He Only Likes White Girls

Chapter 8

I bite my nails. I was nervous and scared. I didn't want to see Pierce. I mean I like him and all but this is too much. I've barely gotten to know him and Trevion is already taking me to tell Pierce about my problems.

"Can we go back? Please." I beg.

"What's the big deal?" he asks.

I look at him shocked. "Big deal? This whole thing? Pierce doesn't even like me and you expect him to tell me stuff this personal? That's uncomfortable."

He looks at me curious. "How?"

"Well, I don't really know how to like comfort people. Usually I'll say no you're wrong, it's fine or you're perfect just the way you are and awkwardly hug them but this? It's Pierce! I don't know how to act around him."

"Well you're going to have to come up with something in 2 minutes because we are here." he says stopping the car.

I turn around. It was a small brown bricked house that had plants covering the windows. The grass needed to be mowed and the flowers looked like they haven't had a drink of water for decades.

"You coming or not?" he says outside the car.

I didn't realize he already got out so I opened the car door and stepped out. We walked up to his front door and Trevion knocked.

I hear a few mumbled voices from the other side of the door.

"I SAID I'LL GET IT!" a voice yells.

I looked at Trevion queasy. "Are you sure about this?"

He gives me a supporting smile. "Positive."

"Fucking niggahs." Pierce mutters opening the door.

He looks at us weirdly. "What are you doing here Trev?" Then he looks at me. "Hell no. That bitch ain't coming in my house."

I looked at Trevion. "I told you he didn't like me." and I walk away.

"Nice going bro." Trevion says to Pierce.

He runs up to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Nina, he didn't mean that. He's in a pissed mood."

I fold my arms over my chest. "I don't care. Just because you're in a pissed mood doesn't give you a right to take it out on people."

He gives me a look. "Look whose talking."

I flail my arms out in frustration. "Ugh! It doesn't matter! I've done nothing to him, why should I even waste my time talking to him."

"Because as much as you hate him, you like him even more." he states.

I huff. He was right. That bi-polar son of bitch may be a jerk but I did like him and I had no idea why. What was too like about him? I mean, other than his beautiful face or his deep features or his dark eyes or his luscious lips or his... I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Fine." I say flatly.

"Fine what?" he says with a smile on his face.

"Don't even start." I warn him. I walk past him and shove Pierce'a shoulder as I entered his house.

"Jeez aren't you miss tough girl." he says mockingly.

I ignore him and take a look around. It was dark. There was like two windows but the shades were closed. I saw a bunch of family pictures. I went farther back and saw a small box covered in dust. I couldn't help but be a little curious so I opened it. Before I opened it all the way but Pierce pressed his hand on top and slammed it shut.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he demands angrily.

I cringe embarrassed. "Sorry, I was just curious."