Flashbacks

She remembered the first time she saw him. He was glaring at her from across the hallway outside the school principals office. Chairs were lined up outside the principals office so that they could be called inside to talk when ready. Shuri was one of those people. Apparently so was Namor. Namor all bruised and banged up. Most likely got into another fight.

He glared at her intensely from the other side of the hall. Then he got up, walked over to her and sat in the empty chair right beside her. She avoided his eyes. He was still glaring at her. This time, glaring at her side profile instead of head on. Finally, he spoke.

"I know you." He stated

Shuri didn't acknowledge him or reply. She just kept staring forward. He continue to stare. He said it again.

"I know you."

Shuri snapped her head at him.

"You don't know me. You don't talk to me. You don't know me."

Namor chuckles.

"Oh but I do. You live in my neighborhood. You're was a pretty pretty princess girl that lives in that Wakanda neighborhood. "

Shuri's dark brown eyes narrow at him.

"So you know where I live. So what? Still, don't talk to me." She said.

Shuri knew him somewhat. She had seen him around her neighborhood. She would see him with his gang buddies smoking on the corner and doing what looks like selling drugs. She would also see girls, all types of girls in the neighborhood, very frequently. Girls she didn't know. Ones with the giggles and being all over him. Yeah. She didn't want that type of person to be talking to her. Therefore she told him not to talk to her.

Namor's deep brown eyes continued to stare at her and Shuri felt her blood boiling. She looked away and stood up. She took a seat across the hall and away from him. He stared at her across the hall from his new seat to his old seat. A smirk formed at the corner of his lips.

"Never expected Miss Goody two shoes to be in here. What did you do? Get an F on your science paper?" He teased.

She ignored it. She ignored him. Tried to. He chuckled and began tapping his foot anxiously against the ground. She looked at that and then a smirked of her own tugged at her lips.

"Oh? Scared to see the principal? I figured you guys are best friends considering you're in there all the damn time."

It was his turn to glare at her. Seeing that she was having an affect on him she continued.

"Looks like mama's boy is gonna get in trouble again. Your mom's probably going to spank you." She teased him.

At the mention of his mother, Namor got up silently and left the whole hallway.

That was encounter number one.

Shuri rode the bus to school and back. She usually sat in the back or the middle, placing her book bag on the outside of the seat just so no one would sit with her. One day she notices Mr. Trouble himself getting onto the bus. Something she hadn't seen in a while. That's because he would often cut classes or not go all together.

As he walked down the bus aisle, his gang buddies gave him high-fives and knuckle bumps in greeting. He smiled back at them and returned the gestures. He stopped walking and looked down at her when he got to her seat. She stared out the window and did not acknowledge him. That's when he did something unexpected. He grabbed her book bag and sat in the seat next to her in it's place. Holding her book bag now on his lap.

She glared and tried to snatch it from him.

"Do you mind?" She snapped.

He laughed softly.

"No, not at all." He answered and kept her book bag in his lap.

Just then one of his buddies climbed into the seat in front of them and with his front leaning on the back of the seat facing them, he peered into the seats below. He greeted Namor with a fist bump and then proceeded to beg for smokes. Namor pulled one out of his bandanna and took cash in exchange for it. Shuri shook her head as she watched the whole thing.

"Pathetic." She commented.

Namor looked at her. "You got something against somebody making money?" He questioned.

"Yeah, when it's not a real job." She replied.

"Yeah, well not everyone's royalty, Princess." He countered.

Shuri rolled her eyes and looked out of the window for the duration of the ride home. They came to the last stop. The last of the students emptied out of the bus. Only then did Namor stand up, handing Shuri her bag and allowing her off the bus.

He watched as she walked home.

That was the beginning of many stupid bus encounters. Encounters. Harassment's. Whatever you wanted to call it. Interactions that annoyed Shuri pretty much all the time.

She thought that if she start at sitting in the very front of the bus he would leave her alone. That was not the case. Namor would snatch her book bag and sit in the spot where it was next to her. Namor's gang buddies would tease them.

"Oooh, Namor is sitting next to his little girlfriend." One said and made kissy faces from the back of the bus.

Shuri turned around and shouted. "He's NOT my boyfriend!"

The boys all laughed. "Hey Namor, she likes you." One said. Everyone knew she hated him.

