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Character Update: Jazelle & Javier


The First Date

Me and Javier’s first date was crazy. I mean everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. It was probably three or four weeks after he bum-rushed me in the elevator and practically forced me to say yes to his date, that I actually got the nerve to do it.

Instead of taking me to a restaurant like a normal person would do on the first date, he took me to his mother and fathers house. Like seriously, who does that? I was aggravated for a couple of reasons. One being that, because I didn’t know that he was bringing me here, I was dressed in a low cut, high rise, skin hugging fuck me dress. It exposed all of my goodies. I’m going to be honest; I wore it because it had been a while since I had laid with anyone and your girl was a horny toad. I was expecting to give it up after dinner but, I guess that was out of the question now.

Second reason being, Javier was a mystery to me. Not to mention, I had never dated outside of my race before. I needed time alone with him so that I could see if I even liked him, now I was thrown into a situation where I was sure that I was going to be the only black person in the room. That was an uncomfortable situation in itself. Them being his parents made it worse. So now I was sitting in the passenger seat of Javier’s car with my arms crossed over my chest and an obvious attitude.

“Come on girl. It’s just my parents. You’re acting like I’m taking you to eat with El Chapo or somebody. Chill out. My parents are cool, and you’ll be fine.”

“I’m just saying, this is our first date. I thought that we would be alone. And you could have told me before we left my house where we were going, and I would have dressed a little less provocative.”

“I like what you got on baby. You look good as hell to me.” He responded eyeing me up and down and licking his lips. I almost got lost in his mesmerizing eyes until---


“What the hell was that?!”

“I don’t know.” He said as he stopped the car and hopped out. “Shit! It’s a fucking dog.”

I jumped out of the car and walked to the front of it to see for myself. So now not only was I upset, but now I was bent over in the middle of a residential street, ass out, checking on a damn dog.

“Oh my God Javier, I think it’s dead.” I whispered as I moved to touch the dog.

Before my hand connected to the animal, it hopped up and ran off so suddenly that it caused me to fall back on to the ground.

“Well, I guess it ain’t dead.” Javier laughed as he attempted to help me up off of the concrete that was still hot to the touch from the Texas heat.<