My Enigma

What anger and a pillow can do.

  CH.9

Since this boy wants to play. I'll play. A cruel smile pops on my face.

YOU DON'T REMEMBER MY NAME.

YOU DIDN'T TELL ME.

OF COURSE I DID BUT YOU DON'T REMEMBER. I GUESS I DON'T MATTER TO YOU.

BABE I REMEMBER EVERY BIT OF THAT CONVERSATION. YOU DID NOT TELL ME YOUR NAME.

I swear this boy doesn't stop.

WELLLLLLL YOU TOLD ME TO TEXT YOU SO YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON.

WELL IT'S ME AND MY TWO BOYS.

I already had two girls in mind.

MOVIES OR BOWLING?

I pondered for a bit.

MOVIES.

WHY?

BECAUSE IN MOVIES WE CAN MAKE COMMENTS AND LAUGH OUR BUTTS OFF.

I smiled at myself for coming up with that good response.

OKAY. TRUE.

AREN'T YOU THE ONE THAT YOU WANTED TO GO TO THE MOVIES?

A BOY CAN CHANGE HIS MIND, CAN'T  HE?

I giggled at his silliness.

SO MEET US THERE AT 8.

WAIT WHAT MOVIE ARE WE GOING TO SEE? WHAT TIME DOES IT START? IS THAT THE ACTUAL TIME THE MOVIE STARTS?

CALM DOWN WITH THE QUESTIONS. A LITTLE CONTROL FREAK ARE WE?

HEY! I CAN'T ASK BASIC QUESTIONS? YOU KNOW HOW PEOPLE GET KILLED IN SCARY MOVIES? THEM NOT USING THEIR BASIC SENSE. OR ASKING BASIC QUESTIONS.

HON TRUST ME. I WOULDN'T SOMETHING TO A PRETTY FACE LIKE THAT.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME? I WANT TO PUT A NAME TO YOUR FACE.

ACE. BABE WHAT'S YOUR?

SAVVY.

SAVVY. SAVVY SAVVY. I LIKE THE WAY IT SOUNDS ON MY LIPS.

YOU'RE TOO MUCH. I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.

BYE HONEY BUNCHES.

This kid and his nicknames.

      I look around the house not liking the feeling I was getting. I jump off the couch. I turned on the living room light and the t.v. A cooking show came on that made me realize that I am hungry. I was about to go make me some to eat when I heard a knock on the door.

     I started time have this nervous feeling in my stomach. No one is suppose to be here. I mute the t.v. and got a butcher knife from the kitchen. I turned off the light in the living room on the way to the door. I looked through the hole on the door. I see no one there. These stupid neighbors making sounds while I'm home alone.

     Another knock came from the door. This time the knock was louder. I had to cover my mouth from making a yelp. I didn't want the serial killer or delivery man to hear me. I dragged palms across my jeans I still haven't changed from earlier. I just took off my white t-shirt. I keep on black spaghetti straps I had under it.

     I adjust the knife in my right hand. I swing the door open and swing the knife out to stab. Someone takes my hand and swings me inward against their body. My eyes bug out of my head as realize the body I'm leaning against is very muscular. I know I can't take him. So I get my foot ready to kick him in his sweet spot.

      The boy leans his face on the side on face as he whispers,"Diamond calm down."

      I keep my eyes for a moment as I enjoy his closeness. My eyes shoot open. I turn around to face.

"Elijah, what are you doing here", I say with hands on hip.

     My eyes drinks in his attire. He has on grey sweatpants that hang on his pants. I was afraid  his shang-a-lang would pop out if he moved to quickly. I see he has on athletic pants underneath and that made me relax. He has on a red collared shirt. I mentally shake my head at his matching skills.

"Can I come in? I need to talk to you."

     I scrunch my eyebrows but let him in anyways. He comes in and sits on the long couch. I go to the recliner that is directly in front. I sit Indian style(Make SURE) and motion for him to continue.

"Well I just wanted to make sure we were cool because you were ignoring me."

Now I was getting boil with anger.

"Elijah you can't just pop over he anytime you feel like", I speak my with my hands.

"Diamond what's your problem", he looks confused.

"Nothing."

Lie.

"Diamond."

"Diamond."

     I ignore him. As he continues to  call my name I just block him out. Should I clean out my closet today? It needs to be. I really don't feel like going through that now. I didn't realize that now he is directly in front of my face. He has one hand on each side of the recliner. He corners me in so I have to face him.

"Savvy!"

He used my real name. I guess he is a little peed off.

"Yes?"

"What are you mad at,huh? Because Amber layed on my back. You get mad at the stupidest stuff. We aren't even together."

   Something in me snapped. I ducked under his arms. I grabbed a pillow from the long couch. I know he is not in any pain. For one it's a pillow. Two it's heavy and I can't swing hard enough to cause pain.

"You come over here and expect me to lick your feet. What the hell do I look like? We aren't supposedly quote and quote together. Why don't you go to your FEMALE? Why are here? I sure you can find another FEMALE that you play with their emotions", I say while swinging the pillow at him.

     Truth was that I wasn't completely mad about he just said or what happened on Friday. Amber is my friend and I know she wouldn't hit on Elijah. I was just fed up with the evasiveness. I was fed up with him going into Elijah mode sometimes. Maybe I'm being over-emotion but I am fed up.

     Apparently Elijah was fed up too. Elijah picked me up by the waist and through me over his shoulder. I started to feel the blood rush to my head but I still hold onto the pillow like my life depended on it.

"Diamond", Elijah roar with bass in his voice.

    I was so shocked I dropped the pillow. Elijah threw me against couch. I landed sideways against the couch. I crossed my arms and legs. I went to open my mouth to say protest. Elijah held up his hand to stop me.

"Diamond. What's up. Why are flipping out like this?"

   All the anger left my body now I just feel exhausted. It got extremely quiet as Elijah eyes pierce mine waiting for an answer.

"I'm fed up", I say bluntly.

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