Antagonize Me Page 5

  “But it is, I want to lick it.” He licks just below my ass and close to my pussy. I can feel myself getting wet already and I push him away with one hand.

  “Where’s my chocolate?” I ask, looking around. He jumps up naked and I turn to look at him; he catches me and smirks, then brings two bars over, both for me.

  “I don’t know how you can eat so much of that shit,” he says as I open the package and shovel it into my mouth. “Why do you have it then?” I ask with my mouth full.

  “Well first, I only had what we ate. Last week I went and stocked up with your favorites,” he says. Which is true, because I absolutely love this chocolate.

  “How are your blue balls?” I ask laughing.

  “Don’t laugh, I haven’t had my fill of you yet,” he says lying down next to me.

  “I’m going to stain your bed,” I tell him.

  “What, you on the rag?” he asks, looking up at me like it’s an everyday occurrence. I slap him for that.

  “Don’t say that word, you idiot. I was referring to my hair. Maybe next time I’ll dye it red and just lay on your bed to see if you can guess what it’s from.”

  “I don’t care, I would fuck you regardless,” he says shrugging.

  Kyrone was right when he said he wasn’t finished with me. He fucked me twice after the shower and each time he had me screaming. Never his name, though he tried very hard to get me to say it. Every time he tried to torture me, it didn’t last long. Well, he didn’t last long. I wake to his arm draped over my stomach and him facing me. I push his arm off, not nicely either, and stand up looking for my clothes.

  “Shit, my pillow’s blue,” Kyrone mutters and I laugh at him.

  “I warned you,” I tell him.

  “Where are you going so fast?” he asks, sitting up and looking around at the mess we made of his room.

  “Well, I figured your blue balls issue is resolved, so I’ll be on my merry way now,” I explain as I find my shorts and pull them on.

  “It will never be resolved. Can’t I just store you in my closet for my sexual needs?” he asks standing and pointing to his oversized closet. I shake my head and pull on my shirt.

  “You're really going?” he asks like he can't believe it.

  I turn and face him. “Yes, I have work.” His face brightens a bit and I reach for my gym bag while I head out the door. It's early so no one is up, thank God.

  Work goes by fast. We aren’t very busy today, and by the end of my shift Tanner is standing at the front of the shop. I stop when I see him and pause for a moment to take him in. He’s gorgeous with his light jeans and white shirt sculpting his body. He sees me and a smile appears.

  “Tanner, why are you here?” I ask, walking across to him.

  “I just thought we could go to the movies,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. I agree and we walk to the theater, which is only a block away. “Haven't seen you for ages,” he complains, pulling me into a side hug.

  “I know, been busy trying to get everything ready for finals,” I say just as my phone beeps. We stop at the theater and Tanner walks in to get the tickets while I wait and check my phone.

  Kyrone: My room smells of you, and my bed is blue. Even my sheets, woman. Looks like I murdered a Smurf in here.

  Me: I warned you.

  Kyrone: Yes, you did. When are you going to make them red?

  He adds a smiley face. I don’t get a chance to write back as Tanner walks up to me with a drink and popcorn in his hand.

  “Who are you talking to?” he asks, watching me put my phone away.

  “Kyrone,” I reply, not looking at him.

  “You two seem to be getting close,” he says, walking now, so I chance a look at him and see he doesn’t seem happy.

  “Yeah, he isn’t too bad. Just annoying.” I shrug my shoulders because he’s growing on me.

  “So, you aren’t serious?”

  “What? No, of course not. Why would you ask that?” I turn to face him.

  “I just thought you would end up with someone else. That’s all.”

  “Like who?” I ask, wanting to know his answer.

  “Me!”

  Shit! I come to a complete stop.

  Tanner continues, then notices I'm not next to him and looks back at me.

  “Why would you say that? You love Katrina?” I question, needing to know the truth. My heart is beating like crazy inside my chest.

