Man this nigga can't keep the fuck off me, I let him hit once now he wanna fuck every time I breathe. Shit was cute at first like yeah this nigga whipped but not anymore he needs to get the fuck away from me. At some point in the future we can have sex again but not now I'm still recovering, I may have recovered physically but mentally I'm still battling with the rapid changes I've been going through and all these changes are happening because of him.
"You ok?" Donte asks rubbing his nose up and down my ear.
"I'm fighting an internal battle and all you wanna do is fuck!" I didn't mean to say it with that much attitude but I'm stressing myself pissy.
"How the fuck was I posed to know you got shit going on?" I can feel this turning into an argument, maybe it should.
"Same way I know you got shit going on without asking..." I pause to glare at him. "By paying fucking attention." Donte licks his lips and sits back staring intently at me.
"I'm not trying to start shit with you but lose ya attitude foe I pop off on yo ass." I tense from his tone, why bae being aggressive? "Talk to me." His words were final, I just stared.
Ain't no way he can command me like that, this nigga really turned me into a bitch.
"This bruh." I wave my hands around. "Us." Donte sighs. "I'm not gay? I'm not used to this and I've just been going along with it... how do I tell the people in my life I'm... doing... I don't even know." I sigh and turn away from him.
"I know..." Donte sighs." My mom doesn't even know, I don't care who outside my family knows I swing both ways but my mom man..." Donte scrubs his face.
I turn back to him. I wanted to ask that question but I know we're not ready for that type of commitment... well I sure as hell ain't.
For the longest time I've been dreading facing my mental fears but my mental fears will soon become reality and I'm not ready for that. I don't think my father would overreact or react badly but no one can be certain of a reaction when it comes to news like this.
His mom I don't know.
Whatever happens fuck it, I want to stick by him? I do.
Fuck this nigga did to me for real? Mhmcht.
"We good tho?" Donte asks rubbing my knees.
"Yeah..." I trail off. "We gone be good?" He nods earning a small smile from me.
"WARREN?!" My dad yells as he bounds down the hallway towards my room. I look down at Dontes hands on my knees, he leaves them there.
"Boy!" My dad enters my room. "Fuck you always in my house fuh?!" He squints his eyes at Donte, I smirk.
"Good evening to you sir." Donte waves, I roll my eyes.
"Go buy groceries." I frown turning to him.
"Why?" He looks at me like I done lost my mind.
"Because...BOY!" Hell wrong with him? "Go buy groceries bring them back and disappear for the rest of the day." My mouth drops open.
"Not my mom texting me to go away for the night." Donte scrunches up his face in disgust as he types away at his phone.
"We grown." My dad chuckles. "Now go be obedient children for once." He turns and leaves.
"We fucking... they fucking." Donte glares at me letting me know it's in my best interest not to finish the goofy shit I was about to say. "What do we do after grocery shopping?" I ask as I follow him out to my car.
"Fuck!"
