Help You

Chapter Nine

Tami's Apartment
June 13th, 2018
8:45pm
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Tami •

Finishing up on my lip gloss, I rubbed my lips together before standing up from my vanity. I went over to my dresser, grabbing my Burberry perfume and spraying a little bit on.

I don't know why I was being the extra person right now, but I felt the need to. I wasn't sure what Waka and I might be doing so I wore an adidas outfit along with a pair of yeezys.

I put my hat on, before going to the living room. My phone dinged.

From: Waka
Here.

I grabbed my purse before getting into his car.

"Wassup?"

"Nothing." I buckled up.

"How you feeling right now?" He pulled off without looking.

"You should check next time before you pull off."

He chuckled lowly. "Shit if I would've known I had a driver expert in my car I would've never invited them inside or for a free ride."

"You didn't have to pick me up tonight then. I made that shit perfectly clear."

"I guess your still mad or in your feelings."

"I'm neither of those. I'm content."

"Aight."

The low music played as he drove on the highway. I went on my Instagram seeing he was in my request list.

"How'd you find my Instagram?"

"From contacts." I looked at him. "It was recommended."

I smirked. "Aight." I tried to sound like him.

I caught him looking over at me before starting to laugh.

"Yo Tami you different. Funny as hell too."

"Shit I know I'm different, that's why I'm special."

"Definitely. You're definitely special."

My cheeks started burning up, I could feel it. I lowered my head a bit so my hat could cover my face.

I felt his huge, warm hand touch my thigh.

I looked up. "You ain't gotta be nervous Tami. I just hope you ain't uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable." I spoke honestly.

"Good."

He pulled up to Roller Motion Skate Center.

"Roller skating?"

"Yep. They play throwback songs on Friday's."

"Oh okay." He parked before getting out.

What shocked me was he opened the door for me.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

We walked inside the loud, hot, flashing lights, building. Waka pulled me over to the skates area. He paid for two pairs of skates.

"What size miss?" The young light - skin dude with tattoos all over his body asked.

"5."

"Should've known." Waka mumbled.

"What that mean?"

"You short so of course yo feet gonna be small as hell." I rolled my eyes as he laughed at himself.

We grabbed our skates and went over to the lockers. I put my shoes in once I was up on my feet.