Bully Me No More

4

*RAIN*

Hanging out with Sandra kept my mind off Roc. The kiss confused me and I just decided it didn't mean anything, he just felt guilty or something. We agreed to meet the next day at 2 and start the project.

*THE NEXT DAY*

I knocked on the door and was greeted by a shirtless Roc.

"Ready to work?" He asked.

"Yupp." I fought the urge to look down at his chest. We went upstairs and dumped everything we needed onto his bed.

Our project was to model the 3 main states of matter. Solid, liquid, and gas. We came up with the idea of using plastic football's to represent the particles because...Roc likes football. I bought mini plastic football's and 3 plastic platforms that we'd paint to look like football fields. Roc bought the paint and brushes.

"This is ganna be dope!" He said excitedly.

"Mhhm." Was all I said.

I hadn't memorized the layout of a football field so I needed him to do the first one so it could be an example for me to look at. I played fruit Ninja on my phone as he painted, every now and then I'd feel him look at me and I would look at him too.

"Can you pass me the white and a skinny brush please?" He asked.

I put down my phone and searched his bed for the brushes and white paint. I could feel him looking at my butt and it caused me to rush so I could turn around.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

I opened up Fruit ninja again. I was losing! I kept thinking about yesterday, what did it mean? Roc was the type of guy who ALWAYS had a girl on his arm, but last week him and Tasha broke up so he would soon again be off the market...maybe because of me. I shook the thought away. Roc bullied me, all his friends did, none of them could ever like an outcast like me or date me.

"Ta da!" Roc said, finishing the "field". I smiled, he had amazing craftsman ship! He even painted goal posts at then ends of the field. He picked up the second platform and I took the third, starting to paint the surface green like grass. I'd look at his example multiple times although all I was doing was first painting my platform green.

"Soo..." Roc said.

"Soooo." I said, dipping my brush in more green paint.

"This is fun." He said sarcastically.

I laughed at the annoyed tone of his voice. "I know right."

"Take a break?" He asked.

"Um..."

"Please?!"

"Ok! You big baby. We can take a break." I bit my lip afterward, afraid he was ganna yell at me, but he didn't.

We both stood to stretch and he tossed me a package of Twizzlers. I smiled.

"Twizzler's are my favorite candy."

"I know. You said it in third grade, Ms.Bow's class."

I just smiled and opened the package. Roc was already chewing some Skittles. I was on the floor with my back leaning against the bed frame and at some point he came closer to me. I didn't realize it until he took my phone, which my eyes were glued to.

"Give it back!" I yelled.

"Nah. Hm... What's the passcode? Let's try my name."

He typed in "Roc" and of course the screen flashed red. I hit his shoulder.

"Give it!"

"No!"

I reached over him and he just turned his body, preventing me from reaching my phone.

"Maybe...it's your name!"

He got it wrong again and I kept spazzing.

"If you keep messing up it's ganna make me wait an hour!"

"Aww poor baby!" He laughed.

"Roc stop it!"

He stood up and was still laughing. I stood too, and continued failing at taking it from him.

"Roc!" I yelled again.

I couldn't help but laugh, but he knew I was serious.

"Give me!" I begged.

"Ok ok. I'll give it to you."

He stuck out his hand and when I reached for it he put it behind his back.

"Roc!" I whined.

"Ha! You thought I was ganna give it back!"

"Stop playing!"

I reached behind his back and he kept moving away.

"You really want it?"

"Yes!"

"Really really want it?"

"Roc! Stop it! Yes I want my phone!"

"Ok... Kiss me."

I stopped reaching for it and froze. "Huh?"

"Kiss me and I'll give it back."

I checked for a sign of him joking, but his facial expression stayed serious. "That's not funny."

"Who said I was joking? Kiss me and I give it back."

"Promise!?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"No."

"Roc!"

"Ok. I promise."

As awkward as it was I just stepped to him and...kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and mine wrapped around his neck. I pulled away only to have him kiss back. I pulled away smiling.

"Here." He said.

I snatched my phone pretending to be mad and sat back down.

"We need to finish painting." I said.

"You think I can focus after that?" He said and winked at me.

I blushed and picked up my brush.

Just then I realized, he still had on no shirt. I blushed harder and tried really hard to paint my lines straight. It really was "Hashtag the struggle" because I felt him watching me and although just the day before that would've gave me chills, now it gave me butterflies. Uh oh.