Tough Love

2. D

*~. Aya Weathers .~*

I dreaded going into work today. Christopher was nothing like I expected him to be. Much more rude and immature than I was hoping. It honestly vexes me that we literally got nothing done on Saturday. He didn't bother calling me back on Sunday because I threatened to kill him for waking me up at 2 in the morning, most definitely intoxicated, slurring on his words, to ask me if I wanted to slide to his crib for a threesome. Either his girlfriend was slow, drunk, or she wasn't in the room because I wish a nigga would. 

"Look who's here." Chris said as I entered the studio. I gave him an intimidating glare, indicating that I wasn't in the mood for bullshit today.

"Did you do what I asked?" I set my computer bag down on the coffee table and sat at the couch across from Chris.

"Hell no." He answered truthfully.

"Why am I not surprised?" I sighed deeply, removing my laptop from the bag and powering it on.

"I told you I wasn't doing that shit." 

"Okay, Christopher." I rolled my eyes, going to my files.

"What is your problem, shorty? Like on some real shit."

"Define 'problem'." I didn't look up to face him as I searched for one of my drafts.

"Ever since you came here you had this ugly ass attitude towards me. Why?"

"Ever since I came here you've only given me reasons to not want to stay. You're horrible at first impressions." I told him honestly. I don't need to sugarcoat his feelings, he's not my friend.

"What was your first impression of me then?" He pushed more and more questions onto me.

"You were unnecessarily rude, stuck up, immature, a douchebag, and didn't care about anyone but yourself. I'm using past tense, but I still feel this way." I shrugged, opening the file I was looking for.

"Not true at all. None of it. If I didn't care, why would I offer to take you out? A guy who doesn't care wouldn't ask you on a date." Chris argued.

"In the same sentence you said I had a stick up my ass and tried to get me to be your booty call. On top of that, that's disrespectful towards your girlfriend and you acted like it wasn't a problem." I finally looked up to face him. His brows were furrowed deep enough to darken his brown eyes. It was kind of attracti- Don't even do it.

"It was a fucking joke! That's the fucking problem with you now, you take everything so seriously." He raised his voice.

"Don't yell at me. You take everything as a joke. My job ain't no joke." I controlled my temper the best I could, but he was pushing it.

"You need to lighten up. You ain't cracked not one joke on me since you came here. You're being lame as hell."

"You're constantly being so fucking childish, this is why we can't get anything done, Christopher." I was beginning to get aggravated. He was really coming for my character.

"I don't take everything as a joke. I know when it's time to be serious. That doesn't mean that I need to be a hardass all the damn time." That one struck a nerve.

"I'm a hardass, Chris? I asked you to do ONE simple task, and you completely gave me an 'I don't care attitude'. Do you know how bogus that is?" It was taking every nerve, every muscle, every bone, every red blood cell in my body not to jump over this table and beat his dumb ass.

"It's not that I don't care, you care way too much." 

"You need to understand that you already have it all. Me? I don't. I'm not living in a million dollar home. I haven't made platinum records, I haven't won awards for shit. You can quit this shit anytime and it won't even matter. I haven't even gotten the chance to start. Songwriting for you is my chance, and you're blowing it! That's selfish as fuck, dude."