Jamell Demons
"So when are you going to let me touch you?" Jonathan asked me.
Never ever until I feel like I want some dick.
I shrugged and looked at my nails.
"So you just finna act like you dont hear me talkin to you?" He grabbed my face and made me look at him.
Is that not what I am doing though?
I shrugged.
"You cannot still be mad about the hookers, that was a whole six days ago bae," He let go of my face.
I can be and I am so leave me alone.
"Yeah aight," he huffed.
Okay nigga?
"So you wanna watch some movies tonight? Get some snacks, like a date kinda?" He asked me as he reached out and rubbed on my thigh.
I might or I might not. Who knows.
I shrugged and still turned away from him.
"Can you use your words please baby?" He continued to rub my thigh.
"Sure, I guess," I mumbled.
"Thats all you had to say baby," he smiled. "What snacks do you like?"
"Uhm, depends..." I shrugged.
"Well I'll go to the store, make a list for me okay?" He asked me.
This is a risky question.
"Can I go with you?" I asked, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.
"You know I cant do that?" He sighed.
"Why though?" I asked.
"Because I dont know what you have planned you could cause a seen and get me arrested or run away or something I dont know," he explained.
"But I wont," I admitted.
"And why should I trust that baby?" He asked me.
"Cause, what do I really have to go back to? I was a foster kid no one missed me. Im better off here anyways." I shrugged.
"Yeah but how do I know you aint playin me?" He asked.
"The reason I was so mad is not because of what you think... I was mad because I know that the way I am attracted to you is wrong, I know I shouldnt be considering the circumstances.. but I am and I hate that but I can live with it, I cant help the way I feel..." I sighed.
"Okay, you can come, but any funny shit, I will kill you," he warned me.
"Yay, thank you," I smiled, knowing my lie worked.
"Yeah aight."
