the nurse? I’m not feeling too well,” I said.
“Can’t it wait until after the lesson is over,” he asked.
“If I could wait then I would have never asked you,” I said.
He stopped what he was doing and took out a pass to write for me. I gathered up my books and walked out of the room, and slammed my book bag down on the floor and faced the wall to cry.
I don’t need this shit right about now; and I’m tired of dealing with this by myself! My tears flowed freely and I wanted so badly to tell my sisters what was going on. But I know once I tell them I will never hear the end of “didn’t I tell you not to mess with Tony?” They only tolerated him because we were together but I knew deep down they thought he was way out of my league.
Tony is my first real boyfriend, my first love, my first everything. I would do anything for him but now I’m starting to see what my sisters were talking about. He is only about self and he doesn’t give a damn about me and it hurts like hell. I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and I knew that smell anywhere.
What the hell was Tony doing here? He was supposed to be in school. I could feel him rubbing my belly and my tears dropped some more. I didn’t want to turn around and face him because I was still mad that I hadn’t heard from him in three weeks.
The only words that came out of my mouth were, “What are you doing here?” I could feel his hands rising slowly towards my breasts. When he started to rub them I got wet immediately. Hell, haven’t had any in over two months and I was feeling a little horny. He squeezed my nipple and I slapped his hands away.
“They’re sore. Please don’t do that,” I said. He moved his hands down to my waist and began to rub my hips.
“You’re gaining weight,” he said.
I said, “That’s all you got to say Tony is I’m gaining weight?”
He turned me around to face him, but I didn’t want to look at him. If I did I might spit in his face. The safest place to look was on the ground. He put both hands on the wall to block me so I couldn’t go anywhere.
“Look at me Precious,” he said.
“No,” I said wiping my face because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was making me cry. I hated his guts at that moment.
“Please,” he said.
“No,” I yelled and tried to duck under his arm but he wouldn’t let me.
“Can we get out of here so we could talk?” he asked. I thought about it for a second and knew sooner or later that we would have to talk.
“Fine,” I agreed and continued, “Now will you move the fuck out my way?”
I finally looked up at him with blazing eyes. I guess he had never seen this side of me but once a nigga shit on you then you best believe the bitch comes out of us. I don’t care how nice of a person we might be, but once we get fucked over we turn into an evil twin not to be messed with.
He slowly put his hands down and I walked right by, not grabbing my books because I knew he would get them. I had to teach his ass that I have the upper hand and he will not, and I repeat will not get the best of me. I got in his car and refused to make conversation with him. I didn’t want to discuss anything until we were behind closed doors.
Once those doors were shut then I was going to lay his ass out. I may look all innocent and precious but I am not to be played or fucked with. They always say watch out for the quiet ones. “So you going to ignore me the whole ride Patrice,” he asked. Patrice, he only calls me Patrice when he is trying to get my attention but it isn’t happening.
Usually I am “Precious” to him but now I am good old-fashioned Patrice. Ha! He plays so many mind games but it’s not working. I turned my head even more to the side while I was saying to myself “fuck you.”
“You know you acting childish right,” he said.
I wanted to reach over and slap the shit out
“Can’t it wait until after the lesson is over,” he asked.
“If I could wait then I would have never asked you,” I said.
He stopped what he was doing and took out a pass to write for me. I gathered up my books and walked out of the room, and slammed my book bag down on the floor and faced the wall to cry.
I don’t need this shit right about now; and I’m tired of dealing with this by myself! My tears flowed freely and I wanted so badly to tell my sisters what was going on. But I know once I tell them I will never hear the end of “didn’t I tell you not to mess with Tony?” They only tolerated him because we were together but I knew deep down they thought he was way out of my league.
Tony is my first real boyfriend, my first love, my first everything. I would do anything for him but now I’m starting to see what my sisters were talking about. He is only about self and he doesn’t give a damn about me and it hurts like hell. I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and I knew that smell anywhere.
What the hell was Tony doing here? He was supposed to be in school. I could feel him rubbing my belly and my tears dropped some more. I didn’t want to turn around and face him because I was still mad that I hadn’t heard from him in three weeks.
The only words that came out of my mouth were, “What are you doing here?” I could feel his hands rising slowly towards my breasts. When he started to rub them I got wet immediately. Hell, haven’t had any in over two months and I was feeling a little horny. He squeezed my nipple and I slapped his hands away.
“They’re sore. Please don’t do that,” I said. He moved his hands down to my waist and began to rub my hips.
“You’re gaining weight,” he said.
I said, “That’s all you got to say Tony is I’m gaining weight?”
He turned me around to face him, but I didn’t want to look at him. If I did I might spit in his face. The safest place to look was on the ground. He put both hands on the wall to block me so I couldn’t go anywhere.
“Look at me Precious,” he said.
“No,” I said wiping my face because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was making me cry. I hated his guts at that moment.
“Please,” he said.
“No,” I yelled and tried to duck under his arm but he wouldn’t let me.
“Can we get out of here so we could talk?” he asked. I thought about it for a second and knew sooner or later that we would have to talk.
“Fine,” I agreed and continued, “Now will you move the fuck out my way?”
I finally looked up at him with blazing eyes. I guess he had never seen this side of me but once a nigga shit on you then you best believe the bitch comes out of us. I don’t care how nice of a person we might be, but once we get fucked over we turn into an evil twin not to be messed with.
He slowly put his hands down and I walked right by, not grabbing my books because I knew he would get them. I had to teach his ass that I have the upper hand and he will not, and I repeat will not get the best of me. I got in his car and refused to make conversation with him. I didn’t want to discuss anything until we were behind closed doors.
Once those doors were shut then I was going to lay his ass out. I may look all innocent and precious but I am not to be played or fucked with. They always say watch out for the quiet ones. “So you going to ignore me the whole ride Patrice,” he asked. Patrice, he only calls me Patrice when he is trying to get my attention but it isn’t happening.
Usually I am “Precious” to him but now I am good old-fashioned Patrice. Ha! He plays so many mind games but it’s not working. I turned my head even more to the side while I was saying to myself “fuck you.”
“You know you acting childish right,” he said.
I wanted to reach over and slap the shit out
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