Stepping off the elevator and scrolling through my own floor, I couldn't help but think back to Ray.
I still can't believe he thanked me. Well technically, he did it twice, but do I really count the first one since he didn't know it was me at the time?
Fuck it, I'm evil like that. Hell yeah, I count that shit.
That handshake might've been three seconds, but it felt longer than that, especially when his handsome face was staring back at me, a smile and all.
I let out a sigh of happiness while I held the hand he shook closer to my heart like the fangirls do when their favorite singer or rapper touch thekr hands at them concerts.
Fuck, I'm pathetic. I wasn't even gushing this goddamn hard when I lost my v-card, yet I'm over here blushing over some ass I hadn't even hit yet or probably won't ever hit anywhere but in my dreams and fantasies.
Going back to the male voice on the phone, however, I couldn't help but wonder who this "Jamie" dude was and also was it strange that the little piece of voice I heard from him sounded familiar to me, too? I felt like I've heard it somewhere more than once, but I wasn't quite sure where.
Finally, I was standing in front of my room door, labeled "E7". From the outside, I heard muffled music and what appeared to be muffled voices, but it was ambiguous to me on what was said.
I figured my roommate was in there probably watching TV on surround sound or some shit and getting high with one of his many homies again, or he was just doing it solo, since that's how he wakes up in the morning, anyway.
I doubt he would be tutoring this early, let alone fucking somebody, especially after last night. I know my man's exhausted. He had to play the drums on the field last night with the college band during my football game then turn around and tutor for the fifth night in a row.
I don't see how the fuck he did it. I can believe he's even up right now.
Not wanting to disturb his or their "peace" by knocking on the door as if I was the police like my irresponsible ass did the last the time when I forgot my key, I was fortunate and responsible enough to have it this time, but I did leave my phone like some idiot.
I couldn't win for losing. Shaking my head, I started feeling on my pockets until I found my key.
Bringing it up to the keyhole, I unlocked it with a swiftness. Then, I brought my hand up, connected it with the doorknob, and twisted it until it came open.
And let's just say... I should've never done that.
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As soon as I pushed the door open, my ears was hit with the classic tune of Tupac's "I Get Around", and my eyes were instantly hit with the front view sight of my roommate and best friend, Keri Waltkins, naked, on all fours, gripping the edge of the bed, moaning, bouncing forward, throwing it backwards, taking it like a champ, and looking back at his giver, the nigga who he told me he had been tutoring and smoking weed with from time to time, James Smith.
