Mean

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2 weeks later
Onika Tanya Maraj

"Look at this, compared to this." I was tryna show Bey how much skinnier she was when I first met her till now.

She was looking between the pictures, shaking her head. "But I've always been fine af so what's the deal?" She crossed her arms, staring up at me through MY shades she stole. Asshole.

I sucked my teeth, sitting on her lap and sorting through our senior pictures. "I was just tryna show you something, asshole. Damn. Can't understand shit."

She sucked her teeth. "Man fuck you."

"Don't do that, cause you wanna use these janky ass pictures when you should use the new ones."

"Ok but I don't look that different."

"Your right, but look at this, your neck looks long af in this one." I turned to look at her. She was stale facing me.

I burst out laughing, falling back in her arms and looking up at her. "Come on, laugh a little." I grabbed her face, forcing her to smile.

"Nah, cause that shit ain't funny. My neck ain't even that long, it's just the picture."

"Exactly! Which is why you should use these because they reflect on how you look....now."

She raised an eye brow. "What you tryna say?"

"Well....." I pulled her shirt up, rubbing my hand up and down her body. "This is different...." I slid my hands down to grip her through her basketball shorts. "This is definitely different."

She bit her lip, looking down at my lips. "What's different about it? You liked it the first time didn't you?"

I nodded, biting my lip and rubbing my thumb across the top of her lip. "Yeah....but it grew. That's what's different."

She shrugged. "Hm, never noticed."

"Yeah you did."

"But you noticed first. You know what, if you keep seducing me like this, I'mma get you pregnant, and I can't say that I'll regret that."

I chuckled. "So you wanna get me pregnant?"

She shrugged. "Later.....way later, but I'mma definitely get you pregnant one day."

I chuckled. I've never actually felt this way about anyone before. Relationships have been....the downside in my life, which is why I treat her like I do sometimes, because even though I trust her, there's always still that small ounce of doubt in the back of my mind that maybe she will hurt me. I don't know, maybe I just need to let it go.

"Weirdo. Come on, let's pick out our pictures before your parents get back home." I tried to sit up, but she pulled me back. "What?" I whined.

"I've been meaning to ask you a question, but I keep forgetting."

"Ok, what is it?" I grabbed some of her hair, twirling it around my finger.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but...I never heard you call your parents mom or dad or nothing like that. It's kinda like you don't even like them sometimes. What's up with that?"