Shuri growled and turned around in her seat. As usual, she didn't look at him or speak to him.

There were days when he didn't ride the bus due to skipping classes. Those were the only days Shuri found peace. On the days she didn't see him on the bus she would still see him when she got off. He often would stand with his gang buddies near a light pole close to the bus stop, smoking and wearing his hoodie. He would put out his cigarette and follow her home after he saw her get off the bus. Following at a distance to be known but far enough away to not be a threat.

This annoyed her greatly. EVERYTHING he did annoyed her greatly. One day she stopped walking in the middle of walking home and so did he. She turned around and stomped up to him.

"Why are you following me home?!" She demanded.

Namor shrugged.

"I want to make sure you get home safe your majesty." Namor said and bowed at her mockingly.

Shuri rolled her eyes and turned her back to him, continuing her walk home.

Namor became a presence, an annoying silent presence. If he wasn't bothering her on the bus, he was watching her walk home which bothered her. The behavior extended to the school as well. She would see him near the lockers, smiling and talking to his boys, greeting one another with hand shakes, stealthily sliding things into pockets and making trades. He would make eye contact with her some of those times, winking at her and causing her to roll her eyes. Always watching but not too near. Watching her get to her classes.

One particular day he wasn't there to meet her when she got off the bus. Shuri smiled at the thought of being able to walk home in comfort. That's when she heard moaning in the bushes on her way home. As she made her way by, the moans grew louder and louder. One could clearly hear both the man and woman moaning. Shuri quickened her pace to get by. She then heard

"Namor, wait!" From a woman.

She turned around to see Namor jogging towards her and pulling up his pants at the same time. Shuri rolled her eyes disgusted.

"Catching another STD I see?" She said as she continued to walk.

Namor smiled, falling into pace beside her.

"Nah. I never fuck them raw. One, I like my cock way too much and two, I don't want any baby mommas." He informed her.

Shuri side eyed him.

"Oh? I thought you probably had about 20 baby mommas already seeing as many girls come around here."

She could hear Namor chuckle.

"Why? Are you jealous?" He asked.

The caused Shuri to stop in outrage.

"Me? Jealous of your whores? Have you seen my house? Seen my family? Bitch please. I have nothing to be jealous about." She said and with a dismissive tone.

"You're a virgin aren't you?" He asked seriously.

Shuri looked him up and down.

"As a matter of fact, I am. Unlike you, I'm saving myself for a guy who loves me." She said and with that started her walk again.

She could hear Namor laugh.

"You know guys will say anything, even 'I love you' just to get some pussy."

"I would be able to tell and know the difference." Shuri said confidently.

Just then Namor grabbed her by the arm causing her to drop the books she'd been carrying in her hands. She crashed into his chest and he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. His face was serious as he held her. He looked down at her and looked into her dark wide eyes. With as much softness as he could muster he said…

"I love you."

He then leaned down and pressed his lips softly against hers while bringing up his hands to the sides of her face to caress her cheeks. When she gasped, he took that as an invitation and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He kissed her gently even tho she didn't kiss back, still in shock. His hands slid down her sides and fell away from her. He then laughed at her who was still staring at him in shock and in horror.

"Felt real didn't it?" He asked.

"You Monster!" She yelled and punched him in the mouth.

He brought his hand to his lip and when he pulled it away he saw blood. She was already storming off.

"Goodnight Princess!" He yelled after her.

Namor walked home, hands deep in his pockets and lost in thought. As soon as he got inside he went to the bathroom to shower and nurse his lip. He kept thinking about the kiss and what it felt like kissing her.

He had never done that before. Yes, he had kissed girls before but not like THAT. All the girls would throw themselves at him. He'd kiss them. Fuck them. It was no big deal. The kissing never meant anything. Neither did the fucking. But when kissing her….he felt something. That was the confusing part. She was warm. Soft. He didn't want to stop kissing her. It wasn't lustful kissing. It was something else. Whatever it was, he couldn't identify.

He let the warm water from the shower cascade over his hair and body as he pondered the events. The kiss was one thing. The 'I love you' was something else. He had NEVER and I mean NEVER said that to a girl before. The only person he ever said he loved was his own mother and yet, little miss spoiled brat princess got it out of him.

