went to use it. I fixed my hair and make up and went back out. I saw Jean all over my man! Wait- woah... hes not my man nor is he a man...yet. Well atleast we all know who he'll be calling tonight. 

   I sat on the other side of him and whispered in his ear to give me his phone. He handed it to me and I put my number in it. We both have iPhone! WOOP! I programmed my number in it and checked the time. IT was well into midnight. I handed him his phone and we talked a little more until Jeanette had to go. "You need a ride Sash?"

   "Naw I'll take her home," Issa said.

   "Okay text me later twinnie," she left. Issa picked me up and sat me on his lap. 

    "So how about you comin' home with me tonight?"

    "My mommy taught me not to go home with strangers," I said biting my finger.

     "ALright you little tease, Ill take you home and we'll go out tomorrow then?"

     "Sounds like a date to me. Now shall we go?" I stood up and smoothed my outfit. He took my hand and we headed out to his Escalade. "Boy you are 16 and you know how to drive?"

     "Havent gotten a ticket yet." On the ride home he kept cracking the cheesiest jokes but I loved it. When we pulled into my driveway, he walked me to my front door. "Well damn, your house is huge."

     "Told ya I was rich." I smirked. He pulled my waist towards himand I rested my hands on his chest. "Text me when you get home?"

      "Alright." He kissed my cheek and walked back to his car. I went inside as he pulled off. And thats how my life started with Issa Thompson.

Alrighty guys! COMMENT VOTE AND SHARE!! I love hearing reviews. but anyways this is a song by Issa and Jacquees called I Told Her. 

http://youtu.be/nT_BcHkRZik