Saturday
So it was Saturday and also the first time I would be tutoring DeAndre. I did end up texting him and we agreed that we would meet at my house. There was no way in hell that I would be alone in his house with him. I may be agreeing to help him, but I still don't trust that nigga.
He would be here at 12:00 and it was 11:30 now. Tyrie was at work now, but he would be off in a couple hours. He asked, no stated that he would be here before we finished at 3:00. Tyrie came right out and said that he doesn't trust DeAndre alone with me for too long. I had to agree with him on that.
I looked around the living room where we would be studying and sigh in frustration. Oliver had his friends over yesterday. They all left before picking up after themselves.
"Grown ass niggas can't even put they dishes in the sink. It's like twenty feet away."I grumbled.
Finally, after putting the dishes in the sink, cleaning the table, picking up chip bags and soda cans, and sweeping. I was finished with the living room. I took a seat on the couch to rest my feet a bit.
"My back hurts like a bitch." I sighed and cracked my back.
I meant to only rest for five minutes, but five turned into fifteen. Now I only had five minutes before the jackass would be here. I rushed upstairs to make sure I was presentable. Don't get me wrong. DeAndre is an ain't shit ass nigga, but company is company. I try to always present my best or most decent self. I was barely finished with applying another layer of lip gloss when the doorbell rang.
Unsurprisingly, he stood on my porch with a dumbass smirk on his dumbass face. My eyes traced his outfit one time. He had on a Nike cap that matched his slides, plain white T-shirt, and some gym shorts.
"You done checking a nigga out now?"
"I wasn't checking you out. I was just starring at your ashy knees." I said blinking with a blank look. I probably looked like I had bitch face, but on the inside I was rolling. His knees were ashy as fuck for real. How he gone think somebody looking at him, with his knees looking like cocaine? Lol he tried it.
The best part of it was the look on his face afterward. Side note though, if you want to stop a conversation with irrelevant people just point out something about there appearance that isn't . . .right. It doesn't have to be offensive. It just has to cause them to stop talking and worry about themselves. For example, ashy knees, chapped lips, dry hands. Just something simple and harmful. Make sure you say it straight faced though or it won't work. I know it isn't the nicest thing ever but I never said to say hurtful things to people unprovoked.
Twenty minutes have gone by and DeAndre is getting on my past nerve. He would not focus on the work no matter how many times I told him to. He keeps checking his phone or he'll just sit there looking at the question. Like nigga, the question ain't gone answer itself. I'm really getting tired of him.
"Aye can you get me some juice or something?"
I whipped my head around so fast that I hurt my neck. That was my last nerve.
"WHAT?"
He looked up from his phone for the first time in a while. Raising his eyebrows he repeated himself.
"I said can you get me something to drink. Damn you can't hear?"
I took a deep breath and counted to ten. After deciding that he isn't worth going to jail over I spoke slowly and in a calm manner.
"Bitch I heard what you said. I'm just trying to figure out how you think I'm going to do anything for you. You haven't done any work that I give you, you don't even try to listen when I'm explaining something, and this is my house so why should I serve you. Now if you want some water there's a corner store down the street. They sell bottles for two dollars. Please let the door hit you on the way out."
When he didn't move or speak I decided that it was time for us to wrap up on this tutoring session. I've had enough calculus for one day.
I stood up and bent over to get my books up. "Wait ma, hold up."
I raised my arched brow at him. "What now?"
He sighed and pulled his shorts up.
"My bad for not paying attention or doing the work. I didn't mean to make you mad though. My pride is just a little hurt that I can't pass this class without get help from the lame girl- I mean from you."
I heard his slip up but chose to ignore it. Now isn't the time to correct him on being an ass hole.
"Yea, but like I was saying my bad about all that. Also about pushing you that one time."
I crossed my arms shifting my weight to my left leg. I pursed my lips at him and rolled my eyes. I still didn't get an apology.
"Say your sorry."
He obviously wasn't expecting that from me, but he needed to apologise if he wanted to pass the year.
"What you mean. I did apologize."
"No you said it was your bad. Not that you were sorry. Saying my bad is just admitting that you were wrong or at fault. Saying that your sorry is apologizing for what you did that was wrong, or for what you did to be at fault. You admitted your mistake now you should say your sorry for it."
I told him that I was the petty champ.
He kissed his teeth and shook his head. He mumbled something to himself, but spoke again.
"Mane, I'm sorry that I was acting rude or whatever before. I'm sorry for pushing you that day in the hall. I'm sorry that I called you a bitch in class. Will you please just help me pass this fucking class, so I can graduate?"