Namor laughed out loud as he thought about all their encounters. How he'd mess with her on the bus. Her annoyance in her eyes and tone every time they spoke. She was the reason he stopped skipping class. She was the reason he went to school.

He looked FORWARD to seeing her on the bus and messing with her. He looked FORWARD to watching her go to class and the glares she'd shoot his way in the halls as he did so. He looked FORWARD to making sure she got home safe and sometimes walking her home much to her dismay. Every interaction with her, he enjoyed, looked forward to and wanted more of.

Surely he couldn't be in love with her? He shook his head at the thought as he lathered himself with soap and began to wash. The though of such confused him. More than that, that thought scared him. He didn't like it.

Shuri was going through some inner conflict of her own. Her first kiss. She had her very first kiss and was by the last person she would have imagined. The way his lips felt. The way he looked in her. His piercing dark eyes. The way he said 'I love you.' It was as if time stood still. Shuri replayed and replayed it in her head over and over again. The way he said it. She never heard him speak like that before. The way he held her.

Shuri sighed and shook her head, dismissing her thoughts so that she could pay attention to her home work. She decided that she was going to give him a piece of her mind when she next saw him and another right hook. Shuri looked up at the clock in her bedroom and wished time would speed up so she could see him sooner.

The next day he wasn't on the bus. Nor was he at school or along the path she took when walking home. He hadn't shown up for days. She looked for him and got mad at herself for doing so. Got mad when she checked every student as they got on the bus hoping it was him. Got mad when she would scan the halls on her way to class to see if he was around. Got mad when she felt disappointed when her walks home were actually quiet. "It's Namor." She thought to herself as if trying to will herself to be disgusted by him. It would only work for a second before the kiss started to replay in her mind.

As she sat in her seat on the bus waiting for it to start so that everyone could go home, she heard an uproar from the back. Namor's boys were cheering. She looked up and saw Namor enter the bus aisle. He walked by her, fist bumping and greeting his boys, sitting with them as they patted him on the back. Namor didn't look at her. When the bus started, he wasn't there beside her.

This went on for days which started to become weeks. Namor not being his usual annoying self. Ignoring her. Leaving her alone. Not really looking at her. This is what annoyed her the most, especially after what happened. Since he wasn't coming to her, she decided to confront him. One day when the bus emptied the students at the bus stop near their homes, Shuri, instead of walking home decided to wait for Namor near the path to his.

His boys saw her waiting first and elbowed him as they walked with him.

"Ooooh, Your girl mad at you bro. You not getting any pussy tonight." One teased.

Namor shook his head, rolling his eyes and saying his goodbyes to his boys, leaving them before walking up to her, lit cigarette in hand.

"Your majesty." He said and mockingly bowed.

"Oh you're talking to me now?" She asked and started walking when she saw him start to walk down the side walk.

Namor shrugged.

"I just had a lot on my mind. Sorry Princess." He apologized.

Shuri didn't know what to say to that. They walked in silence and she realized she was walking into what she considered 'the bad neighborhood.' People were standing about all around. Loud music blasting. She could hear yelling from one house. A loud tv from another. She could even hear a baby cry. Shuri looked around.

"This is where you live?" She whispered in awe.

Namor stopped at a home. One of the front windows was boarded up due to broken glass.

"This one actually. Come in." He said after opening the door for her.

Shuri stood aside as she watched him walk inside and lock the door. He took her hand and led her to a bed room. When she looked inside she could see a woman on in the bed. Namor let go of Shuri's hand she watched as he walked to the woman's side. She watched as Namor kissed the woman's forehead and arranged her covers and pillows, making sure she was comfortable.

"Hey Mom. Sorry I'm late. Did you eat today?" He asked as he took some empty plates from her night stand.

"Yes, I did. Your sister came over today." She said from the bed.

"Good. She bathe you?" Namor asked looking her over. Namor's mother smiled. Then she noticed the door and looked towards the stranger that stood next to it.

"Namor? Who is that?" She asked with curiosity.

"Oh, that's Shuri. A classmate of mine."

Shuri walked closer and smiled at the woman in the bed.

"It's nice to meet you." Shuri said. The woman from the bed smiled.

"You look like a nice girl. I never get to meet any of Namor's girlfriends." The woman said.

That's when Namor decided the conversation was over.

"Ok mom. I'm going to put these dishes in the kitchen and take Shuri to my room so we can do homework."

