Midnight Menace.

Ten.

After we bowled in silence, I went all the way over to the relaxing area. I didn't want to see him. And I couldn't find him either. So that was a bonus. I laid on the couch and dozed off for about an hour.

I was thirsty so I got out two dollars and slid them in a nearby vending machine. I got strawberry kiwi vitamin water. I got back on the couch and crossed my legs, as I sipped the vitamin water.

A pair of arms were wrapped around my neck. And a pair of lips were placed on my neck.

I knew it was Ramir and I was supposed to be mad, but that felt good.

I bet he knew I liked it because he didn't stop. I started giggling and moaning quietly because we were in public. I mean, I couldn't stay mad at him forever.

"I don't like you." I told him.

He sounded offended as he answered, "Ouch."

I laughed, scooted over, and patted the couch for him to sit. He sat down and pulled me on his lap.

"I'm a big kid now!" I said.

"Naaah. You still tiny. Well, you know you've grown." He emphasized.

"So have you. The fuck. You're huge now. Literally." I said.

He smirked and said, "You dirty minded freak."

I got what he meant and turned red.

"I didn't even mean that!" I said.

"Sure did. You sittin' on it anyways." He said, as I moved off his lap.

"Das nasssssty." I said scrunching up my face.

He pulled me back on his lap because he claimed that his lap got "colder".

"You love it though. Don't front." He said.

"C'mon, c'mon gurl why you frooontin'? Baby show me somethin'." I sang.

"You finna show me somethin'?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes and laid on his lap. He got up and walked up to the stage. He dedicated this song to me and looked at me the whole time he sang.

( Kissin' on my Tattoos // August Alsina. )

"Baby I don't blame you

For being in the club

Getting all that love

Cause you're so beautiful

God made you to show that off

Now I ain't ever been the jealous type of guy

But I want you to myself, I can't lie

I know we ain't on no one on one thing

But baby, It should change

Cause when I be out with other chicks I be thinking 'bout you

And when you be out on dates you be texting me too

Telling me to come pick you up when he drop you off

I pray to God he ain't breaking you off"

Everyone was quiet in the alley, so his voice was literally echoing. He sang the chorus with background singers I didn't even notice were there.

"I don't want nobody but you, kissin' on my tattoos

And I don't want nobody but me ( talkin' to you ) until you fall asleep

( Oooh ) We betta stop playin' ( we betta stop playin' )

Before we mess around and someone gets hurt

I don't want nobody but you ( nobody but you )

Kissin' on my tattoos

Nobody but you ( Kissin' on me, kissin' on me )

Nobody but you ( Kissin' on me, kissin' on me )

Nobody but you ( Kissin' on me, kissin' on me )

Nobody but you ( Kissin' on me, kissin' on me. )"

He sang until the song was over and by that time my face was flooded with tears. Everyone started clapping and he hopped down from the stage and hugged me, rocking me back and forth.

Applause was just getting louder, second by second. His shirt was soaked from my tears but I guess he didn't care.

He whispered, "Surprise." in my ear. Which sent chills straight down my spine.

"Thank you Ramir." I said in his chest, which came out as a loud mumble.

He patted my back a couple more times and I removed my face from him. I looked around and saw people looking at us in awe, people giving stank faces, and people just looking.

He told me he was gonna get us some drinks and left. I saw some hoe try to give him her number. He just laughed and walked away, shaking his head.

He came back and handed me mine. Piña Colada. Y'all don't know how good it is.

He sat on the couch and I put my feet on his lap. He just chuckled.

A random came and asked if we were together. We both said no. And in .2 seconds, she sat on his lap. Which my feet were on.

I did the cross and gave her two seconds in my head before I would aloud. When those seconds were over I politely asked her to get up.

She said, "No. Who the fuck are you?"

My anger slowly crept up.

"I am Kayla Michelle Phillips. Now I'm going to ask you again to get up." I said as I asked her again.

"Bitch, do you not understand no? No comprendo?" She said looking at me like I was crazy.

I breaved and did the cross again. Ramir knew what was going to happen, that's why he was looking at me funny.

My anger rose.

I looked at her, squinting, and yelled, "Do you not understand what the fuck I said? I said get the fuck off! I ain't tryna have yo' rat lookin' ass all over my feet."

And with that, she was off. I walked out of the building with pairs and pairs of eyes on me. I walked to the nearest park and got on a swing. I was beyond pissed.

Who the fuck do you think you are to have the nerve to sit on my feet? Where is the chill nowadays?

I got my earphones out, plugged them in my phone, and put Kendrick Lamar on blast. The volume was all the way up. He's probably the only artist that can change my mood. I was swinging real high, until I saw a presence before me.

It scared the shit out of me. I stopped swinging and looked at the figure.

And it wasn't Ramir.