tatim pov
its a Thursday night. I work a morning shift tomorrow and my sucky boyfriend is forcing me to a drag race.
this is not how I wanna spend my evening off, Id much rather be in my bed watching a fucking horror movie cuddling up to Zion.
But I gotta do what I do best, smile and never argue.
its a learned habit. Maybe not so much a healthy one. but if I wanna keep zions mood steady, gotta keep my mouth shut.
I took my time stepping into my boyfriends 2019 orange corvette. i might be a lil dumb for choosing this fit, considering it took me a minute to bend my body a little just to sit down. no pussy lip slips allowed.
"You look like a slut." Zion spoke, quickly driving off the moment I closed my door. my heart did its little drop to the pit of my stomach, in the feeling of, defeat. I figured he'd want me to wear this.
"I thought you said you liked this outfit?" I questioned him crossing my arms over my stomach for comfort.
he left out a sigh causing my anxiousness to rise.
tears started to swell up in my eyes but i gotta contain myself, he'll just have another thing to say.
god now i just wanna turn around, i don't wanna be around anyone. especially people i don't know. i barely know anything about this place, i'm an idiot for wearing a short dress. i wanna hide. all my confidence is gone.... the little bit i had left of it.
we pulled into a side road, completely dark. the ground under us was just made of rock and dirt. we drove for about 7 minutes on this bumpy road until we reached a large parking lot full of cars and people. rap music was blaring my eardrums along with loud engines which only caused the heaviness in my chest, to increase.
i popped a piece of gum in my mouth to distract my mind as much as i could instead of eating away at the skin around my fingernails. very unattractive. gotta have a good first impression. zion would murder me.
"alright," zion mumbled putting his car in park, turning it off. "come meet my crew." i watched him get out of the car walking towards his friends leaving me no time to calm myself or get adjusted.
i scanned the area, men. men. men. men. oh half naked girls. some more men. men high asf. men feeling up girls, vise versa.
so much was going on, this is not my type of environment. honestly didn't think it was my boyfriends either.
my eyes met zions stopping me from doing my scanning. he glared me down which meant i gotta hurry my ass up before he gets me himself.
i scurried my short chubby body out of his corvette. many eyes were on me all at once. i don't want this. i'm gonna cry. i'm gonna die. i really hope i die. just let me die right here so i don't gotta deal with these hungry men looking me up and down.
a few whistle and cat calls were heard in the distant and from the group of guys i was approaching. i got a literal gag in my throat.
"yall chill," zion laughed grabbing me by the waist. "this is tatim" i shyly smiled at each of the boys standing around me. and they laughed.
"hey, i'm tilli." some guy reach his hand out to shake mine. i politely shook his large tattooed hand back, his firm was tight but not too tight.
"hi," i smiled dropping his hand and crossing my arms over my tummy.
"zion talks bout you all the fucking time." tilli said smirking. i looked up at zion seeing an annoyed look on his face finishing it off with a pink tint to his tan skin.
i didn't actually think he talked about me with his friends. i felt a little bit of my anxiety ease with hearing that.
"so uh, cambo," zion said pointing at a guy with dark blue hair that reached his shoulders. he stood tall but also slouching at the same time.
he nodded.
