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Day Valentine

"Hey, hey. Don't go to sleep," he tells me.

I sit up and look over at him, wiped out with heavy eyelids.

He smiles at me and I automatically smile back.

I look out the window and back at him.

"Stop," I sign.

It takes a minute for him to notice.

"What?" He asks.

"I'll get out right here."

He stops.

"Day I'll take you to your house," he says.

I shake my head no.

"I don't care about Shana," he points out.

I shift in the seat and sharp pain makes me scrunch my eyebrows. I grab at my lower back.

Shit.

I hold my hands out.

"Well I care," I sign frustratingly.

He rubs his temples and sighs.

"Let me keep my stubbornness from getting yo ass in trouble," he smiles.

I roll my eyes.

I try to open the door, but he grabs my arm.

"Stop being saucy," he says with a smile.

This guy.

I smile and run my hand forward, under my chin.

"Whatever," I sign with a smile.

I open the car door. It takes all my strength to get out.

Em-fucking-barrasssing.

Busted my ass.

I get up.

I feel my face warm up. The cold air makes the redness worse.

It's never this cold.

I wave awkwardly.

I just continue to play myself.

I hop on the side walk and when I say that shit hurt.... that shit really hurt me.

I hiss out with ever step.

My god.

"Hey!"

I turn around ready to start running.

I don't play that shit. Amir is the one with the steel I'm the one with the hands.

"Your phone."

I sigh.

Shit.

"You fucking scared me," I sign.

I walk back to him and try to snatch my phone away from him. He holds on to it.

"I like the way you walking lil daddy," he says.

My eyes get wide. I yank my phone away from him.

"Text me," he laughs.

I stick my middle finger up at him.

"Already?"

I wave him off.

"Bye," he says.

"Bye," I try, but it barely comes out.

I wave and his smile grows.

Hm?

I watch as he drives down my street, while  walking towards my house.

It's feeling like it's taking so long. I just want to die.

I start thinking about what me and Dimitri just did to get over how my body feels right now.

Wrong.

It just makes me think about how I feel even more.

Was I bad?

Was I good?

He was good. I mean he's alway good.

Woah.

Scratch that, scratch that.

All I know it that I feel like I've been ran over and I don't even think he put it all the way in.

I don't know... I got some nice meat, but his was way fat and a couple inches bigger than me.

I see why Shana was fucking tripping.

Crazy ass bitch.

I stop walking.

The fuck? I'm wildn.

I look up.

I'm at my house already.

I start walking to my door and notice someone sitting in the white chair on my porch.

Amir.

Amir Urkland

I wave at him as he walks down the driveway.

Is he okay?

He looks tired as shit.

I stand up when he gets to the porch.

Took him long enough.

"Hey," I greet.

I try to smile, but it quickly gets stolen away from me.

I notice dark hickies and bite marks all over his neck then clench my jaw.

Him?

I try to breath slowly to calm myself.

He gives me a head nod and walks pass me like everything cool. I follow him into the house.

He goes in the kitchen and I look in while he walks to the fridge.

"Hey, where you been?" Ron asks him.

Ron eyes flash to mine.

"Wassup?" He asks.

I ignore him.

Ron looks at Day.

"Are you okay?" He asks him.

Ron starts laughing.

Day looks at Ron and nods while grabbing a bottle of water.

"Shit nigga, look at your neck. My boy!"

"Chill out," I shove him.

He glares up at me from the table, then turns back to Day.

"You sure?" He asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes," Day answers.

Mmhmm.

Wait what?

It infuriates me.

I point at Day.

"What the fuck?" I ask.

He must be doing a lot of talking. Ron didn't even say shit about it.

"Oh okay," I nod.

He walks pass me again.

I follow him. He starts to climb stairs.  I try to too. He turns around and puts his hand out to me

"Go," I tell him.

He shakes his head.

He doesn't want me to.

"Why?" I ask.

We need to talk.

"Cause I said so," he signs.

He turns around. I trail behind him still.

"Day I just wanna talk about some shit."

He stops at his door and turns around.

"And I just wanna take a shower my nigga," he signs.

"Do you even care?"

"I did until I realized that you never had my back fully," he signs.

That's not it.

"Lie," I tell him.

"No, cause if I was yo nigga like I thought I was, you wouldn't of came at me like you did for no reason," he signs.

"That shit wasn't for no reason," I tell him.

"I swear shit is stupid with you. Fuck you Amir," he signs.

"Were you and Mr. Marcello doing some wild shit in this room?"

He looks in the air and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Get out before you catch this fade," he points down the stairs.

He grabs his door and tries to close it, but I stop it with my foot.

I look around and look back at Day. I open the door, slide into his room, and close the door behind me.

"Are you fucking Mr. Marcello?" I ask with a bullshit smile as I hold my hands out to him.

Day kicks his slides off and walks over to his dresser, ignoring me in the process.

I walk over to him.

"Are you fucking that nigga," I get aggressive.

He slams his dresser closed and starts signing fast as a bitch.

"Amir... yes Amir. Are you happy now?"

That's where he was all damn day.

"That's fucking horrible," I shake my head and laugh to myself.

How old is he... like thirty?

I scratch my head and put my hands in pocket.

"Cool," I tell him and turn around.

There goes my first and only love.

Yo. Hi. *cries* I'm watching The New Edition story, shit lit as fuck. How are you guys doing? Please vote and comment.  Dimitri? Day? Amir?

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