Black Butterfly

More Than I Could Handle

Authors Note: Second update today...who knows might just be more coming. I hope you like this chapter, I tried something different. I put a pic of Eddy so you can see him. Just imagine him shorter.

The look Irish gave pulled on my heart stings. I know I'm being a bit dramatic but his eyes gave away so many emotions in that instant that I almost crumbled. I watched as he turned and walked away to a glaring Jasmine. Her glare was so hard and evil I flinched and felt a slight sting on my face. She quickly changed her facial expression when Irish came into her line of vision. Whatever they were talking about  made her smile and touch his arm. I felt an even greater sting and a terrible curl in my belly. My eyes glaze over in envy and hate. I was ready to attack my best friend. I hand on my chin brought me out of my daze and into the brown eyes of my ex love.

He smiled down at me and it took everything in me not to melt on the spot. Instead I put my energy to glare at him. He was leaning in to kiss me until I snatched my chin out of his fingers and turned my head so his lips would land on my cheek. When he pulled back, I pushed him to indicate that I wanted some pace. He complied with my wishes but kept his hands on my hips. I removed his hands and fixed him with another glare,"how dare you put your filthy lips on me. Better yet how dare you put your hands on me. I didn't answer your call because I didn't want to, and as you can clearly see I'm busy." By now my hands was on my hips and I was itching to smack him upside his head. He smiled and bit his lip,"you're cute when you're mad. You told me you would text me but I got no text and I got no call. Naturally I was worried because you always text and or call me so I went looking for you. And a little birdy told me that he seen you hugged up with some white guy at the skating rink. I didn't believe it because you of all people should know how jealous I am,but when I walked in and I seen exactly what they say you were doing I had to come and make myself known."

If you could have seen my face you would have probably laughed. It was a cross between a gaping fish and an angry puppy. My eyes was beyond popping out their sockets and my chest heaved from repressed anger. The itch I had was relieved when I seen my hand go across his face,"you lost all right to even think about claiming me when YOU left me. Please don't mistake my kindness for an invitation to try and check who I have in my life. So what if I was hugged up on some white boy, you have no say in what I do with my body. The next time you feel like making yourself known, please refrain from doing so." With that said I stomped off for the exit leaving a stun Jasmine and Irish to try to catch up.

I walked up to Irish car still fuming and mumbling to myself about the idiot I call an ex. I felt a hand on my shoulder and my reflex kicked in. I swung my arm around and hit whoever in the wherever. It wasn't until I heard a girly moan and a threat on my life did I figure out it was Jas. She was slouched over in pain with a deadly and painful look on her face. Before she could say anything I was down helping her to her feet and begging for her forgiveness. She brushed me off her and stood up giving me a glare then her eyes soften. She opened up her arms and I rushed towards them ready to cry my eyes out. But instead of tears falling like I expected them to I was trapped in a sea of green that filled my body with so much warmth that my breathing staggered.

He was there staring at me like he understood. In that one moment where our eyes connected, I felt more safe and at home then I did in Jasmine's arms. The emotions that were running through my body were so intense that I had to look away. For both my health and sanity I closed my eyes and enjoyed the comfort my best friend was giving me. When he walked up to the car I pulled away and tried to compose myself. I looked at both of them and smiled,"I owe him a milkshake and I know you can't turn one down so let's just go." I got into the passenger side of the car and buckled up; leaving no room for arguments.