Fall For Your Type | BxB

Chapter 2

We pull up to my house, and the rain is just pouring down. He stops in my driveway and starts talking to me.

"So... why you so bitter?'' He asks out of the blue.

No he didn't !

"Excuse me?'' I just look at him like he is crazy because dude really keeps pushing every button I have.

"You heard me. I just met you and you so stubborn and mean.''

In actuality he is right. I am not giving him a chance being that I just feel I don't need anymore friends than I already have.

"I don't think i'm being mean, you just pushing my buttons that's all.'' I say to him.

'"Well I didn't mean to.'' He responds.

"Ok I accept your apology." I say while smiling a little. "If that is what that was."

"Well now that we got that out of the way. Can I go in your house and take a piss?'' He asks.

"I really don't know you to be letting you in my house like that.'' I respond skeptically.

"Why you scared nigga. I'm not gonna hurt you.'' he says smiling.

"You a creep but come on.'' I say opening the car door.

We get out of the car to enter the house, and I ran because the rain was something serious. We get to my house door and I open it up. We proceed in, and I tell him to take off his shoes because Mama don't play that, and he graciously does it. I show him where the bathroom is, and he turns and asks me "Y'all ain't got no toilet paper?'' I look at him surprised he would ask that question considering he just wanted to piss.

'"Yeah but I thought you had to pee, You can't just come up in somebody's place of residence and blow their bathroom up.''

"Okay well I'll just use one of your bath rags.'' he says.

"Hold up don't fucking playing with me. Look under the sink.'' I direct him.

"That's more like it. I'll be done shortly.'' He says.

I just look at him and walk off. I then proceed up to my room, and start to take off my school clothes. I put on some white basketball shorts and my black beater. I felt comfortable as hell. I get back downstairs, and he is sitting on my sofa. I was about to go crazy when I saw this. Who the hell told him to make himself at home?

"What the hell are you doing?'' I ask furiously.

"My feet are hurting. I thought you wouldn't mind if I relaxed a bit.'' He responded licking his lips.

Strangely enough I didn't mind him relaxing. I just needed to put on a show. I sit on the sofa with him while he's flipping through channels.

"You want anything to drink?'' I ask him.

"Nah I'm good I really just wanna chill with you.'' He admits.

"Why though? I don't have Netflix.'' I ask wondering as to why me.

He laughs. "Because shorty. You cool, feisty and on some real... I'm feeling you.'' He claims.

I sit back on the sofa amazed at how straightfoward he is. I just look at him and then I respond "Are you serious?''

"Yeah as a heart attack.'' He says looking at me which I feel that he is trying to peer into my eyes. He thinks he gonna get into my head. As corny as that sounds.

"Well I don't go that way, but oddly I'm feeling you too in some weird way.'' I admit to him.

"Oh for real. What would you say if we went out for a while.'' I guess that was his way of asking me out.