  “I don’t know if I love her, but my feelings for you are strong. They always have been, CJ. You should know that,” he says reaching up and brushing my blue hair from my face. Just then, my phone starts beeping. I look to answer it and his hand stops me. “Just leave it, please.”

  I nod my head and he laces his hand through mine, dragging me to the theater. We sit right at the back, no one is near us. I don’t watch the movie, my mind is racing. What is he talking about?

  Tanner must notice because he leans over, grabs hold of my cheek and turns my head. Next thing I know his mouth is on mine, kissing me, and I am kissing him back. It feels good, but it feels wrong, too. He has a girlfriend who loves him and she is also one of my friends. His mouth leaves mine and I don’t move, his lips continue going down my neck while his hand comes up and goes to my thigh. Slightly rubbing, slowly inching closer to its destination.

  “Stop!” I tell him in a soft voice, but he doesn’t hear me.

  This is what I have always wanted, isn’t it? Then why can't I go through with it?

  “Stop!” I say a bit louder, then stand up and walk out. I go straight to the bathroom and sit down on the seat. I pull my phone out and see Kyrone has texted me multiple times.

  Kyrone: Smurf, can we go on a date?

  My mind goes crazy. He texted that straight after. I didn’t reply.

  Kyrone: Okay, that was a joke.

  Kyrone: Smurf, put on one of those weird shirts you wear. I'm coming to get you. It wasn’t a joke.

  Shit! That was fifteen minutes ago, he would be at my dorm right now. Just as I think that, my phone starts ringing. I answer it on the second ring.

  “Where are you? You can't hide from me, Christina.” I huff into the phone contemplating my options.

  “I'm at the movies,” I tell him softly.

  “With who?”

  “With Tanner.”

  “That bastard,” he swears into the phone. “Come out the front now, I'm picking you up,” he insists.

  “No, you're not,” I tell him, standing up like he can see my defiance.

  “Yes, I fucking am. Then I’m going to spank your ass for going with him, after I kill him, of course,” he says and I can hear the car start. He hangs up on me and I wonder if he’s actually coming.

  I walk from the toilets and see Tanner standing there waiting for me. He looks up at me and I don’t recognize the look he has on his face.

  “You like him, don’t you?” His forehead crinkles as he looks at me.

  “Yes, I think I do,” I tell him honestly.

  “Am I too late?” he asks, looking at the ground and kicking something imaginary on the floor.

  “You're my friend, Tanner. You had your chance. Hell, you had more than one chance. Why now? Why wait until I am seeing someone?” I can't believe I just admitted that to him, let alone asked him.

  “I don’t know. Fuck!” He runs a hand through his short hair. “I’m happy with Katrina, I just don’t know what I’m doing,” he says and I look up to see Kyrone’s pickup truck park at the front. My heart is beating heavily. He’s happy with her but wanted to kiss me because I'm seeing someone else? It's like a stab in the gut. I walk out without looking back or saying a word to him.

  I’m furious and my heart is beating like crazy. I’m enraged that it took this long for Tanner to show an interest in me and that he has now actually admitted it to me. I'm angry because of my feelings for Kyrone, of which, I have no idea what they are. Most of all, I'm upset with myself for allowing myself to get in this position in the first place. I wish
I had just stuck to being alone because I don’t need all this drama while I wait to hear about a job I applied for last week in New York. I don’t want all this drama when I am planning to move. The boys will go on and get drafted if they haven’t been already. Tanner will marry Katrina because they’re a perfect match. Kyrone will more than likely go on and sleep with everything that has a nice rack and ass.

  My head is going crazy and I feel like it's about to explode any moment now from all the thoughts crashing through my brain. Kyrone meets me at the doors and looks at me, but doesn’t say anything. I watch as he stares behind me to where Tanner is standing and his face is tight, like he’s trying to stop himself from exploding. He grabs me by the arm and takes me to his car. He opens the door and I climb in.

  “Take me home,” is all I manage to say. I don’t talk for the rest of the drive, as I’m too scared to form words. I’m afraid I’ll say something I may regret, like the fact that I’m thinking about Kyrone all the time. Which wouldn’t be good for either of us. He isn’t the relationship type. Hell, I’m not even sure I am.

