My First Thug

Chapter FORTYTHREE.

Noami's POV

My alarm went off and I got up and went to do my hygiene things.

When I came out there was a body figure on my bed.

"What the fck!" I said.

When I turned on the lights it was Tray.

"Good morning to you too baby." he said.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I wanted to see you before school starts." he said.

"Could you at least waited until I was dressed?" I asked.

"Now you know, who would I be if I did that." he said.

He picked me up and put me on the bed.

"Tray, I have to get dressed. Plus, Ryan will be here any minute." I said pushing his chest.

"Just relax." he said pulling at my towel that was around me.

"No Tray." I said.

"Relax." he whispered.

He took the towel off me, relieving me body.

"Haven't seen this in a long time." he said looking at me up and down.

"Now that you've seen it could I get dressed now?" I asked.

He started to kiss me up and down. Then went to my girl and licked her. Then came back up and kissed me.

I wrapped my arms and legs around his body and he flipped us so I was on top.

I took off his shirt and kissed his chest then his neck. I started to unbuckle his pants but there was a knock on the door.

I looked at the time and knew it was Ryan at the door.

"Sh*t."

"Go out the window." I said wrapping the towel back around me.

"Oh, hell no." Tray said.

"Tray, please." I said.

"Fine but my car is in the driveway." he said.

"Sh*t sh*t sh*t!" I said.

"Just go open the door and say you was doing something for my mama." I said.

"You want me to lie Noami? I not lying about us. We almost had sex and I'm not lying about it." he said.

"You will, or we won't have sex again." I said.

"Fine." he said walking out.

I ran unto the closet and got dressed.

I put on a pair of highwaisted shorts with a yellow Lakers crop top and my Timberlands with a pair of yellow and black weed socks.

I brushed my hair and put it in a pony tail. I put on mascara and lipgloss. Gold hoops with bracelet.

I grabbed my school bag and phone and left out.

When I went into the living room. Ryan was on the couch and Tray was in the kitchen.

"Okay, I'm ready." I said.

"When you're done with whatever, lock up." I said told Tray

I grabbed Ryan and Tray winked at me and we left. When we got into the car everything was silent.

"Why are you not talking?" I asked.

"What's there to say?" he asked

"I don't know anything."