Samuel and Lucas, two boys from two different backgrounds.
One night they cross paths at a college party, and Samuel is instantly attracted to Lucas.
What happens when Lucas finally gives in and gives Samuel a chance?
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The movie was pretty cool, I mean I was lost as fuck during some scenes, but for the most part I liked it.
I would've enjoyed it even more, if Sammy stupid ass wasn't harassing me throughout the first half of it.
"Did you enjoy the movie shawty?" He asked, as we walked out towards his car.
Him and these damn nicknames.
"Yea, I thought it was aight. I probably would've understood it more if you wasn't trying to freaky with me in the back row." I said sarcastically, opening up the door on the passenger side.
I'm assuming he found it funny tho, because he started laughing hella loud.
"My bad lil baby, you just was looking so good I honestly couldn't help myself." He replied, licking his lips and then smirking at me.
I rolled my eyes, buckling my seatbelt, and wait for him to start up the car.
"Yea whatever pervert, you broke a rule. I told you to keep your hands to yourself, but you didn't listen, so that's strike one." I told him, leaning back in the seat and folded my arms.
He gasped, his mouth hanging open, like he was surprised or something.
"I said I was sorry, don't do me like that! I really get on my knees and beg you, is that what you want?" He asked with a pleading tone.
This nigga is hella fucking dramatic, like wow.
I laughed at him, he was really looking butthurt over the fact that I gave his ass a strike.
"Nigga shut up and drive, I'm hungry as hell and your depriving me of putting some food in my stomach, that's bout to be strike two." I said, a devious smile forming on my face.
He Tokyo drifted his way out of the parking lot and sped off into the street.
I was clinging to my seat for dear life, as he was speeding down the busy roads, driving like his life depended on it.
Not that that matters, because if he kept driving like this, neither of us would have a fucking life.
"Sammy slow down, what the fuck are you doing nigga, this ain't Grand theft auto. You drive off a cliff we ain't getting revived!" I yelled at him, the fear clear in my voice.
He looked my way quickly, before taking a harsh turn into another parking lot and coming to a complete stop.
Finally being able to properly breathe, I let out a long, much needed sigh. Then turning to face him.
We stared at each other for a while, before I started slapping him anywhere my hands could possibly connect with his skin.
"What the absolute FUCK is your problem? Are you insane, we could've died or got pulled over, I'm to pretty for jail!" I exclaimed loudly, looking at him like he was out of his mind.
