The Crippled Savage

Chapter 7 : Conflicting Feelings

About two minutes later I had gotten a text back from Lashonda.

*Who did you let smash this time? 😂" I joked.

*Stfu 😒 but ask Tyrell."

Ask Tyrell? Why would I ask Tyrell? What does he have to do with her getting smashed? Unless...nope I'm not even going to think like that. He wouldn't do that...would he?

*Why am I asking Tyrell?*

*Just ask him!*

I honestly didn't understand why she was being persistent with this. Why Tyrell should even be any of her concern, I didn't even know. He doesn't belong to her.

Look at me. Getting jealous over someone who wasn't even mine. Why do I care what he's doing anyways? I mean it's his life, not mine. I couldn't tell him what to do. He'd probably just dub me and go looking for the next one.

I opened Tyrell's text and began to type in the message box but then erased it. I'm not really in the mood to talk to him right now. I looked over at the clock on the wall. It read 3:17. I wasn't tired but I just needed an escape. I put my phone down and the charger and climbed into bed.

...

The bell rang for 6th period to start. I had lunch this period so I hung back a bit to finish copying the math notes Mrs. Rivera left on the board. As I finished up the last equation I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey cutie. I saw you didn't respond to my text."

From the moment he spoke I instantly knew that it was Tyrell. I turned my head slightly enough to give him the side eye and proceeded to pack up my things.

"Oh now you're not talking to me?" He laughed.

When all my things were packed in my bag, I swung my book bag onto my back and continued to ignore him.

"You know you want to talk to me. Plus I have study hall this period and you have lunch so it's a lose-lose situation for you because I'm just going to follow you."

That's exactly what he did. He followed me everywhere I went. I even went down some stairs knowing he couldn't follow but then I would just walk back up because he already knew I would. I know I wanted to talk to him but what were the right words to say to him. My friend told me to ask him who she smashed and I'm just assuming it's him. Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe he didn't smash her.

"Tell me how I got a text from my friend and your name came up." I said indirectly said towards him.

"Oh really? Why?" He sounded genuinely confused.

"She was telling me how she let someone smash, but she wouldn't tell me who. Instead she told me to ask you. Any idea why?" I said with more attitude then intended.

He looked puzzled for a good few minutes. Then out of nowhere he began laughing.

"Your friend Lashonda, right?"

The fact that he sounded so nonchalant irritated me. Luckily I had managed to control my anger.

"Yea." I answered as mellow as possible.

"Mani. I didn't smash that girl. I would never do that to you. My friend did. He told me all about it and I have the messages if you don't believe me."

It's like he read my mind. He knew the source of my anger. I felt like such an idiot for just assuming things like that. I didn't even know the whole story and I had jumped to conclusions.

"Oh. I'm sorry for just jumping to conclusions like that. I just have really bad trust issues and it clouds my judgement at times." I said lowering my eyes to the floor.

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Seeing her in her most vulnerable state made just want to kiss her big, pouty lips and tell her how beautiful she was. I knew she had insecurities. I could tell from the first moment I spoke to her. Honestly that's what made her stand out to me.

See wasn't like the rest of the girls I've messed around with. She was different. She had a different vibe to her overall presence and I was digging that. I don't know what it is about her that attracts me so much; that makes me never want to hurt her. There was just something about her that made me want to be with her forever and I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Don't worry about it." I said smiling at her.

By now she had already stopped walking and was leaning against a set of lockers, looking at everything and anything but at me.

"Why can't you look at me?" I chuckled.

"I do look at you." She said as she looked at me, blushed, then looked away again.

I had to do it. It was the perfect opportunity for it. I made my way over in front of her so we were face to face. She started blushing again. Damn, she was so cute.

I leaned in a little to see if she would welcome my approach. She seemed ok with it because she hadn't fought the connection between us. She knew something was there just like I did. It was strong.

As our lips brushed softly at first she tensed up. I backed off a little to see if something was wrong. I took a good minute just to observe her in all her beauty. I must've been taking too long to make another move because at that moment she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I gladly kissed her back and silently wished this moment would never end. There was so much passion within our kiss and I loved every moment of it. It was intoxicating.

It was too perfect. Just like her.