The Hate and Love Game

Game #28

This chapter may get a little weird, but it's a funny weird.

CHRESANTO POV

"Come on baby, I know it's the middle of the school year but you know we need a little vacation away from Los Angeles." I said watching Gabriella stuff some pickles in her mouth. I was trying to convince her to take a two week vacation to Atlanta with me but Gabriella being Gabriella, she was trying to find her way out of it. "You ever wondered why so many celebrities live here? Or why Cali is the number one state in the USA where everyone goes for vacation?" She questioned me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Do you even know that for a fact?" I shot back at her. "No, but that's not the point. The point is, I've got everything I need right here in LA." I smacked my teeth and ran up to her wrapping my arms around her thighs. "Please? Please come with me? I want you to take a break from this place with me! It's been like five years since I went somewhere." I begged her. My little lady was so hard to convince. "I don't know. I'm not really up for it. Like, have you noticed how long it takes me to walk up the steps now? Or how many times I go to the bathroom?" She asked me. "That's because you're eating more." I said to her. She looked down at me. "Are you calling me fat? You're calling me fat aren't you?" "No, I'm calling your ass fat. I'm so looking forward to fucking you when we go to Atlanta." I said slapping her butt really hard. She started laughing. "Let it go, Chres! I don't think it's good if we go there right now. What about our school work? What about basketball and my job?" I let go of her thighs thinking about what she had just said. Those were some good questions. "We could make up lie and tell it to our teachers, I'm know I'm good with basketball, and just ask Mr. Clark if you can take a little vacation with your boyfriend." I said standing up. "You seriously think he's going to let me off the hook that easy?" "You're one of his best employees, baby. There is not one doubt in my mind he won't let you go to Atlanta with me. We seriously need to take this opportunity and go!" I said turning my attention to her. She was staring at the pickle juice after eating the rest of the pickles that were in it. "Gabriella?" "I've never drank the pickle juice before. But I like the color green so it must taste good too. I think I'm gonna drink it. All of it." She said grabbing a cup and pouring the juice in it. "Even after that I still want you to come with me." I said trying to ignore the fact she wants to drink the pickle juice. What is going on with her appetite? "I'd have to call my boss first. I mean, I feel like I'm not in the position to go but if quit fucking asking me every damn second, I'll go. He just has to say yes first." A big smile grew on my face and I ran to the living to get her phone. "He's gonna say yes! You deserve this, Ella. And who knows? Maybe while we're down there we can go to the gym or something." I said laughing under my breath. Her mouth dropped as I handed her the phone. "You seriously think I'm getting fatter." She mumbled while looking through her contacts. "In the ass. You're getting fat in the ass and I love it!" I yelled grabbing both her ass cheeks and shaking them quickly. She gave me a blank look and put the phone to her ear. "Hi, Mr. Clark. I was just wondering if it's possible I take a two week vacation with my boyfriend. You see, he keeps nagging me and I can't go a minute without the words, please come with me to Atlanta coming out of his mouth. And honestly he just won't shut up an-" "He gets the damn point." I said hitting her in the arm gently. She rolled her eyes at me before continuing to speak. "The point is, he really wants me to go and I'd like to be able to keep this job and still spend time with my boyfriend also." She nodded her head a few times and looked at things through out the room too. "My friend Davanna has some experience in designing. I told her about this job a few weeks ago and she thought about applying. I know you don't know her but I'm sure she'd be happy to cover for me while I'm gone." She said. "Oh, really? Then I guess we'll have to try again some other ti-" "Gabriella, keep playing with me and I'm going to fuck you up." I said quietly. She rolled her eyes again and took a deep breath. "Please? I'm willing to work longer hours when I get back, only if you let me go." A small smile grew on her face and she glanced at me. "Awesome. And I'll definitely let her know to call. Talk to you later." With that being said, she hung up then sighed. "Well? Can you go? Because if that smile indicated your happy that you can't go then I'm going to fuck you up. Right here, right now." She giggled. "He said I can go. All we have to do is figure out who's gonna come with us cause I don't think your mom or Monse's mom want us going across the country unsupervised." "I thought it'd be fun. Unsupervision means more sex." I said smiling at her. She wrinkled up her face. "Is that all you think about?" She asked. My smile faded. "No, not all the time." "Or is that the only thing you're look forward to on this trip because if that's it, then we can just stay here." She said throwing her hands up. I shook my head. "No, I just want to get away with you. But also have sex if that's okay."