That was a pretty good apology for everything. I guess I'm done being petty.
DeAndre-0
Petty champ-2
"Okay so go to page 275 and . . ."
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"Okay after you get that answer you simplify it to get-"
"6?"
"Yes DeAndre, oh my gosh, you got another one right. That's seven in a row. I'm starting to think you don't even need me."
A smile broke out on his face. His perfect teeth were on display. It's wierd because I don't hate his company as much now. We've seem to come to an understanding.
"There is one more Saturday before the exam. If we really work hard next time I think you'll do great. Hell with the work you did today you might be looking at a high D to low C on the exam. It all depends on how hard you work- oh my! Put me down!"
I was laughing at how DeAndre kept swinging me around in his arms. He better put me down before I break his skinny little arms.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you. I might get a C all because of you. I need to call my mama and tell her. Forget that I just said that. You didn't hear that."
"Your welcome DeAndre and I hope you Mommy is proud of her baby boy." I spoke in a baby voice and punched his light pink cheeks.
He finally put me down but didn't let go of me as quick. He groaned at my annoying assault on his blushing face.
"Man stop that shit. I'm not a baby. I'm a grown ass man."
"Yea wel-"
Heavy footsteps cut me off. Tyrie stood there still in his work uniform. I had given him my extra house key to use for today. Great that he walked in on this though.
He was mean mugging the both of us, mostly DeAndre. I saw his eyes repeatedly shift between the gap that DeAndre and I had.
Finally, I noticed how little space we had between us at the moment. Clearing my throat, I back away from him and went to greet my boyfriend.
He didn't look at me at first. He kept his eyes solely on DeAndre until I was standing right in front of him. He was tense and had his shoulder squared. He looked like he wanted to jump on him, but I couldn't let that happen.
My mom would kill me if they wrecked the living room.
I used my hand to turn his head to face me. I leaned up to kiss him hard on the mouth. I mean lip biting, neck grabbing, tongue, and everything. He let me dominate the kiss at first from shock, but soon took control. He kissed me back sloppy and rough. It was different from our other kisses. He acted like he had something to prove. Tyrie had this primal thing going on. To be honest, I was here for it.
Like yes daddy, show the other men who I belong to. He pulled back and slapped me on the ass before looking at DeAndre like we didn't just basically fuck each other's mouths. I for real forgot he was still here. I thought he would have left by now.
Ty stuck his hand out at him for a handshake. The same hand that he smacked my butt with. He had that smirk on his face that made my panties moist.
"Wassup bruh I'm Tyrie, but you can call me Jones. I'm Tae's man, bae, boo, baby, and best friend. She also calls me Daddy, but you can't call me that."
I shook my head that was in his neck. I choked back the laughter at his foolishness. He plays entirely too much.
"Uh Shant'A I'm gonna gone ahead and leave. See you at school. I guess it was nice to officially meet you Ty-"
"Yea yea you too. See you later Dimitri.", Ty dusted off his hands after slamming the door in the poor boy's face.
After I was sure he was gone I starting crying laughing. My baby so petty just like me.
I stopped immediately when I saw Ty's face. With furrowed brows, he just stood there. He looked me up and down, spending a good amount of time on my thighs. When he looked back up, his hazel eyes were a dark brown and his pupils are bigger. He seemed angry, prideful, and aroused at the same time. He was staring at me like I was the last piece of chicken that was at the Sunday dinner.
He walked up close to me. His hands grabbed my sides of my ass squeezing them before his right hand came down hard on my left ass cheek.
Ow much
"Why you got these tight ass pants on around this nigga? He don't need to know what your ass looks like. Nobody but me and God should now what your beautiful body is shaped like." His hand was rubbing my butt the whole time. It was leaving me very distracted.
I opened my mouth to respond. He beat me to it though.
"Nevermind all that. Go upstairs, and when I get up there I expect to see you naked from the waist down with your legs wide open for Daddy. Now hurry up we only got two hours before Oliver gets home."
I felt a tiny spec of offense at his tone, but I mostly found it sexy. This demanding side of him was growing on me. I walked up the stairs moving my hips a little more than usual. I wanted to give him a view of his meal.
I quickly looked back in case he was still there. The spot he was standing in was empty. I was confused even more when I heard my fridge door open and close.
What the hell is he doing to me?
So that was the update you all have been begging for. I was working on it the whole time. It just took me a while to finish it.
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