  I feel his eyes on me a few times as we drive. I don’t look at him and I don’t pay attention to our surroundings until we come to a stop at the football field where they practice. I look at him and notice he’s already getting out. Walking around to my side of the car, he opens my door, but I don’t move as I look up at him.

  “This is not my home,” I spit out. He smiles softly and starts walking away, leaving the door open. I get out and follow him onto the field, watching as he grabs the training bags and starts punching them. He turns when he hears me behind him.

  “Your turn.” He steps aside and holds the bag up.

  “What?” I have no idea what he’s talking about.

  “You're angry, I can see it in your eyes, and the way your sweet mouth is pulled together so tight. Now, hit the bag, Smurf,” he mocks me. I walk up and hit it. Not very hard, but he’s right, it does feel good. I do it again and start to take my frustration out on it.

  “Now take a few steps back and tackle it,” he says, still holding the bag in his hands.

  “I'm not tackling it, you idiot,” I huff out at him.

  He sighs and looks at me. “Just do it, Smurf.”

  “Stop calling me that,” I reply, then take a few steps back and run up to the bag. As I get there, he lets the bag drop and before I can stop myself, I end up knocking myself and Kyrone over, landing on his hard torso. He laughs and I try to stand up, but his hands make their way to my side and he tickles me until I start laughing. “Stop!” I try to say in between breaths and my constant laughter.

  I hit him and he stops and grabs hold of my face. I think he’s going to kiss me for a second until I realize we have never actually kissed; we’ve done everything but that.

  “How come you don’t kiss me?” I get a case of word vomit as I lay on top of him.

  “It’s intimate! You’re not meant to just kiss. You only kiss the ones you love, the one person you want to see day in and day out. So, I don’t kiss the girls I’m with because they’re nothing more than a one-night stand. I don’t want to kiss them day in and day out.”

  “Tanner kissed me,” more word vomit comes flying out of my mouth before my brain engages. His face scrunches, but he doesn’t move me. I don’t mention that we’ve had more than a one-night stand.

  “And I plan to give him a black eye for that,” he says smugly, but I can hear a slightly irritated tone to his voice.

  “Did you like it?” he asks, surprising me. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his breathing.

  “I’m not sure. It was nice, just not what I thought it would be,” I tell him honestly. He’s calmed me down and made my erratic heart slow and forced down the angry.

  “He shouldn’t have kissed you,” he grumbles, his hands coming up to land on my ass.

  “Why does it bother you?”

  “It doesn’t,” he states, then breathes out heavily. “Okay, that was a lie. It does. He knows we’re fucking and he only wants you now that you're happy,” he tells me like he knows all the answers.

  “Who says I'm happy?” I smile into his chest because he’s right. I've never smiled as much as I do when I'm with him.

  “This makes you happy,” he says, thrusting into me. I laugh and try to get off of him, but he grabs my ass and squeezes hard. “I’m horny, let's have sex,” he says, pushing his hard cock into my now wet pussy.

  “That’s all you think about. You just ruined our moment,” I say, trying to stifle a laugh.

  “Your pussy is like a socket. Every time I put my cock in you, it's electrifying.”

  “That's the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” But I laugh along with him.

  “Okay, what about letting me play with the Smurfette’s hidey hole?” he toys with me.

  “You’re a moron, you know that, right? Like, seriously? Who comes up with this shit?”

  “My cock,” he laughs.

  “What are your plans after school?” I ask, wanting to know where he’s going.

  “I've been drafted, I start with the ‘Crushes’ in two months.” I know that team; it’s one of the best. They’ll be lucky to have Kyrone on their team. “What about you?” he asks, firing my same question back at me.

  “I'm off to New York,” I tell him and I look up to see he’s watching me intently. His face drops and I'm not quite sure why.

  “You don’t want to stay in Texas?”

  I shake my head and his eyes seek me out even more.