The woman nodded and waved as Namor gestured Shuri out of the bed room. She watched as he entered the small cramped kitchen and put the dishes into the sink. He opened the refrigerator and got two bottled waters. Motioning with his head for Shuri to follow, they went to his bed room. He closed the door behind them.

"She's sick." He said once inside and the door closed.

He handed her the water. Shuri nodded and looked around. There was artwork on the walls. Pages from sketch pads lining the walls and held up with tape. Namor sat upon his bed as he watched her look around. He sat his bottle on the night stand.

"I don't have a sister. She thinks the nurse is my sister." Namor explained even though he wasn't prompted.

Shuri walked over to him and sat next to him on the bed. Her eyes sympathetic as she spoke to him.

"I'm sorry to hear that." She said softly.

"Her memory is slipping. There are days she doesn't even know me." He said.

His voice started to tremble.

"I can't get a job due to my criminal record. I use the drug money to…" His voice started to crack.

Shuri reached out and took him into her arms. She could hear him crying onto her shoulder. His body was shaking. She kicked off her shoes with her feet and let go briefly in order to lay down upon his bed.

"Come here." She whispered and held open her arms.

Namor kicked off his shoes and did what he was told, returning to her arms and burying his head into her shoulders so that she won't see the tears. Now knowing about his mother, Shuri felt a wave of guilt when she recalled all the 'momma's boy' jokes she kept making. She now realized that whenever she joked about his mother and Namor left, he was actually shutting down.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered, running her fingers through his dark hair and down his back.

He didn't say anything. Neither did she. They just laid there for a long time.

Namor was still. His ragged breathing from before now calm. He looked up at her and she tilted her head in his direction to meet his gaze. He turned his body and climbed on top of her, both of his arms holding himself up at her sides. There was that look again. The same look like when he kissed her. The softness in his eyes. The way he looked at her. It was as if he were looking right into her.

Slowly he moved down, allowing her time and room to protest if she wanted. She didn't. He lowed his head to her lips and kissed her gently. This time, she kissed him back. Surprising him by grabbing the back of his hand and holding him there. He broke away with a smile.

"Not too rough, Princess. When you kiss me, be gentle with your tongue. Explore my mouth. It's not a wrestling match." He instructed.

Shuri nodded in understanding and he kissed her again. This time there was not teeth clashing. The kiss, sloppy at first became fluid and in sync. He could feel her fingers in his hair. He could hear the moans in his mouth. With his knee he parted her legs and settled in between them.

Shuri gasped and broke away from his lips, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. She licked her lips and moaned. She had never felt anything like it. He was grinding his hard cock against her pussy though their jeans. She could feel him press it against her, moving his body faster and faster. Shuri opened her legs wanting to feel more, more, so much more. His lips were upon her neck licking and sucking any exposed dark skin. He could feel her claw his back and shoulder through his hoodie.

Namor leaned up and took off his hoodie and his shirt in one motion. Shuri leaned up with him and allowed him to lift her shirt over and off her head. He reached behind her and with skilled hands, removed her bra with one hand. Namor's eyes roamed over her body, feasting at her with his eyes, feasting on her exposed breasts and to her face again. He leaned down and kissed her, this time more harshly as lust was taking over and guided her back down upon the bed. He placed softer kisses down her jaw and down her neck, stopped just at her tits.

He looked up at her and watched as he squeezed and ran his thumb over a nipple. He watched as she moaned and arched her back. He wanted to see more, so much more but he had to look away. Look away because he wanted to take her into his mouth.

His mouth was hot all around. Hot. Wet. His tongue licking and flicking against her nipples. Going from each one, licking, sucking and squeezing. Shuri ran her fingers through his hair some more. More, she wanted to feel so much more. She felt his lips place more kisses down her body, down her belly and stop at her waist. He looked up as if for conformation before unbuttoning her pants and sliding them off her legs along with her panties.

He opened her legs with his hands and positioned his head in between them. He took a deep breath, breathing her in, all of her sent from her hair down there. He ran his fingers through the hair gently before using those same fingers to part the lips of her pussy.

"Relax, Princess." He whispered as the muscles in her legs tensed.

