Damaged

Twelve.

Jordyn

I groaned as my phone rang. The episode of 9-1-1 was just getting good.

"What took so long to answer?" Maniac asked once it connected.

"Boy mind your business.. Are you driving?" I asked.

"What it look like?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"What did you call me for if you just gone be mean?" I asked.

"I'm outside" he said.

"You what?" I asked.

"Man come open the door" he said.

"No, my dad can come home any minute" i said.

"Better let me in before he get here" he said.

I looked at him like he was stupid.

"You're not understanding. You can't come in. He don't like you" i said.

"OG fuck wit' me" he said.

"I promise you he don't" i said.

"What are you doing?" I asked hearing shuffling as the camera dropped.

I heard knocking on the door.

"I hate this nigga" i said getting up.

I heard him laugh before he hung up. I made my way downstairs making sure no one was here.

"Took long enough" he said once i opened the door.

"Where'd you park?" I asked.

"Across the street" he said.

"Come on" i sighed.

"I got you food" he said holding up two Wendy's bags.

"4for4?" I asked.

"With the crispy chicken blt and spicy nuggets" he said.

"Aww" i said taking the bag as we went upstairs.

Once we got in my room I closed and locked the door.

"If my dad comes home you going out the window" i said.

"Bet" he said.

"I'm serious" i said.

"Wouldn't be the first time i had to jump from a two story" he said nonchalantly.