"What are you doing here?" I asked, turning my lip up.
"I had to bring my little cousin to school like I do every morning and pick him up almost every afternoon. But that's barely ya business. I just noticed ya car and thought I'd tell you good morning." He said smartly.
I rolled my eyes. "You're such an asshole." I commented before walking around him and heading to my car.
"Aw, damn. That hurts?" He said with a chuckle then he smacked his lips. "Don't tell me you're really sensitive like that? You can't be serious."
"Fuck off." I said before rolling my eyes again and slamming the car door shut. He came around to the driver's side and looked in on me.
"Come on, let me make up to you. I'll buy you breakfast." He said with that damn smile again as if he was just expecting me to say yes. I considered it, long and hard. What is it about this damn man? I wondered as I found myself nodding. "Cool, so I'll follow you to your house and you can ride with me."
Before I could object, he got up and headed back to his car. He wasn't slick with that shit.
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Roman
I watched Taylor pick at her pancakes for a while before I started to get curious as to what was on her mind. This was new for me because no matter how pretty, thick, or confused a bitch looked I could care less about what was on her mind unless she was giving me head. But somehow, this one bitch in particular had something different going on up there. I tried to do research on her and found nothing, I even tried asking around about her but the name or description didn't ring any bells. So now I had to find out what I wanted to know directly from her. Now, that wouldn't be a problem if she didn't piss me off the way she did with that smart ass mouth of hers, but I ignored it. For now.
"What's up?" I finally asked after probably staring her down for a while.
She stuck her fork in her mouth and looked out the window, causing me to remotely lick my lips just because she looked good doing it. It was something natural about her that was just fine as hell. No makeup, wasn't even thick, she was just... her. And you don't find that in a lot of people. She ignored my question, she was too busy looking out the window, day dreaming, and I was too busy looking at her.
Suddenly, my phone made a noise notifying me of a message. That threw us both out of our little trances. I picked my phone up and looked down at it, meanwhile she started to eat again. It was Wyn. He could wait.
"What's on your mind?" I asked, reforming my first question since she didn't quite catch it.
"Nothing." She lied.
I chuckled before licking my lips again. One thing I grew to hate was liars. "Don't be a lying ass snake, it shouldn't be hard...", I stopped to relax myself, "I'm sorry... look, I can tell it's something on your mind. Just speak on it, ma. It's not that hard." I said calmly, looking at her then to the napkin. I knew my anger had been getting out of control, that's why I've been staying away from family. Those five years... they had no idea.
She held a straight face for a while before breaking into a nervous smile and looking down. I was confused as hell as she nodded her head and licked her lips. "Okay. You wanna know what's on my mind?" she asked.
I felt like something smart was coming.
"I wanna know about you. Like it's something weird.. about you. I can't see through you like I can with others. Not on any romantic- okay, look, I major in psychology in college, right? And they teach us how to study people, and you're just..." She trailed off, causing me to smile. She had just said exactly what I was thinking, and feeling, about her.
I scratched my goatee and nodded. "What do you want to know?" I asked.
"Your background. Where are you from? How old are you? Why are you named Roman? Do you have siblings? What do you do for a living? What's your favorite color?" She asked throwing question after question.
"What are you? The feds?" I asked jokingly, but not jokingly.
"Why are you so mean and grumpy? What's ya attitude problem?" She threw two more at me. I sighed, licking my lips again. I leaned forward and looked at her. Okay fine, I'll share this shit with one bitch. She ain't nobody important anyway.
"I'm from Atlanta, Georgia, well I was born there. When I was like four or five, me and my, little sister, and her husband moved here to South Carolina... to get away." I said with a shrug.
"From what?" She asked, looking intrigued as she showed interest in my life. I don't know why that tugged at my heart.
"My dad. Anyway, two years after that my mom's husband passed away and shit. It was crazy for her so we moved back to Georgia, by then I was like six or seven, didn't have a lot of friends yet or anything. When we got back there, my mom got back with my dad as a rebound I guess and we lived there until the end of high school for me. So, I was 18 not planning on college, nothing. My little sister was 17 and planning on going into fashion-"
"Oh, that sounds like my friend Lyah." She said with a chuckle. Her name made me cringe but I ignored it and continued my story.
"Anyway... my dad got me into his little 'line of work' and we moved back here. I've been working for him ever since, sometimes doing little side jobs here or there." I told her before trying to remember her other questions. "I'm 25, my favorite color is... black? The fuck, no siblings."
"But you said you had a sister, right?" She said. I looked down at my hands.
"She's dead." I told her. Her eyes got wide then she relaxed.
"I'm sorry to hear that." She said. I shrugged it off.
"It's cool, just eat ya food. I'm not paying for a full plate not to get eaten." I told her. She smiled, giggled, then started eating again.
I put my hand over my face. What am I getting myself into with this girl?