GABRIELLA POV

I sat on the bed drinking my pickle juice and watching Chresanto throw all our stuff in the suitcases he had in his possession. He was really determined to go to the ATL this time around that is was almost cute! Like, him doing all this was just so adorable to watch. You don't even know. "Throw my pink bra in there too." I said taking a sip of my juice. I don't understand why people let the juice at the bottom of the pickle jar go to waste. It takes just like the pickles, only difference is that it's a liquid. "Got the pink bra, got the lace bra, got the black thongs, white thongs, got the booty shorts .. I got everything I need!" He said smiling at the suitcase as he zipped it up. I smirked. He's been going crazy this morning. Like, is that normal? For guys to just out of nowhere get so horny? Cause I don't know. "You need?" I repeated. "The shit that I like to see you in? Yes, baby." He said leaning over me and kissing my lips. "I don't mind. You get so horny it's cute." I said slapping his butt. He laughed and pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna see if my aunt wants to come. Cause I don't feel comfortable with my mom being in the room beside us at night." He said referring to when we go to the hotel in Atlanta and do who knows what. "The first time we had sex, your mom was in the room beside us. You didn't have a problem then." I mentioned. He nodded his head. "Yeah, well that was then. Now when we have sex you tend to get louder and more aggressive. I don't want my mom hearing that side of you. Your sex screams are for my ears only." I smiled and even started blushing. "I feel you." He chuckled and put the phone to his ear when he dialed his aunt's number. The last time Chresanto and I even saw the woman was at Christmas last year; which was also the day he asked me to be his. Oh, the memories. "Auntie!" Chresanto said with a smile on his face. "Sorry for the short notice but my girlfriend and I are going to Georgia tonight and I was wondering if you'd like to tag along. We're only 16 and honestly, I don't think we need any supervision. But of course, my girlfriend does because she's trying to find a way out of going an-" "You think you're going to fuck me up? I'm going to fuck you up." I whispered to him. He bust out laughing [silently] and took a deep breath before finishing what he was saying. "Do you wanna come or not?" He asked getting to the point. "Naw, just two weeks. Oh, but it's so worth it and I know you could us a break at whatever job you have. Just a week? Fine with me. Alright, we'll be at the airport downtown around nine tonight. Bye." He took the phone off his ear and laughed under his breath. "She's coming isn't she?" I asked him. He nodded his head. "Yep! And only for a week. You know what that means." He responded looking at me. I chuckled. Not that I don't want to have sex with Chresanto a lot on this so called 'vacation'. But doing that takes a lot of work and energy. If you understand what I mean, great. If you don't, whatever. "Chresanto, do you think I look ugly?" I asked him as we walked out the door later that day. I had on some dark grey jogging pants, one of his white tshirts, jordans, and my hair was just in a real bad bun. Let's just say I looked a hot mess. "You mean in general or right now? Because if you mean in general then hell no. You're gonna make a fine ass baby mama to me." He said opening the car door for me. I smiled and blushed a little. "Wow, baby. That means a lot. But I was talking about right now. I didn't put enough effort into my outfit." I said looking down at my clothes. He shook his head getting in the drivers seat and closing the door. "You put on what you though was comfortable, so I don't blame you for that. And Ella, you could have on some green pants and a ugly ass red shirt looking like a walking Christmas Tree for all I care. But at the end of the day, as long as you can dress then I'm good. And also because you're beautiful. You're a very beautiful girl and it's a privilege to be able to kiss your lips and your face everyday." He said looking at me. I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Awh, baby. Quit making me blush. This has to be like, the third time today." I said. He chuckled and grabbed my cheeks kissing my lips, then pulling away, then kissing my lips and so on. "Okay, I'm done." He said laughing. "Now let's go."