Billie Jean [h.s]

14

"Meet me at the corner by ten, bunny."

His caramel dripping voice echoed in my head as I poked at my macaroni, a small grin plastered upon my melanin lips.

Our family sat in the living room eating in peace while watching television. We decided to eat in the living room tonight upon daddy's request.

I wanted to hurry and eat, so that I could wash my hair and pretend to go to bed, only to sneak out later and maybe see Harry, but mama decided to let Keith stay for dinner.

Ugh.

" Stop playing with your food girl." mama uttered to me knocking me from my sweet thoughts.

"Yes ma'am." I mumbled unfazed by her judgement, digging into the mac rather quickly.

As if I had the corn bread that tasted like cake, gosh I wish it was that than the cheap rolls I got at the corner store.

I finally looked up from my plate to find Keith gazing at me, but as fast as lightning he dropped his head back to his food.

I really dislike him right now, stupid cute face and stupid cute eyes.

Why does he have to invade our family dinner? I used to like when he did, but now I want him far gone and away from here.

Away from me.

After dinner, I was on kitchen duty, while the family stayed in the living room watching television.

"I figured I'd find you here." I heard a voice echo from the door frame of the kitchen.

I kept my back turned as I dug my hands into the steaming hot and soapy dish water.

"Hmpt. I'm pretty sure everyone in the house knew where I was." I blurt out with a sassy eye roll.

"Billie Jean, I'm sorry."

I turn around to see Keith walking up to the counter close to me. I gazed at him for a moment to long and he awkwardly shifted his eyes from me to wall to the floor and eventually back to me.

He must think a stupid sorry would cut it, but it won't. I refuse to let him free. He doesn't deserve me to spare his mercy.

" Don't know why you're saying sorry. There's not much for you to apologize for." I utter turning away from him and grabbing the dish rag.

" Come on, don't be like this. You know why I'm saying sorry. I didn't mean to come off like I liked you. I was just trying to-"

" Sweeten me up so I can hook you up with my best friend. Go figure. You're not the first guy who tried and you certainly won't be the last." I interrupted his apology to spare him the breath.

He shut his mouth while his jaw tighten watching me intensely.

"I'm sorry that I don't like you, you can't be mad at me for that Billie." Keith states with pleading eyes, but all I saw was fire.

This self absorbed ass hole thinks that's the reason I'm angry. Ego so huge that he doesn't see the principle of the situation.

"You think I'm upset because I want you to like me?" I whispered furiously lowering my voice so that the family couldn't hear me.

"Well why else?" Keith wondered one curiosity throwing his arms up in confusion.

I placed both of my index fingers on the ends of my temple rubbing ever so soft to soothe the upcoming headache I was soon to endure because of Keith oblivious behavior.

"I'm mad at you because you used me to try to get close to my best friend. You tried to sugar me up as if you liked me. Thats messed up Keith and I hate you for it." I stated through my teeth feeling the veins stretch from my neck.

Keith went silent and I suddenly began to hate the way I told him I hated him because I didn't. I'm just hurt behind his behavior.

But I couldn't take back my words and I was too heated to fix it. That was just the only way to describe the word hurt for him to understand.

"Just leave me alone, okay." I murmur turning my back away from him going back to washing the dirty dishes.

It was silent for a few as I still felt his presence and without a second glance I heard the shuffling of his feet leaving the kitchen and granting my wish to leave me alone.

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Short chapter! I'm doing some finals. I'll be back soon enough!

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