Maya

- Chapter IV -

"I like your hair like that, in waves" he says.

"Thanks"

Isaiah takes off his pants leaving on his basketball shorts. Then he sneaks a hand in his shorts. I look over at him since I hear so much shuffling.

"What are you doing?! Don't do that in here!" I say, and panic a little inside.

He chuckles. "I'm not, chill". He walks over to me and lays next to me. "Why you mad?".

"I'm not"

He puts a hand on my thigh. "You don't gotta lie to me Quinten" he says softly. Something about him has me feeling some type of way, so I decide not to listen to my feelings.

"Yo stop touching me. I'm not in the mood to talk right now" I say and raise me voice.

"You ain't gotta yell. I can give you a real reason to be yelling" He laughs and winks at me.

"I'm tired of your gay shit. Like stop!" I figured the best way to make him stop flirting with me was to make him mad.

"What you mean stop, I didn't do nothing wrong." he says.

"You always acting fake too. You acts tough as fuck around everyone else but you a faggot around me." I honestly hate making my friend mad, but I felt that was the only was to make him stop.

Isaiah gets up. His jaw clenches and his face gets red. " I know this nigga ain't just say that" he says quietly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear him. "I know you ain't just say that!" he says louder. Isaiah is older than me by a year, he is taller, and goes to the gym more than me, but I never was afraid of him. I was truly scared at this point though.

I stand up. "I'm sorry Is--" I begin, but he cuts me off. I forgot how sensitive he is to certain words..

"Who's a fucking faggot nigga?"he yells at me, and grabs me by my neck with one hand. "Huh!?"

"I'm sorry man." I manage to say. "I can't breath!"

He calms down, and gets uncomfortably close to me. "If your pretty ass call me a faggot again..." says Isaiah as he lifts chin to make me look at him. He's so close his body is touching mine, but i can't move. He looks down at my pants. "I'm the faggot right?"

Shit! I guess my dick though his yelling was sexy or something. I immediately use my hands to cover it up while he leaves the bedroom. Embarrassed and confused, I lay in my bed. I'm not gay...