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Chapter Six
Something was starting to happen between Huey and Sirayah, and she could feel it. Or should it be said something was already happening. Seems like after every heated debate they'd have, it'd turn into a heated make out session. Everything seemed to happen so fast once she got back home, from school to her personal life. It was thrilling but scary at the same time. She's never been around someone like Huey before; he was a being she thought that'd exist in an African folk tale or something. She couldn't explain it, but he had a force that pulled her like no other, she would often think he didn't even have to try to attract her, he simply did.
All sorts of emotions would overcome her when he was around her: anxiousness, nervousness, unease and longing. It didn't take her long to see he liked to toy with emotions. She got so angry at him when he said death is natural, why be so upset? She went on to explain that death shouldn't break the bonds that the deceased made with those who were still on earth. He was also a total sadist, she couldn't believe her ears the day Kasey was raving about some kid who got a whooping for posting fake thug shit on Facebook.
'I know this is wrong, I shouldn't take joy in someone's misery…but I'm so happy that boy got his ass whooped. That was some good parenting, more black men need to stay in they kids' lives!"
'Who told you that?' Kasey looked at him like he was stupid.
'It was all over YouTube! You haven't seen it?'
'No, I meant who told you it was wrong to have joy at someone's misery?'
'…'
Spoken like a true sadistic young man. That was kinda scary…she had to admit. Yeah the boy was wrong, but to take delight in his pain...was a bit much. Of course she knew Huey didn't care, so she never even bothered to say anything. He was still on about his Revolutionizing America and whatnot. Oh, how she would hate it when he would argue with her about politics. She one day gave in and told him she doesn't have a side of government. She didn't trust any of it, she really doesn't. If there are two things Sirayah hated to talk about, it was certainly politics and religion. Sirayah was glad that as a long as religion wasn't brought up, she was spared a rant and story from Huey. Little did she know…that would come out around Christmas time.
As much as an energy sapper that man was, she has gotten use to it. It was understood that he was all about being blunt, not really giving a fuck about feelings. But she would always ask herself…what were they? She liked him, despite everything, she did like Huey Freeman. His kisses were like fire to her soul, whom wanted to be scorched by him every time. His kisses were always dominant and so full of passion; she thought she'd suffocate from it. But were they together?
'I don't want anything to do with love'
So was he using her? Or was he lying? She'd hope the neither. She wanted to think she gotten through to him after all this time, but she was scared she hasn't. Ugh, this is why her room is never a good place for her when she's by herself. She thinks too long and hard. She was done with her homework and was now stretched across the bed. Kasey came in after knocking.
"Hey! Uhh…you made some female friends yet?" Sirayah looked at her cousin puzzled.
"…No not really, why?"
"Well… Caesar I and want to have some alone time." She winked.
"Ew. I have no where to go." She moaned as she rolled over.
"Oh well, you're just gonna have to hear us. I'm horny Kase, let's go. She's a big girl, she can handle it." Ceez said in the hallway, making Sirayah shoot up in her bed.
"I do NOT want to hear you guys…do it." She whispered the last part. It didn't take her to also learned Huey wasn't a virgin as she so idiotically thought before…but…she was. She's glad Kingston didn't rape her for all those months he had her captive. Not even wanting to think about that, she sighed.
"Call Huey." He suggested.
"Why would I call him? He's asleep, and it's too late at night to be over a guy's house." Kasey and Caesar looked at her with blank expressions.
"Ya-Ya…honey…you still have your V-Card?" Caesar sat on her bed, looking shocked, but he was SO interested. Blushing, she nodded.
"Well…can't wait for you to star in 40 Year Old Virgin 2!" She hit him as he jumped off the bed laughing.
"But no, we weren't trying to set you up with a booty call with the guy, just stay over at his house till morning." He nodded. Kasey raised an eyebrow.
"Ehhh…now that I think about it, maybe not." But it was too late, Caesar called him. Gasping, Sirayah leaped to her feet and tried to stop the tall dreaded man.
"Hello? Hey nigga, you sleep? Nah, say…let Ya-Ya stay with you. Me and my fiancée want some…us time." He whistled afterwards.
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO GET ME!" she screamed in the phone. He looked down at her.
"He said he was on his way, get your stuff ready." Kasey hit his arm.
"Whaa?" he asked innocently. She begrudgingly got her stuff together; she was still wearing her night attire, which were some black yoga pants with a fitted gray tank. She threw on her white cotton hoodie and slipped on her black slippers. She packed her essentials and her school outfit and grabbed her school bag and went downstairs and waited on the couch. Fiddling nervously with her phone, it then beeped with a text.
'I'm outside.'
