Jae POV
Even though I heard him bounding up the steps after getting let in by my mom before he was busting through my door; it doesn't stop me from jumping nearly a foot in the air when he does. "Damn Elijah," I shout as I push the ashes from the blue ashtray back inside there proper place. "Why you bustin' in my room like you own it or some shit?"
He shuts my door, a frown on his chocolate face. My eyes automatically drift from his handsome face to the mark on his neck. A mark that wasn't that prominent against his brown skin, but to me is like a beacon. Even though I did regret what I did with Mal yesterday, it all goes away when I see that shit.
"I wouldn't have to show up at yo house if you answered yo phone." He was angry but keeping his voice down, mostly to avoid getting chewed up by my mom.
I pull my curls down and over my neck as he comes closer and sits on the edge of my bed. The urge to kick him off is strong. "I ain't been on my phone." I light the blunt I was rolling before he invaded my space, taking a deep pull and holding it. I exhale just as he turns fully to me.
"You a lying ass; I can see yo Instagram activity, Jaelynn." He grabs my ankle gently but I was kicking him away before he could do whatever he was attempting to do. He sucks his teeth, letting me go. "What wrong with you?"
"Ain't nothing wrong with me," I muttered. I take longer and deeper pulls from my blunt. High was the only way I was gonna get through this conversation.
"Where was you at yesterday?" The change in his voice was very obvious.
'Oh you know, tryna get dick from my first. Nothing serious,' I think. What I actually say is, "mind yo business Elijah," with enough sass to show all my irritation.
"I ain't tryna hear that shit. Where was you at yesterday? I came to see you and Paris said you wasn't here. And you wasn't wit' Nae either 'cause she was already over ma house."
"What you stalkin' me now?"
He sucks his teeth again. "Was you with that nigga Khalil?" I ignore him, taking a couple more pulls before putting the blunt out. "What you can't speak now? Cat got yo tongue?"
I sit back against my head board, staring at the wall as my high settles. Elijah grabs at my ankle and I pull it back so quick you woulda thought he burnt me. "Leave me alone, Elijah. Why you even here? Go over one of yo bitches house if you horny 'cause I ain't fuckin' you."
"What bitches, Jae?" He sarcastically says. I can see him turn forward in my perceptual vision. "I didn't even come here on that type time. I came 'cause I wanted to spend time wit' my girl. I can't jus' wanna come around you anymore?"
"Whatever Elijah." I pick up my remote, turning on the tv and going to Netflix, intent on ignoring him and watching a comedy. My weed induced brain gave me the chance to ignore the hickey on his neck and the one of mine because I honestly didn't know what I wanted to do now. My plan yesterday was to fuck Jamal- making sure he gave me a hickey, which he did but that didn't matter- then flaunt it in Elijah's face. Now I wasn't so sure. I ain't been sure of anything since Mal pushed me away.
I didn't have to chose because a few minute latter he was scouting up next to me, moving the hair from my neck as he starts to message my shoulders. He doesn't see it at first so I slightly crane my neck toward him to hide it better. "You love me?" I wasn't expecting that. My heavy body sinks more as he kneads my shoulders.
I sigh. "You know I do." I couldn't keep the bitterness out my voice but he either doesn't notice or care. I look into his eyes for the first time today and the guilt I see in them was clearly meant to be hidden. I let him put his hand on my hip, though, and pull me a little closer to him.
