"Bestie!?", he called.
'Don't talk to me, nigga. You make me sick', she hissed walking into her bedroom.
"Bae, don't be like dat. You know that I was only looking out for your ass, girl", he said following behind her, grasping her by the arm pulling her body against his.
'Man, just leave me alone, Chris', she responded vehemently.
"You mad at me", he stated leaning down placing a kiss to her forehead.
'Ya damn skippy', she agreed.
He sighed, "What can I do to make it up to ya? You know I ain't sorry, but I don't like fa ya ass to be mad at me. You know I love you, right?", he asked.
She did not say anything.
"Right?", he asked, arms tightening around her.
'I guess, now let me go', she grumbled trying to unwind his arms from around her.
He kissed his teeth, "You guess? Don't fuckin' play wit' me, Mor", he said staring down at her, nostrils flaring. If there was one thing he hated for sure it was when she doubted his love for her and she knew this.
She rolled her eyes being done with this conversation. She just wanted to lie down on her comfortable bed and wallow in her misery for a little while without the very cause of it being in her presence. They, Chris, a couple of friends, and her were out chillin' when she was approached by a cute guy. They were talking when Chris approaches them hanging all over her and ran him off. She just wanted to find someone. She felt like she was ready to love someone deeper than platonically, but now she feels like she probably never will with Chris around. This isn't the first time he has done this either. It is actually around the fifth and she is fed up with his shit.
She found herself on her bed with Chris on top of her lying between her legs kissing on her neck.
'Stop', she breathed shoving at his shoulders.
"You still mad?", he asked in between kisses.
She grunted in annoyance, 'Stop', she ordered, but he continued.
"Then no", he denied then proceeded to fuck her back to sleep.
"We share a fucking bed!" He follows me out of the bathroom, grabbing my wrist when I had turned my back to him. "What's fucking wrong with you now? You threw a bitch fit when you were at the hospital, and now when I compliment you, you're mad at me."
"Maybe you shouldn't give compliments with the hope of getting me on your dick!" I snatch my wrist back, turning around to face him, but I smacked into his chest. He took that as an opportunity to grab both of my arms and hold them together behind me. "If I wasn't raised better, I'd spit on you."
"And if I wasn't raised better, I'd kick your motherfucking teeth out," he gritted, shaking me when I struggled in his hold. "Would you stop!" He raised his voice, causing my insides to quiver, and my limbs stopped moving. "What is your problem?"
"I'm not one of them," I spit angrily, "You can't make me look stupid before charming me. If you think you have to force yourself to compliment me in order for me to spread my legs, then you don't know me," I breathed harshly, my chest brushing against his body, and momentarily, his eyes flickered downward.
"I'm offended. You think I'm trying to 'charm' you," he uses air quotations before slamming me against the wall right next to the bed, "When all I have to do is wink to get you to flood your underwear."
"I'd like to see you try." I grind out, causing him to smirk at me. A different one this time. One that unsettled me. His lips curved up nicely, yes, but his eyes weren't sparkling with mischief. He didn't seem too happy with me calling him out the way I did.
"Bet," he inhaled sharply before backing away from me, his smirk lifting higher, and it morphed into a beautiful smile. "See you at practice, bitch."
Carson 'Storm' Speros and Raine Carter have a long way to go, battling through the abnormalities of their unique college and the tough time sharing a baseball team. Will Raine start to see the light in Carson and accept him? We'll see.