Taken

[17] I Don't Like Her

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Two Days Left Before The Move...

I don't know what this girl is trying to do to me, but I'm not caving in. She's manipulative and thinks she can just run around slapping me when I don't give in right away. If she thinks she's hurting me, she's wrong. I eat hits like those. I eat feelings.

Lying ass nigga. You have a thing for her and you know it. She was right, she balances you out.

I groan annoyed with my subconscious. I know where me and Justine stand. I know where we have to stand.

You think you know where you have to stand.

I roll my eyes and sigh, walking out of my room. Justine hasn't went off on me in two days, I've went back to ignoring her and she's doing the same thing to me I guess.

It's cute of her.

Nah fuck that, I mean stupid. Now she's turning into a copy cat.

I shake my head and walk pass Stokeley's room, his door is open and Justine is sprawled out on the bed asleep. Her dark curls is in a messy array around her innocent face. There's still faint bags and bruises from her crying and being hit by Isaiah. I study her closely and I know this isn't helping the 'don't develop a thing for her' campaign, but it's not a crime to watch her when she's not conscious... is it?

I sigh softly and a throat clearing, surprisingly scared the fuck out of me. I turn around quickly, with my hand on my pocket knife and Stokeley puts his hands up.

"Aye, hold on now. Just needed to get in my room, but you were in my way with your silent watching." He laughs. I take my hand off the knife.

"Whatever bro." I mumble. I go to walk away, but Stokeley puts a hand on my shoulder, making me face him again.

"Why you sending her away if you like her?" He asks concerned and I flex my jaw.

"I don't like her and she's deadweight. Simple." I shrug. Stokeley widens his eyes and drops his hand from my shoulder.

"Oh, I get it now. You're letting them take her BECAUSE you like her! You're scared of your feelings, vro." He snickers and my face burns with anger and embarrassment.

"I have no fucking feelings to be scared of!" I growl annoyed.

"Yeah, sure. You know, I was telling her to just give up, that you don't do relationships, but I don't know now. I've never seen you like this before..." He gives me a goofy smile and I grab fistfuls of his shirt and slam him against the wall by his doorframe.

"You never seen me like what? I'm not any different!" I glare at him and he tilts his head.

"Yeah you are. You're all angry now, running around taking your anger out on all of us. No one's forcing you to give her away, you're doing it. Be mad at yourself and that disgusting ass nigga Isaiah. I had to sit on the toilet in the bathroom while Justine took a shower, cause Isaiah was just waiting for her. That's some creepy shit. He thinks you don't care so he's willing to get her." Stokeley shrugs. I narrow my eyes and slowly let him go. He straightens his shirt back out and sighs.

"But you should let her stay. Everything is mellowed out. Like we know she's here so we behave or some shit. Think about it, when is the last time you called Jocelyn?" He raises an eyebrow at me and I strain to keep a neutral face, but really, I'm amazed.

I usually call Jocelyn once a week to 'chill'. I haven't even thought about her once. I run a hand through my hair, avoiding Stokeley's stare.

"Your ass don't even know, do you? Because you don't think about any other girl but Justine." He bats his eyes at me and I roll mine.

"Shut the fuck up, you think you know something when you don't. I don't like her, I don't think about her and I don't care!" I throw my hands up exasperated with him and he nods slowly.

"Yeah, whatever. Well the next time my room door is open, don't come stand in front of it watching her like a creep." I glare at him as he walks away. He stops halfway through his room door and chuckles.

"Bet you wish she was still in your bed, huh?" He winks and goes into his room. I stare at the empty air, deep in thought.

I don't like her, I won't like her and I can't. End of story.

I walk back into my room and wonder why I left in the first place.

To see Justine.

Dumbass subconscious.

I shake my head and pick up my phone to see I have to unread text messages. One from Jocelyn and the other from Theo. I read Jocelyn's first:

   Jocelyn: 'Hey baby. Haven't got a call or text from you in a while? Hopefully you didn't find business elsewhere ;)

I roll my eyes, extra annoyed with her message. Did I really call her that much that she's wondering where I've been now? I shake my head and read Theo's next.

   Theo: 'Can't wait for our pick up in 2 days. Thanks for being so generous. We will take very good care of Justine..'

I growl at the text and throw my phone at the wall.

Take care of her my fucking ass.

I get up and pace my room. I don't want to do something rash, but I need to release the anger I feel. I storm out of my room and to Isaiah's fucked up room. He jumps at the sight of me and snorts.

"What the fuc-" I cut him off by punching a huge gaping hole in the wall by his closet. I breathe heavily and pull my hand out of the hole, ignoring the throbbing pain. I snap my head towards and he's looking at me with confusion. I turn and leave his room without a word.

Before walking back to mine, Stokeley's door opens and he's guiding a half sleep Justine in the hall. I stop and it feels like my heart and lungs do too. She rubs her eyes, oblivious to me being right there. I keep my eyes on her face as Stokeley talks.

"Did you just punch a hole in the wall? And excuse us, I need to escort sleeping beauty to the bathroom." He pats Justine's head, that is now wobbling around and I frown.

"What the fuck is wrong with her?" I stare at her confused and he laughs.

"Nothing. She's lazy and wanted me to walk her to go pee, cause she was too tired to get up herself. Don't worry, I'm not watching her pee. No need to feel jealous." He smirks at me and I grit my teeth, walking away from them fast. I disappear behind my closed door and pick up my phone. I open the message and reply to Jocelyn:

Me: 'Nah. Never can I find anyone else. Come over in 30 minutes.'

I hover my finger over the send button and my subconscious chimes in like always.

You don't want Jocelyn. You want Justine. Stop torturing yourself and stop being so damn stubborn.

I groan loudly to myself and exit out the message. I sit the phone back on my nightstand and lay down on my bed. Maybe if I just close my eyes and sleep for two days straight, I can sleep pass the day where Justine leaves. I roll over and huff into a pillow.

Yeah, I wish. I also wish she didn't invade my nightmares, lighting them up and giving me enjoyable dreams for the first time in 16 years...

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