Heat began to flood her cheeks. Gripping onto her bags, she stopped at Kase and Ceez who were at the door.
"You two have fun." She said sarcastically.
"You two have fun." Caesar said smiling. God, sometimes this dude really thought he was funny.
"Ass." Sirayah rolled her eyes playfully and went outside. Huey was standing out on the porch and grabbed her stuff out her hands and walked to his car. Once putting her things in the back seat, he was back in. Sirayah followed suit.
"Thank you chauffeur for carrying my bags." She smiled, he just snorted. It was like normal. Sighing, she laid back in the car seat. She watched as lights flew by…it was beginning to make her really sleepy. She felt her eyelids grow heavy. At a stop light, Huey turned to see Sirayah sleep, chest evenly going up and down. Her snores were faint, but she was snoring. Her lips were parted slightly, and her long eyelashes rested on her eyes. Even in sleep she was beautiful. She was asleep the whole ride. Once he reached his home, he softly turned her head and placed a kiss on her lips, waking her.
"We're here." He said. Her cheeks were a light pink as she nodded. Her mind was too clouded with sleep to react. Huey opened the door on her side and picked her up bridal style.
"Oh you don't have to." She said in a tired voice.
"Shhh." He walked up to his door. He fidgeted under leg, but he did manage to open the door, once inside, he went right to his room and put Sirayah down in his bed.
"Don't worry about your stuff, I'll get it." She nodded. She was fully awake now, staring up at the ceiling. He had a nice place. And his room was so clean, spacious, and smelled of him. Oh…his room smelled too good. She turned to his big windows that were draped by horizontal blinds. She loved horizontal blinds. His bed was made of black bed sheets, and the pillows were ultra soft. The rush of being in his room woke her, and she was almost startled when he came in. She watched as he put her bags down next to his closet door. He took off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head, now only wearing his gray sweat pants. Shutting her eyes and rolling over, she felt her stomach coil with a feeling she's never had before. She knew if she stared at his muscular body for too long…that feeling would escalate. She slowly sat up.
"I'll go ahead and sleep on the couch." She tried to leave the bed, but Huey climbed on top of her, pinning her there. He took her jacket off and pulled her hands over her head, gripping her wrists mildly. That coiling in her stomach began to bubble up. He brushed his lips against hers.
"Why would you do that? Afraid of me?" His voice was smooth with so much bass. She whimpered at the contact. She had to say something before he was able to put her under his spell once more.
"Huey…what are we?" she bit out. His wine eyes continued to look at her unfazed, like he was trying to make her forget what she just asked.
"We're two black people."
"…That's so not what I meant." She said flatly. He sighed and got off of her. She sat up, preparing for the worst.
"You've been using me, have you? Go on. You always say you don't want love but you never seem to reject-" she was caught in another spell binding kiss. Once the kiss was broken, he answered.
"No." Her heart was still racing.
"I am attracted to you, I do want you…but I don't think I can love you." She remained silent. What was she to think? She'd rather take the honesty, than for him to lie. Though sometimes, a lie could be nice.
"It hurts doesn't it? Makes you feel like you were used doesn't it?" She hates it when he asks those mind-games like questions, ultimately toying with her.
"The truth hurts…I…I guess that's why people would rather hear lies. But I'd rather be given the truth…no matter how mean it could be." She was still staring at her knee…she couldn't look at him…not because she was mad…but because she'd see something she could never have.
"You're just saying that to make yourself feel better."
"You think so? Well…maybe you're right, like always. Your words can cut like a knife Huey, but you can't cut me enough that I can't heal from it." And that was the truth. She knew she could comfort herself better than anyone else. She stood to leave but Huey grabbed her wrist.
"No." she said, but he tugged her back down.
"Yes. I need you."
"You need someone to mentally and emotionally abuse."
"No, I need someone to teach me to love." Her head spun to him so fast, she thought she broke her neck.
"You didn't hear me. I said I don't think I can love you…I can think it, but that can't make it impossible. What happened to that hopeful bullshit you spat at me?" She continued to stare at him.
"Don't you ever think a lone wolf yearns for the warmth of another sometimes?" he asked her.
"…I wouldn't know…do they?" he answered her by pulling her back into his fiery kisses. He laid her down as the kiss deepened. He traveled down to her neck, sinking his teeth into it. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming to her as she released a moan. She didn't want to take anything further after that, so he just held her in his sleep. He very well could love her, he didn't want to admit it, but he knew it could happen. She was going further in his heart than Jazmine ever could. Or could it be…that it already happened…he already fell head first in love, but just refused to see it?
He'll never tell...for now.
R&R!
