Intimate || Imagines & Unfinished Stories

003 A Number | Tory Lanez

Shortly after my father came back and occupied the seat next to me. I looked up at Tory then my father. Unbothered.

"Where's Jay?"

"Still in there getting his face together."

He chuckled a bit and patted my thigh. I put my phone into my purse just as my name was called.

"Myana Combs."

I rose from my seat taking a look at my dad before making my way to the counter.

"Go on in, hun."

I yanked the door open almost breaking a nail. The world heaviest fucking door, I swear.

"Shit." I hissed

"My." My dad called in a warning tone

"Sorry." I laughed finally making my way through the door

The nurse motioned for me to follow her to the room I'd be stationed in. The same room Jay was still in.

"What they do to you?" I laughed seeing his facial expression

"This shit ain't funny, look like a nigga slapped me."

He flipped me the bird as my laughter died down.

"No I'm serious, Jay. What they do?"

"He popped this big ass pimple and put some cream on it. He said it was going to tingle but it made my whole cheek red."

"Wipe it off."

I went over to the sink to grab a paper towel dampening it. I wiped Jay's cheek off a few times before disposing the paper towel.

"Don't let him put that shit back on your face Jay. Your cheek is like 1000 degrees right now."

"What you even here for, My?"

"My face be dry."

"Put some lotion of your shit. Let's get out of here before he fuck you up how he did me."

I laughed as Jay dragged me out the office back into the waiting room. Our dad looked at Jays face with a frown.

"What's on your face?"

"Some bullsh- crap. My face was on fire."

"We not coming back here. Your mom sent us to this dump and got your face torched." Dad whispered with a chuckle before leading us out

Before I could completely walk out of the door I took another glance around the room. His eyes found me before mine found him. Tory.

"Text me." He mouthed with a wink

"Maybe." I shot back before completely shutting the door
.::.
New Nigga: (Received)
Aye beautiful.

I read the text and threw my phone somewhere on the bed before leaving my room.

"Jay." I whined barging into his room

"What My?"

"Let's go somewhere. Why are we just sitting in the house dressed like we're about to go somewhere when we're not. "

"No My. I'm chilling, do the same."

"Man, you boring."

"I can be all of that."

"I'll buy you something."

"How much money you got?"

"You a scammer. But I got enough."

"Ten dollars ain't enough."

"Nigga I'm grown. I only carry fifties."

"Nigga you 16. Go on somewhere." He mushed my face

"Man you gone mess up my makeup." I smacked his hand down

"Shouldn't be wearing it anyway."

"You a hater man. Hurry up, I'll be in the car."