He finally asked for my number just like that, OUT OF THE FUCKING BLUE! The guy I've had a crush on for how long. 

Imaani Cyrus has always been more reserved always on her phone unless she's at work. She barely has friends cus she's had to move most of her life not used to staying in one place till the became an adult moved to New York City and got a job and her own place.
Imaani's life has always had its ups and downs or as she likes to call it Alot of excess bullshit.
One text can really change alot of things for good or Bad. In Imaani's case WHO KNOWS?!.

Can I Have Your Number

"He hated me and he never failed to let me know it," Jax said. 


I had finally let Jax into my room so we could talk, on the second day. It's almost midnight and I can't sleep. It's not like I'm leaving this place anytime soon, might as well hear what he wants to say. Besides he tried his best with keeping his distance, except for the numerous "I'm sorry" text messages, the only time I see him is when I'm getting food, which he cooks. 


So I decided to send a him text message telling him I was ready to talk. 


"He hit you didn't he?" my heart breaks for him and I know I've not heard half of it 


"Hit me?" he chuckles sadly "I wish that was all he did" 


"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, okay? I understand" I placed my hands on his knees 


"No. I want to. I need to, besides I owe you this, you deserve an explanation Imaani. A full one. 


His past