  “So, I lose the best sex I’ve ever had,” he sulks, putting his bottom lip out. I laugh and roll to the side so I can see the stars. I kick my shoes off and plant my feet in the grass.

  “Will you stay with me tonight?” he asks after a moment of silence.

  “Yes,” I reply, and I don’t know why. I shouldn’t be getting attached. Our lives are on different tracks after this month. We both will be going our separate ways.

  “Come on, let's go, I'm horny,” he says standing up then reaching down to lift me and grabbing my shoes.

  “Why must you carry me everywhere?”

  “‘Cause you’re so tiny, it's impossible not to carry you,” he tells me while walking to the car.

  “Are you going to come to our last game next week?” Kyrone asks as we drive back to his house.

  “No, I don’t like sports. I haven’t gone to a game yet, even when Tanner begged me to.”

  “Please? I have tickets and my parents can't make it. I need someone cheering me on,” he begs me.

  “I'm sure you don’t have a problem in that department, Ky. Pick a girl and ask her to cheer.”

  “I do, though. You see, I want you there.”

  “And I told you, no.” I'm not changing my mind, I am not going.

  “Well fine, you better give me head instead then,” he says, making me laugh.

  “Only if you give me head,” I retort, playing right into his banter.

  His eyes light up and he looks at me. “You have a deal, Smurf,” he tells me, looking back to the road as we pull up to his house. The first thing I look for is Tanner's car, but thankfully I don’t see it anywhere.

  We head to his bedroom without passing anyone as we walk through the house. Kyrone has the master bedroom and it’s great. I laugh when he opens his door and I spot that half of his bed is stained blue.

  “It's not funny! What’s my momma gonna say when I give her the sheets, Smurf?”

  “Why would you give them to her?” I ask while he goes to the fridge pulling out chocolate and laying down on the bed.

  “What do you mean, why? She washes them, of course,” he says, stating the obvious.

  “You’re impossible,” I whine and lay next to him.

  “Wanna fuck now? I’m still horny.” He turns to me and smiles. His dimple pops out and I can't help but laugh out loud at him.

  “Can we have a normal conversation, where you don’t think about putting your ding dong in my wing won
g?” He grabs his gut and starts laughing so loud it makes me smile.

  “You did not just call my twelve-foot-pole a ding dong?” I nod my head at him because I’m too busy laughing to speak. “Okay, my ding dong is going in your wing wong, right now,” he says, laughing harder as he climbs on top of me. He makes my smile grow wide as he spreads my legs and starts kisses down my neck.

  I think I’m starting to like our arrangement. I enjoy his company. I just hope it doesn’t end badly.

  I lay next to him wondering what it would be like to kiss him. Would it be fireworks? Would it make my thoughts disappear? I don’t know why I’m even thinking this. He said it himself; we are fuck buddies – nothing more, nothing less – but a part of me finds that hard to believe, especially since I’m his only recent fuck. We are completely different people going on very different paths from one another. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his career, and I know he wouldn’t either. He’s someone that speaks before he thinks. It's interesting since most people are so guarded, but he’s far from it.

  “Why are you awake and why isn’t your mouth wrapped around my ding dong?” Kyrone turns to face me and I laugh.

  “I have to go,” I say, sitting up and getting dressed.

  “So, no morning sex then?” Kyrone watches me get dressed.

  “Well, you can,” I state as his face slowly grows into a smile. “Just find someone else,” I finish and his smile drops.

  “You can't be serious,” he growls. Yes, growls. I nod my head and take off before any more words are exchanged.

  I head home and see my mail on my bed as soon as I enter. There isn’t much though the letter from New York stands out the most. I rip into it and read that I’ve got the job. I got the fucking job! I'm so excited and nervous all at once. FAM, which is an acronym for ‘Female and Men Magazine,’ is one of the hardest to get into. They cater to everyone and because they do, everyone wants to work there and I will have the opportunity to explore all sections. I leave in two weeks. Two… short… weeks, and I don’t even have a place to live yet.