The Promises He Made

^Chapter 20^

"Wake up, babe." I heard Hakeem say softly as he shook me awake, then pecked my lips quickly.

My eyes fluttered open and I sat up to stretch. He smiled at me brightly. I just glared at him. I looked at the time and it read 8:13. I was pissed. Why the hell he wake me so early. And on break?! He knows I'm not a morning person. Yet, he insists on waking me up. I sigh and throw the covers off of me. I walked upstairs and into my bathroom and did my daily hygiene treatment. I put on a nice simple outfit before heading back to Hakeem. When I walked back downstairs I noticed Tamia and Trey were gone.

"Where Tamia nem at?" My accent came out. Damnit. I'm not ashamed of my accent at all. But when people find out you from New Orleans they always want you to say somethin. Say this. Say that. Say baby. BITCH!!!! NO!! It's annoying as fuuvk! And plus I'm tryna get used to it out here. They don't really use too much slang. So a lot people be lookin like I'm speaking Martian or sum.

"They left to her house last night. After you fell asleep." He said looking at the tv. "Oh." I said going to sit by him.

That's when I realized something. I smacked him in his chest and he groaned.

"Shvt! Why you hit me?!" He rubs the spot I hit him in. "That's for wakin me up for no god damn reason!" I point at him. He sucks his teeth.

"I ain't wake you up for no reason. We got a long day. Shvt. Tryna be generous and shvt and you gon smack the shvt out of me. Aight I gotchu." He mugs.

"Long day? Says who?" I ask smartly. "Me!" He states.

"Nigga who is you?! You ain't nobody." I tease/laugh. He sucks his teeth and smacks me on my thigh. "Ow! Big Head!" I mush his head playfully.

"You tryna fight, again?" He asks standing in front of me. Before I could answer to tell him, hell nah, he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. I screech and He headed upstairs to my room.

"No! No! Okay you win!" I say laughing before he can do anything. He threw me on my bed and sat beside me.

"Yeah that's what I thought." He laughs while pulling his shoes from under my bed and putting them on.

"Shut up!" I smack him in his back. He glared back at me and before I knew it he tackled me. I screeched and wrapped my legs around him.

"You gon quit hittin me, little girl!" He demands jokingly. Who he callin lil?

"Or what?" I challenge.

He smirks before placing his lips on mine. I kissed back gradually and he quickly deepens the kiss. Our tongues wrestled for a few minutes and I felt him slide his hand between my thighs. He began to massage my 'friend' slowly through my jeans. Again. I moaned softly against his lips. He kept going and going and going and I soon felt I was reaching my climax. I gripped the back of his head as I felt myself nearing. Just as I was bout to cum he stopped. He pulled away smirking before pecking my lips once more and climbing off the bed.

"Wait. What are you doing?" I ask clearly irritated. "I told you I gotchu." He says smirking at me, referring to what he said earlier. Then he walks out the room.

"I hate his ass!" I whisper yell to myself. "What'd you say?" Hakeem pushes the door back open and peeks his head in.

"N-nothin. I ain't say nun." I lie scratching my head. "Uh huh. Come on we gotta get going." He pulls me up.

"Where we goin?" I drag my feet behind him. "Be patient! Damn." He laughs.

"Don't be yellin at me!" I laugh with him. "Shut up." He jokes.

I got everything I needed or thought I would need before exiting the house and going to Hakeem's car. I got in the passenger seat and waited for Hakeem to come out. He said he had to grab something from the room. He came out soon with a bag in his hand and locked the door behind him. I waited patiently for him to pull off. As soon as he started the car my song was on. 'Return of The Mack, by Mark Morrison.'