IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES Book 2

****Aug just will not rest his skinny bones. He's making me so mad lol. But I love him anyway. I just wish somebody could talk some sense into him.

Anyway, Stacy in the m/m. 

STACY P.O.V. –

“You’re kidding right?”

“No, why would I be joking?” He turned off the car, took the keys out and got out the car.

I was not getting out the car to go on this low budget ass date. It’s my first date with a man ever, and he takes me here? Hell no.

He knocked on my window. I locked the car doors and folded my arms.

“Come on get out na.” He said on the other side of the glass.

“Would you take that little thot you were talking to the other day here?” I turned my head sideways to look at him, my arms still folded.

“Nah, I would take her to Taco Bell. But I didn’t want take you there cause I know you half Latino. Didn’t want to seem racist.”

I was so angry. “Checkers Travis? Really?”

“What? They got good food. And you can get anything you want on me.”

“I am worth more than a fast-food hamburger joint Travis.” I pointed to myself to emphasize what I was saying.

“Listen here sista soulja, you either get out the car or I’m taking ya ass back to the apartment.”

“Take me back then.”

He looked at me for a second, then went inside the restaurant.

Is his ass really going in, when I said I wanted to go home?

I waited in the car for what was probably fifteen minutes, and he never came out. So I got out, out and went inside ready to snap. This fool was sitting down eating.

“I said I was ready to go home.”

“When I get done eating.” He took a big slurp of his milkshake.

He got up, went to the door and locked the car with the clicker than came to sit back down.

“You can join me. It’s plenty.” He waved his hand over the tray to show me all the food he had.

I rolled my eyes and sat down. I stared out the window angrily, while I heard him smack and slurp.

“Can you keep the sound effects?”

He smacked and slurped even louder. And the smell was making me hungry. I looked at what he had. Mozzarella Sticks. Seasoned Fries. Two Burgers. An untouched soda. An two ice cream sundaes.

I reached for the fries. He smacked my hand.

“Don’t hit me.”

“Don’t just be grabbing my food like that. You ask.”

“You just said I can have some.”

“I changed my mind.” He took a fry and ate it.

“Travis can I have some food?”

“You ain’t ask right. You gotta say Big Daddy Trav.”

I laughed, “I am not saying that.”

“Well you won’t eat.” He crunched down on a Mozzarella Stick.

I hurried up and got a fry and ate it.

“You real slick.”

I chuckled.