The Hate and Love Game

Game #31

CHRESANTO POV

Okay, so I've been seeing this girl I met at the store the other day. Gabriella sent me out to go get some food, of course, and that's where I met her. Her name is Nautica Livingston, she's 15, and yeah she lives in Atlanta. And I don't really like her because I have a girlfriend you know? But she's real pretty and being around her keeps me satisfied while Gabriella can't. But don't get me wrong, I'd rather be with Ella than anyone! She just isn't the same anymore and I don't understand why. And this time it isn't me, it's her. My aunt already left since this is the second week of our vacation, so Gabriella and I will be alone for the next few days. I just wish she would talk to me. Like, I want my girlfriend to be open with me and tell me what's on her mind and not keep stuff bottled up inside! It just seems like our relationship is going down hill like it did last month; Gabriella being secretive and me doing things behind her back every time she falls asleep. That's the only time I can make time for Nautica anyway. I watched as Gabriella sat down and pulled up her shirt. "Chres?" She called out. I turned around and looked at her. "Yeah, baby." I responded walking over to her. "What is this line?" I looked at her stomach and there was a perfectly straight line going up it. It was a little darker then her skin color though. "Uh, I don't know." I put my hand on her stomach and I felt something weird so I pulled my hand back. "Uh, what the .." "You felt that too?" She asked looking up at me. "Yeah, what is it?" "I don't know, I feel that almost everyday though." Weird. Suddenly, my phone started ringing and I looked at the caller ID. It was Nautica. "Gotta take this." I said putting the phone behind my back and walking out the room into the hallway nervously.

GABRIELLA POV

Nigga think I am stupid? I saw the phone, some bitch Nautica? He walked out the room and into the hallway thinking that I wouldn't know what the hell he's trying to do, but I did. Of course though, I am going to be sneaky and see what he saying or hiding in that case. I literally struggled to get up but eventually did after figuring out turning your whole body to the side helps. I peaked my head out the door and there he was with his back to me. "Hey." He said into the phone. "I'm trying. No she didn't. One more week left. We are only friends remember? I'll be there later okay? Bye." I ran back to where I was sitting quickly to make it seem like I never moved. He came back with a smile on his face and sat down next to me while turning the television on. The look on his face was a dead give away; a dead give away that he was hiding something. But I'm more concerned about the call. Basically, he is leaving to go see another bitch sometime today. But then he said we are just friends. Who was he talking about and talking to? And should I trust him? Before I could answer my own questions, I started dozing off slowly until eventually I did. Later on that night I was awaken by the sound of keys moving. I opened my eyes slowly so it could still seem like I was asleep. I saw Chresanto leave the room. As soon as he shut the door, I quickly got up and grabbed my stuff to follow him. I got in the rental car and he got in the other. I was trying so hard not to be noticeable. He started driving and so did I. After 20 minutes, he pulled up to this diner. It was called The Marietta Diner and looked like a pretty expensive place. I pulled into a parking space at the back and watched as Chresanto got out the car and walked in. So of course, I did too. The man excorted him to a little two person table. There was a girl who looked my age and had short hair. She was skinny, dark skinned, super white teeth but couldn't beat mine and was wearing a sun dress. Stupid choice cause' there ain't no sun out today. I sat down behind them and tried to listen to their conversation. "How'd you make it out?" she asked. "Same way it always has been. When she fall asleep, I'm out." Chresanto responded. Really? Everytime I fall asleep he leaves? They continued talking but most of it was about the trip and me. Like a hour later, they got done doing whatever. He hugged her, and called her babe. What the fuck is this? I dont know if I should be concerned now or just hurt. My boyfriend could be cheating on me. I'm not 100 percent sure yet but there is a possibility. And I haven't even told him I might be pregnant yet. I took the test like five times and they all came up positive. And if he is cheating on me with this girl, and I still have to tell him I might be pregnant, than this vacation will not end well. And we don't want that. But anyway. I went back to the hotel and so did he afterwards. I wasn't going to bring any of this shit up tonight. I'm gonna find out more just to be sure and not assume anything. When I got back, I ran into the hotel as fast as I could while he was still pulling in the parking lot. To get here before him took a lot of speeding but I don't think anyone noticed. I climbed in the bed and turned on the television messing up my hair a little. A few minutes later he walked in and looked at me. "Oh hey, baby boy. Where you been?" I asked smiling. "Uh I uh, went to see an old friend." He said scratching the back of his head. "Oh, I didn't know you had friends here. And I really didn't know they were old friends. Care to explain?" I crossed my arms and he met my stare. "I .. I used to live here." He mumbled. "Really now cause' you told me you grew up in Cali your whole life. But that's a story for another day and a lie to add to the list." I got up and walked over to him. "Welcome back." I kissed his cheek and walked into the kitchen with a smile on my face. I hope I ain't making it too obvious I know some shit. I pulled out the milk jar he had bought for me and poured some in a cup. I also got some banana muffins the hotel gave me for me "pregnancy". How'd they find out? My baby bump apparently. Thats also a reason why I should just accept the fact that I am pregnant. I just don't want to believe it. But anyway, I don't know how this whole sleeping thing is gonna work out tonight because Chres can possibly be cheating on me and I don't sleep with cheaters. We talked and stuff and it was all good, until he tried to kiss me. He kissed my nose and I always loved it when he did that but this time, I hated it. I fake smiled and looked down. My fist were balled up. He was about to kiss my lips but my phone started ringing. Thank god. "Whoops, gotta take this." I pushed his face out the way and ran to my phone. He was still in the position, lips poked out and everything. But then he nodded his head in disappointment and looked in my direction. His entire face was red. That's when I started feeling a little bad but this guy is lying to me and that's a fact. I shook off the guilt real quick and looked at my phone. It was Ray. "Hello?" I said. "Hey sis. What's up?" He responded. "Oh nothing just with Chresanto. Same old same old." I said awkwardly. "Great, great. I just called to ask you if Roc has told you about anyone new in his life?" I glanced at him quickly and then in a different direction. "No. No he hasn't actually." "Well I don't wanna say anything because it'd be breaking the bro code. Just keep an eye on him, ight?" I felt my fist ball up again. "The bro code?" He chuckled. "Yes. Look, just watch out for him okay? I'm only trying to help." I nodded my because I knew he was talking about this girl Nautica. "Fine. I'll watch him." "Okay, good. Me and my girl love you by the way." I smiled. "And me and my .. boy love you too." After that, I hung up the phone and looked at Chres. "Watch who?" He asked. I am actually gonna tell him the truth and not lie like he did. "You." I laughed and went back over to the bed. "Ella, I don't know what has been going on with you this week but you're acting really weird to me." He said giving me a dirty look. "Weird? Pshhh. This is just a part of me growing up." Damn I cannot hide this for long the rate I am going. "Yeah, okay. Well I am about to go down to get some food. Do you want anything?" He walked to the door and put his shoes on. "Definitely, a chicken sandwich, bacon, orange juice, pickles, peanut butter bread, and pizza. That'll do." He laughed and walked out. But why was he laughing? I was being serious.