He licked his lips and closed his mouth over her pussy. His mouth was hot. His tongue was velvety soft as it licked in between her folds and all around. Shuri moaned and arched as she felt his hot wet tongue dip inside her cunt and lick her there. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. His skilled tongue licking up and down, licking her now swollen clit, pressing an flickering against it.

"You're so wet." She heard him whisper and then came another sensation she had never felt before.

He had slipped a finger inside of her, moving it in and out. Shuri's moans grew louder as he stayed on her clit. He hooked his finger, wiggling it inside of her as if motioning her to 'come here', pressing her clit more into his mouth from the inside. Shuri's breathing became ragged. Something was happening and she didn't know what. It felt as if her whole body had exploded. Her body arched up and her hips jerked. A loud lengthy moan escaped her lips. Her body convulsed and she reached down to push Namor away from her extremely sensitive clit.

She felt him move away. The heat that was radiating from his body and warming her, was now cold but only for a second. She could hear the rustle of clothing fall to the floor and then she was encased in heat again. He was on top of her, looking at her. That deep look that she had seen before. She could feel his erection press against her. She squirmed and moved her hips as if trying to put it inside of her. Namor didn't move, frozen on top of her as he took her in.

"Please." She whispered, moving her hips and rubbing her body against his hard cock from below.

"Please." Shuri whispered again.

That was all the conformation he needed before reaching down and plunging his cock deep inside of her. They both moaned into each others mouths as he leaned down and kissed her while thrusting his huge cock in and out of her hot, wet soaked pussy. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and the bed rocked as he pounded his cock inside of her.

He kept his eyes on her, watching her. He wanted to watch everything about her. He don't want to stop looking at her. Couldn't. The only time he took his eyes off of her was when they kissed.

This wasn't him. This wasn't like the other girls. With them, he didn't look at them. Didn't care to. He didn't want to look at them. Didn't want to remember them. But her…..my god her.

Her lips parted. Her eyes staring through those long lashes. The color of her skin against his. The moans she made. The feel of her pussy squeezing around his hard cock, her legs and arms wrapped around him. He was drowning in her. Drowning and he didn't want to breathe. All he saw was her.

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm going to cum!" He cursed and moaned, pulling his cock out at the last second, sending streams of hot white cum against Shuri's naked body. He moaned and leaned down, kissing her once more, softer this time, so very satisfied. He reached over and grabbed a towel he kept near his bed and wiped her skin. Then he laid down beside her and it was now him, who took her into his arms.

This felt good. Holding someone. Holding her. Usually, he'd fuck them and dip out. Telling them that he doesn't cuddle. Yet with Shuri, he laid there. He could feel himself falling asleep. That's when he felt her squirm and move out of his arms.

"I have to go." She whispered. "My family will be worried."

Namor nodded and looked at the clock. She was right. He watched as she got out of his bed and got dressed.

"Let me walk you home." He said and got up and got dressed as well.

He handed her a water and they both drank before leaving his room and leaving the home.

They walked in silence to her house in the lavish part of the neighborhood. Walking pass well manicured lawns, two and four car garages and well lit walk ways. They stopped when they reached her door step. She turned and faced him. She didn't know what to say. He looked at her. There was something on his lips that he wanted to say but didn't. He frowned and finally spoke.

"Good night, Princess." He said and did his usual mocking bow before turning away and leaving.

Namor pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it as he walked home through the neighborhood.

He kissed her like no other girl. He fucked her raw. RAW! There was no girl and I mean no girl that ever felt his dick that way. Namor puffed deeply on the cigarette. The 'I love you' and her being the only girl he said it to. Yeah it was a joke but he still said it to her. She was still the only girl and first girl he said it to so that counted for something to him.

The way they kissed, rather, the way he kissed her. How they fucked. Well that's the thing, he didn't fuck her. He didn't fuck her fuck her. He did something else. Something else the bad boy didn't want to think about because that's something the bad boy 'didn't do'. Rather that's what the told the other girls who begged for him to be their boyfriend, make love to them, stay the night, cuddle and various other things.

Namor's pace quickened as if fleeing the place. He kept thinking about how she looked. How he didn't want to take his eyes off of her.

"What the fuck?" He thought to himself. Him introducing her to his mother. The cuddling. How he wanted to say it again after he walked her home.

Namor didn't do love. Bad boys don't do love. He wasn't in love. That's what he told himself on the walk home.

Namor ignored her for months after that!