Dabbling in Danger

Pissed

Malina

All day I've been trying to stay calm, not overreact. All night I've tried to reign in my thoughts, to not convince myself that there's an issue...

What I wanted to do was sleep in my room, in my own bed, but I went on like nothing was wrong and slid into bed with Adeen.

He did try to get me to shower with him before bed, I told him no though, that I wanted to shower alone. I saw he wanted to question it, but he didn't press the matter.

Now here we lay, I'm jumping to more conclusions in my head, getting more pissed off and Adeen is just trying to get comfortable and fall asleep. Which is also pissing me off.

He slinks an around my waist, nuzzles close against the back of me. I stiff up, and in a huff try prying his arm off me and scooting away.

"Why can't I hold you?" Adeen asks. I i

"Too hot," I grumble.

He starts to get up, "I'll turn the A.C down if you want."

"Don't worry about it," I reply.

He's still for a moment then I feel him repositioning under the covers, inching close behind me again.

Adeen laces his fingers in the straps of my shirt and bra, sliding one side off my shoulder.

"Let's get some of these layers off of you," he says.

I swat at his hand and yank my straps back up.

"I'm keeping my clothes on," my voice harsher than anticipated.

"Uh, okay..." he says and moves a couple inches away.

A few moments of silence pass then I feel his weight shift again.

"Honey, what's wrong?" He asks.

Oh like you don't fucking know, you ass.

I huff, but keep silent. He lays a hand on my bare shoulder and asks again.

"Sweetheart?"

I snatch away from his hand, squirming away again.

"I just don't want to be touched okay!? Why don't you go feel up on that bitch from the picnic?"

I hear him start to reply, but then he stops short. He starts moving around again, sits up and clicks on a small lamp. I still don't look at him, but I know he's looking at me.

"You're pissed at me because of who exactly?"

Writhing with anger and jealousy, I snap around and look up at him. He's got a smirk on his face and I just want to smack it off him.

"Bullshit, you know exactly who! I know you saw her throwing looks at you, basically pushing her tits in your face! And then you two walked off together. To be alone!"

"It was nothing you need to worry about Malina. I promise you we did nothing more than talk."

"What about exactly because she sure looked like she was ready to pounce on you."

Adeen's snicker falters, now he's looking away. My heart drops and I know I'll regret hearing what he has to say. I know I'm being dramatic too, but I don't care, my feelings were hurt...

I sit up, stomach tight.

"Hello?" I ask feeling short-tempered.

He sighs, runs a hand over his face and starts tapping the bed at a rhythm.

"I don't want to keep anything from you," he starts. "Or lie to you, so I'm going to tell you..." He looks at me, "but you won't like it."

I don't respond, he sighs and begins again.

"Christina, is the woman I slept with about a month and a half ago."

He's right, I don't like the answer... There goes that intense heart burn feeling again.

My head starts to nod as I mull this over.

"Sweet, awesome," I say in disbelief. "Incredible..."

"Those are great adjectives, but I know that's not how you truly feel," he jokes.

His smartass, laidback attitude just sends me over the edge more.

"Oh you're fucking right! Jesus Adeen, her? You fucked her?! I- I-"

I can't even conjure up a logical thought at this point... He chose her over me, some, some caramel colored, curly haired bobble head bitch!

"Honey, I can see that you're fuming, I can see that this really upsets you and I'm very sorry, but you have nothing to worry about. When she and I hooked up, it was once, I instantly regretted it and I've felt bad for it since."

I scoff, tears in my eyes when I look at him.

"Shit, well at least I know what you'll be saying to Tiana."

"Hey now, stop that Malina, don't-"

"No you don't, stop treating me like I'm stupid!"

"I'm not trying to!"

A tear makes an escape and i quickly wipe my cheek. I don't know why, but I just want to be angry and left alone.

"Just- just stop talking to me, I have school tomorrow, I'm going to sleep."

He extends an arm then lets it fall in his lap.

"Okay..." he says softly.

I flop around in the covers, lying on my side away from him and stare at the far wall until he clicks the lamp off.