You Promise?

CHAPTER SEVEN

AMIYAH SAMUELS

a week later.....

We haven't talked about it.

Haven't even spoken a word about it matter of fact.

He's just walking around like everything's normal.

It's not normal. Right?

I mean maybe that's what he and his friends do, but I don't do shit like that. I don't just let anyone touch these luscious soft lips of mine. You gotta be a special type of guy....or gal wink wink.

So since he won't bring it up, we've just been carrying on with out lives as usual. I've been balancing my two jobs, school, excessive homework, and selfish ass nigga who is deciding to play with me heart.

On a good note though, I'm getting my nipples pierced today because why the fuck not? Also I'm bored but whatever.

Darious's lame ass is coming with me to support, but I know he just wanna see these globes on my chest. Fuck nigga.

"C'mon D before we be late now." I huff, fixing my freshly done box braids that D so gracefully paid for.

"I'm coming." he calls back, walking out from my bedroom is the most whorish outfit possible. I know he lyin.

This man has on a grey nike tech with matching grey sweats and some white air max's. Where he going because he can't be going anywhere with me looking like that?

Can we get a little commotion for the print though....

Not the point.

"Darious." I say, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Hm?" he hums, grabbing his wallet and phone to put in his pocket while paying me no mind.

"Why are you dressed like a whore?"

Darious huffs out a laugh before looking at me incredulously. "What?"

"You heard me. Where are you going dressed like a slut?" I question, furrowing my brows as I continue to look over his outfit.

"What do you mean, mama? I'm going to the shop with you. Ain't nobody dressed like a slut."

"Oh really? Who you tryna impress D, somebody there you know?"

Why am I all down this man throat like this?

Probably because he was all down yours the other day...

Anyways.

"You okay, Mya?"

I roll my eyes and just grab my keys. "Let's just go before I say fuck it and stay home." I mumble, walking out the door without waiting for him.

Damn. Am I about to start my period or sum?

"You want me to drive?" D asks, quickly catching up to me.

"Nah. I got it." I dismiss, hopping in my car and waiting patiently for him to get in as well.

The drive to the tattoo shop is about thirty minutes, and you know black people never on time for real so we gotta get a move on.

"Are you seriously up here pouting about my outfit or is something else bothering you?" Darious breaks the silence as I pull out of my apartment complex.

Something else.

"I'm not mad." I shrug, keeping my eyes on the road even though I know he's staring at me intensely.

All of sudden I feel his hand slide to my thigh to give it a firm squeeze, and I internally let out a deep sigh.

"Pull the car over Amiyah."