Destined

9.

The sun was going down, and the clouds were fading off into stars. After a lot of persuasion from Jayon he had finally gotten me into his car, but he wasn't taking me to where I was originally going.

I texted Amber to tell her I couldn't make it tonight, whatever she was going to get me into would have probably gotten me in trouble anyway. I hoped that if she ended up going anywhere tonight that she herself would stay out of trouble.

But knowing Amber, that was nearly impossible.

I roll the window down to give myself a bit of fresh air. I loved how hard the wind would hit my face when I was traveling at a certain speed. I put my head all the way out of the window for a few seconds before instantly pulling back into the seat. I had clearly forgotten how difficult it was to breathe under that type of condition.

Jayon laughs at me, turning his music up louder. "What is this?" I ask.

"You don't listen to him obviously,"

"So? I still wanna know who he is. I'm trying to show interest." I roll his window back up completely.

"K Camp," he says.

"What does the K stand for?" I grin at the childish name.

"The K is his first name—Kristopher. Camp is the first part of his last name, Campbell. He raps about some real shit. You should listen to some of his songs baby girl, you might like em'."

I ignore the new nick name he's given me. I know he called multiple females the same thing. I started to think about what the other females could look like and who they might've been. What if he had them all in his backseat?

"I'll listen to some of them. Any suggestions?" I ask, trying to erase the negative thoughts I was having.

"Actin up, you definitely need to listen to that one,"

"What is it about?" I ask him suspiciously.

"Listen to it," he says.

We turn a corner and end up at a small corner cafe. The car comes to a stop and I unbuckle my seat belt. "What other song?" I ask him as I get out of the car.

"Marilyn Monroe," he says, following my footsteps. He slams his door and locks them all, showing me a slight smirk.

"And what were you just playing in the car?" I ask.

"1Hunnid with Fetty Wap,"

"Ah, the one with one eye?" I laugh.

He grins, shaking his head. "Don't disrespect him like that."

His hand makes its way to the bottom of my pants, squeezing my butt slightly. I wasn't use to this sort of thing so it made me uncomfortable in a way, but I also enjoyed it because it was him doing it. Still, I wasn't ready for it to become a normal thing for him to do.

"Stop Jayon," I warn him after he continuously tries to grab my butt. I couldn't help but to laugh at him though.

"You like it," he tells me. "That's why you're laughing,"

"No one is laughing," I say, crossing my arms.

He holds the door of the cafe open and waits for me to go in before him with one arm out, guiding me in. "Ladies first," he tells me.

"You are not a gentlemen," I roll my eyes, walking in the cafe.

"You right, but I'll fuck you like one," his voice leaves chills running down my spine. I tried not to lock eyes with him because I didn't want to appear like I was weak in the knees all over again, even though I was. I was hooked on his seductive nature, and he knew it. I was a virgin, but being around him made me feel like I was already getting bent over and split open.

"You like that?" He continues to whispers from behind me. By this point we're standing in a line, and he's making me feel like my entire body has gone cold with his arms wrapped around me. I'd never been touched or talked too like this. It was like he knew which button of mines to press, and I was loving it even though all I could do was stand still in utter silence. 

"I'll go slow with you Dj," he tells me. "I won't rush you into doing anything. You won't have to do a thing for me either. Just let me take care of you." The more he speaks, the less strength I have in my legs. If I was one of those people that fainted under certain circumstances, this would be the perfect situation to faint in.

Something in the back of my mind was telling me that I wanted to share every inch of myself with him, and not even just sexually. I wanted him to know that I valued him just as much as he did me, maybe I wanted to take care of him too.

"Jay..." was the only thing I could get to come out of my mouth. My head was leaning back on his chest and my eyes were close. He started to reach to the front of my neck to trace lines into it. It almost tickled me.

"You so pretty," he tells me. That was one of his favorite things to tell me but I never got tired of it. I grabbed his wandering hand from my neck, intertwining it with mines. "Thank you," I blush.

He lets go of my hand and resumes to holding my waist from the back. I feel a inch of my shirt come up in the front, while his other hand laid against my stomach.

"You need some meat on you," he tells me. "I'm not that skinny," I say, letting him feel around my stomach. "You got curves. I could work with that," he says, putting both of his hands on each of my sides.

"Shut up," I tell him in an attempt to pull my shirt down.

Soon enough we make it to the front of the line. Jayon pays for the both of us, spending about 60 dollars upfront. He tried to hide me from seeing the price because he knew I'd offer to pay for my self, but by the time the waiter printed out our receipt and guided us to a table, I forgot about it. I loved food, and I was loving the thought of having food with him.

Looking at my phone to check the time, I see that I have 3 missed calls from Amber.
I decide to text her to see what was going on, holding on to Jayon's other hand as he followed the waiter.

Hopefully Amber was okay. I assumed she would be, even though she never called me more than once at a time. Usually I would answer her call on the first ring too, but today my time had been being occupied by Jayon. She would understand when I told her about what happened the next time we talked.