Thirteen
847 Words
Laila
The sound of the annoying alarm clock had me shifting and groaning in my sleep.
I decided to act like I didn't hear nothing and just let it ring out. Jason hovered over me and turned it off.
"Laila, wake up. Timemp for school." he whispered. I still acted like I didn't hear him.
"Laila, bae. Wake up." he started kissing my soft spot and I bounced up. "Morning." he chuckled before walking into the bathroom.
I got up and the breeze attacked my skin and I ran back in bed. I just grabbed my phone and scrolled down i********: until Jason came back.
"You not up from bed yet ? I have more than one bathroom." he sighed and looked at me.
"I'm cold." I just hid under the covers and he picked me up. "Jason, I'm heavy. Put me down." I struggled but he wasn't having it.
"Laila, your not heavy. You are just light as a feather, see." he threw me in the air and I laughed. "Your pores are just open. Relax." he carried me into the other bathroom.
"Thank you, Jay-Jay." I laughed and he sucked his teeth and left. I turned the hot water on all the way and hopped in. It burned at first but I got used to it.
I brushed my teeth after I got out the shower. I grabbed my clothes and ran back to the other room.
I put my cocoa butter on and slipped my clothes on. I put on my white spagetti strapped shirt on under my orange and gray striped sweater and my acid wash pants with little holes going down and my converses. (A/N- I wore that outfit Thursday. The weather was beautiful.)
"You ready, Laila ?" Jason asked as he knocked on the door. I walked out and he eyed me up and down.
"What ? Can I help you ?" he ignored me and picked me up. "Put me down, Jason!" I kept laughing as he threw me in the air.
"Not until you tell me why you have an attitude." I kept laughing and had to get serious for once.
"Because I'm hungry." he put me down and looked me in the eyes.
"Me too." he said roughly.
"Okay, what do you want to eat ?" he looked at me and winked.
"Oh you know what I want." I pushed him away from me and laughed. "But on a serious note, how 'bout some McDonalds ?" I nodded and grabbed my bookbag.
I just looked at Jason's outfit. He had on a black polo shirt and black true religion pants and black sneakers and a black hat.
"You don't ever get tired of wearing all that black ? Because if it was me, I would." he chuckled and nodded.
We walked out of the house and he locked the door. I decided to go in his Zenvo St1. I know niggas gonna be hating.
Creep by TLC came on and I started singing with T-Boz.
"Oh, this my song."
Yes it's me again
And I'm back
Oh I oh I oh I yeah
Oh I oh I oh I baby
Oh I oh I oh I yeah
The 22nd of loneliness and we've
Been through so many thangs
I love my man with all honesty
But I know he's cheatin' on me
I look him in his eyes but all he
Tells me is lies to keep me near
I'll never leave him down though
I might mess around it's only
'Cause I need some affection oh
So I creep yeah
Just keep it on the down low
Said nobody is supposed 2 know
So I creep yeah
'Cause he doesn't know
What I do and no attention
Goes to show oh so I creep
The 23rd of loneliness
And we don't talk
Like we used 2 do
Now it seems pretty
Strange but I'm not
Buggin' 'cause I still feel
The same yeah yeah
I'll keep giving loving
Till the day he pushes me away
Never go astray
If he knew the
Things I did he couldn't
Handle it
And I choose 2 keep him
Protected oh
I think about us baby all the time
But you know that I'm gonna need some attention
Yeah, yeah can you dig it
Love you forever baby soul & mind
And you gotta know if
You don't give it I'ma
Get mine
Oh I oh I oh I yeah
Oh I oh I oh I baby
Oh I oh I oh I yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I creep around because I need attention
Don't mess around with my affection
Oh I oh I oh I yeah
The song was over and we had McDonalds and was sitting in the car eating enjoying the silence.
"Jason, is that Josè with a girl ?" he popped up and looked into my direction.
"Word ? He couldn't get any girl. I'm about to call Travis and tell him." I just chuckled and finished my food and cleaned up before going inside the school.
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