He pulls my lower half closer to his so i could FEEL just how much he ment the next part, my breath getting caught in my throat. "If i were you id take precaution"
"She'll drive you right out of your mind and steal your heart" he sings grabbing a ha...
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The past few days between okoye and i had been filled with nothing but snide remarks, long glares and eye rolling. She was interfering with my state of mind and peace and i knew the best way to find it again was to do what i do best.
Examining it before running my tounge on the underside, i grin at the mix of salty yet sweet taste. Feeling the white cream dripping down my hand i lick it from my palm back up to the source and sucking as much of it out as possible.
"So good" i moan out before Shoving it all in my mouth enjoying the weight of it—
"Damn sweetness" i hear eriks voice which almost makes me choke. Looking up from my currents task i see that hes sporting a slightly annoyed look on his face a tight fitted v-neck black jeans and still has all 3 books in his hands.
"You know youre hard to track down... ive been looking for you for almost 5 days now" he tells me sitting at the table i was sitting at plopping the books down with a thud. Moving the jar of ice cream filled chocolate cake balls and chewing what was in my mouth i raise a eyebrow as to ask "really?"
"Yeah. what, were you hiding?" He ask opening the book his finger flipping through the pages and his eyes flicker up to me for a second before down back to the book.
"I just didnt want to be found..." i tell him though it comes out much more darker then intended. Clearing my throat i close the book i was reading giving him all of my attention. "Why were you looking for me?" I ask before he pushes the book over to me.
"None of this shit makes sense" he huffs holding the books up one by one starting with heirarchy. Frustration clear on his face. Opening the book i see it was in xhosan.
"Do you not understand xhosan?" I ask but he answers quickly his fist clenching slightly.
"I do! but..." he trails off running a hand over his face. "My dad taught me when i was young— basic shit id need to know for a conversation and some bigger words all this shit—" he begins with a rougher voice and i feel bad for him.
This was a 4th grade history book, it was appart of our curriculum to learn it though we had someone teach it to us. Looking from the book and over at him i can see how frustrated he was that he wasnt able to understand his own culture. He might pretend to not care about if people avoid him at all cost or took any chance to jab at him but in all reality he was a lost boy.
"Ill teach you" i blurt reaching over and taking the book from him flipping through and seeing he bent the corners of pages he didnt understand. Nodding i close the book before pushing it back over to him.
"Wakanda is made up of 5 tribes border, river, merchant, golden and my tribe— the merchant tribe. The jabari is also a tribe they just chose, in how youd say it in america...not to fuck with us." I explain in a way i know hed understand which makes him chuckle.
