Since 2nd Grade

Dulce's POV

   I sat on one of the kitchen counters, eating yogurt and scrolling through Instagram. It's about 8 in the morning and nobody is awake yet. I sighed out of boredom, and finished up my yogurt. What should I do today? I walked upstairs to my room to get myself ready for the day.
   I left my bedroom and walked towards the laundry room to do a few loads.
   "No, Ma, I understand that. Listen Ma!"
   Leila was whispering loudly in the phone. She didn't see me so I jumped back to where I could hear everything without being seen.
   "I already told you, I'll handle that. He's pretty much rich and he's going to have so much more money when his music career takes off, and if it doesn't then I'll just take whatever I can and leave. Simple."
   I peeked around the corner to see her face. She was frowning.
   "No, Ma, I'm just kidding. He's really a good guy and he cares about me, unlike you, so stop worrying about what I'm doing with my life and worry about husband number 562!"
   She hung up the phone, and I jumped back. I opened and closed the door to make it seem like I had just came out. I went inside the laundry room as she headed upstairs.
   "Good morning!"
   She said, smiling.
   "Hey. What do you guys have planned today?"
   I asked, starting the washer.
   "Nothing much we decided to sleep in. I came downstairs for some yogurt but I'm guessing you ate the rest."
   She replied playing in her hair. Was that shade? I don't know. We'll address that later.
   "Oh. Have fun."
   I smiled sarcastically, walking away.  I went inside of my room and sat down. The nerve of this bitch! She thinks she can come in here and just make me seem like a fatass and sleep with my ex in front of my face? Bitch no, I have feelings and I cry easily and I can feel the tears coming now. Why am I about to cry? Because I love Joseph. I don't want anybody but me to have him. When I don't want him he's still off limits to everybody. But that's not how it works. It's not fair. There was a knock on the door and Joseph opened it before I could say anything.
   "Dulce, why are you crying?"
   He came up to me and sat by me.
   "I'm fine."
   I replied, wiping my tears. I stood up and walked to the bathroom and Joseph followed.
   "You were crying for a reason and I want to know why. Now."
   Joseph said sternly. I stared at him for a good minute before speaking up.
   "I'm hungry."
   I replied. It was the truth, though. That yogurt didn't do shit for my stomach but make it growl out in dissatisfaction. Now it was Joseph's turn to stare at me.
   "You are one crazy, adorable girl, you know that?"
   He playfully pushed my shoulder and walked out of the bathroom and towards my bed. I followed him, bouncing on the bed so now the both of us were bouncing up and down. I laughed at the way his hair clashed together with every movement. I laid back, and watched him.
    "What you looking at?"
   He asked, as he laid back with me.
   "You and that big ass head."
   I laughed, and he glared at me.
   "Ha ha, so funny."
   He flicked my arm. I laughed, but then for some reason I started thinking about him and Leila having sex right next to this room, while I was sleeping. I had to ask, it was bothering me too much. I may not like the answer I get, but at least I'll know the truth. He noticed my silence and scooted closer to me.
   "What's wrong?"
   He asked, pushing his hair out of his face.
   "Did you and Leila have sex at all since she's been here?"
   I looked at my fingers instead of his face. He pushed my chin up with two fingers.
   "Dulce, no. She is just my friend."
   There was a long silence.
   "Actually, Dulce, I have to ask you something."
   I could tell that within that silence he let some type of anger build up, because his nostrils were starting to flare.
   "I'm listening."
   I responded, prepared for the worst. He took a deep breath.
   "Why does it matter if I had sex with her or any other female? I mean, you don't want me, so why can't I be happy? I'll be damned if I have to wait my whole life for you to forgive me. I know I fucked up. Big time. But I'm human, and if you can't forgive me for my past all at once then maybe I'm not your guy."
   He sat up, and I sat up right with him.
   "Do you think I enjoy not being able to forgive you? I loved you and you betrayed me. Do you know how unstable I am from that shit? I feel like whoever I talk to, whether it's you or not, is out to get me. My father, you, my mother, Leila. It's like I have to walk on eggshells around everybody and it gets depressing, knowing that the people I loved and trusted the most let me down. So you can shut the fuck up with that forgive me bullshit."
   I said, my face getting redder with every word I spoke, and my leg shaking 1000 MPH. He stood, towering over me, as if he were going to hit me, so I stood up too. His face glowed with anger, and so did mine. He pulled me by the collar of my shirt and our lips mashed together, angrily, but passionately.
   "I fucking love you."
   He mumbled while sucking on my neck. I moaned out, and he took that as the green light. He pushed me back on the bed, and started undressing me. Every aggressive movement made me more and more wet, until my panties were soaked. Soon, I didn't even have panties on. He undressed himself, and climbed on top of me. He teased me by rubbing his dick on my pussy lips. He looked me in my eyes.
   "You're the only girl I want to fuck."
   The next thing I know, he's deep inside of me, no warning. It hurt like hell, but he had me held down. He kept doing slow, deep strokes, and eventually it started to feel good, so I demanded more.
   "You sure you ready?"
   He smirked, continuing his slow, deep strokes.
   "Fuck me hard!"
   I shouted, and he gave me everything, fast and hard. By this time, my legs were in the air and I couldn't control myself.
   "I'm about to cu-"
   He stopped pumping and I looked at him in confusion.
   "The fuck are you d-"
   Once again my sentence was cut off by a surprise. His tongue entered my vagina smoothly, and I threw my head back. He's so good at this. I started pushing his head closer, and he moved my arms, and went deeper himself. I tightened my thighs around his head and came. He licked everything up and looked up at me, out of breath. He came on the floor when he pulled out. As long as it wasn't in me I'm fine. I laid back, out of breath, and he came and layed next to me, throwing the blanket over our bodies.
   "I still don't trust you like that."
   I smiled, and he rolled his eyes playfully. My phone started ringing, and I rushed to get it. I knew it was Ski, so I went in the bathroom to talk to him.
   "Hey."
   I answered the phone.
   "So I've got the perfect date. What time can I pick you up?"
   He asked, music playing in his background.
    "Whenever you're ready. I'll text you my address. Call me when you're outside. Bye."
   I hung up before he could say anything else. I'm so fucking stupid! I knew I had a date today but I still decided to have sex with my ex. I can't do this. I'm a terrible person. Should I go on with the date, or would I be a hoe for that? Maybe I should just tell him I'm sick. No, you just got off of the phone with him, stupid. Okay. Okay. Calm down. Just go. It's not like you have to tell him. Yeah. It's not like he's going to be anything long term anyways. Alright. Cool. I texted him my address, and got dressed.