Thug Luv Pt. 1: Beginnings

Temptation

A thud came from the hallway, distracting me from the Jet mag I was reading. I looked up to see Ceaz on his walker and hobbling into the living room to where I sat on the couch. Shonda told me wrong, he was a hot mess.

"What are you doing now?" I asked, setting the book aside a little annoyed. This was the third time he'd come out his room for something even after I told him I was there to get whatever he needed.

"I'm hungry."

"Ceaz, go lay back down! Whatchu want to eat? I told you I'd get it for you, you're supposed to be resting," I said getting up from the couch and gently pushing him back to his room. When I got him in there he almost stumbled trying to sit.

"I can get it myself," he said trying to ease himself onto the bed. I rushed to his side to help but he tried to push me off.

I stepped back away from the bed, my hands on my hips. "Why won't you let me help?"

"I don't want help!"

"But you need help. You can barely move around even with your walker, your ass about fell tryna come up the hall." I argued.

He threw up his hands and covered himself up. "Fine."

I sat on the side on the bed. "Look, I know you mad about what happened, hell I'd be too. But don't take it out on me when I'm only trying to take care of you."

"You're right, Kyra, and I'm sorry...Could you go get me a Pop Tart and a grape soda?"

I busted out laughing, "That's all you want?"

"Yeah, what's funny?" Ceaz asked looking me over.

"Nothing! I just figured you wanted something more filling like a sandwich," I chuckled, "I'll go get it."

I got up and headed to the kitchen. "They in the top cabinet next to the fridge!" Ceaz yelled from his room.

Of course they are...

I stood there and looked up at the cabinet. It was gonna take me climbing up on the stove to get to it so I threw my leg over and pulled myself up. When I opened the cabinet door I saw the strawberry Poptarts on the very top shelf, rolling my eyes at how high up they were I stretched out my arm.

"Now who the hell put these things up here like this?" I mumbled to myself, my little arms were too short so all I could do was touch the box with my fingertips.

I grunted and reached some more but found myself toppling backwards and crashing back first onto the linoleum floor. "Fuck!"

"Hey Kyra you ah'ight?" Ceaz hollered from his room.

"I'm good!" I lied rubbing at my aching back as I struggled to my feet and started to look for something to knock the snacks down with. A broom was leaning against the side of the fridge so I grabbed that and got to work. While I was doing that my phone buzzed so I eased it from my pocket, missed call from Scott.

I pressed the callback option and waited for him to pick up but got somewhat of a surprise on the other end.

"Yes?" It was a woman's voice.

"Hey's Scott around? I missed his call."

"Oh, you're the cheating ex he was talking about," she scoffed from the other line.

"Cheating?"

She chuckled, "Yeah! Scott told me all about your shacking up with some rando you met in a restaurant. He was so upset...But you don't have to worry, I'm taking care of him now."

"Who even are you?" I asked balancing the phone on my shoulder while I pushed the box down with the broomstick.

"It's Beulah. I'm a valet here at ECW and I've been fucking Scott while you play house with your new boyfriend," she said smugly.

"Oh. I've heard about you. Scott was probably the only wrestler you hadn't fucked, congrats on finally banging the whole roster," I said, tearing the plastic and placing the tarts in the toaster.

She laughed at that, "Like you could never, Kyra. Scott's my man now and he treats me better than he ever did you."

"It won't last. Have fun with the ass-beatings and gonorrhea down the line though," I said nonchalantly.

"Huh?"

"Huh?!" I mocked her before hanging up. I didn't know if Scott actually had the STD. I'd just heard it around the locker room, one of the reasons I wouldn't let him fuck. What I did know about was the ass-beating part, and if Beulah stuck around long enough she was sure to get that.

After the Poptarts were done I put em on a plate before fixing Ceaz's glass of soda to take back to him.

"Here you go."

"Thanks, Kyra. Did you hurt yourself in there?" Ceaz asked me as he started to eat.

"Nah not too much," I lied sitting in the chair next to his bed.

"You looking nice today," he said taking a sip of drink.

"Thank you."

"You welcome. I like it when you dress like that," Ceaz said.

"Like what?"

"Tomboyish. Dressing like your mans and shit, those his clothes?"

I had on Darryn's Sox hat, his chain, one of his t-shirts and a pair of my own baggy jeans with white Air Forces.

"Yeaah they're his. Makes me feel close to him when we're not together."

Ceaz finished up his snack, "That's rare."

"It's been days. He's been upset since what happened to Monte. Won't talk at all, I mean, it's like he's gone mute."

"He'll come around."

"So wassup with you and Shonda? You gonna make it official with her or what?" I asked crossing my legs.

Ceaz shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know yet."

"How come?"

"'Cause I still want you, girl, duh!" he said pushing at my knee. "Us spending time together now might spark something up."

I looked away from him. "Nothing is gonna come out of this besides friendship."

"Yeah yeah I guess..I'm sorry, Kyra. I just feel for you and I wanna be the one who makes you happy," Ceaz admitted.

"How can you feel anything? You don't even know me."

"But Darryn knows you huh, yeah, ah'ight," Ceaz nodded.

"We're still getting to know each other. I'm not gonna pretend he knows everything but he knows more than you," I said.

"That's because you won't let me get to know you. Since you moved in you two been joined at the hip, wouldn't even give me the time of day.."

I directed my attention to the TV and away from Ceaz.

"See."

"I'm sorry, Ceaz. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings," I said turning back to him.

He didn't say anything back, just sat his plate and glass on the side table and continued to watch the program that was on.

"Hey. I said I'm sorry," I said, leaning closer and laying my hand on his. "I shouldn't have been such a bitch to you all this time."

"It's okay," he finally said, cracking me a smile. I smiled back at him.

Why does he hafta be so fine?!

I didn't even realize I leaned closer to him, not until he had my chin in his hand. Pulling away didn't even cross my mind because I was too busy staring at how beautiful he was. Before I could say no Ceaz pulled me in by my chin and pressed our lips together. We stayed like that for a minute until I felt myself give away and slide my tongue past his lips.

The kissing intensified but right when I felt his hand go for the button on my jeans I pulled away and stood up, turning my back to him and wiping my mouth.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, worried.

"No you didn't do anything wrong. I did."

I quickly left the bedroom and shut the door, leaning up against it.

What the fuck did I just do?!