Namor looked at himself in the bathroom mirror shaking his head at his appearance. He went back to his room and looked at the collared shirt on the bed. Namor looked down and smoothed out his dress pants. He wiggled his toes in his dress shoes feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Again he shook his head and looked at himself in the bed room mirror. Namor glared at the flowers on his bed and picked them up. He held them in his hand, weighing them. Wondering if he should bring them, if they were "too much" or to keep them home.

"Fuck it." He muttered out loud and kept them as he left his bed room.

"Bye mom!" He called out and locked the door.

His gang buddies saw him walking and teased and cheered him.

"Whooooo Namor, gotta hot date with your girl friend?" One teased.

They laughed and shook their heads knowing it couldn't have been the girl on the bus.

"I bet he's trying to bag some rich white bitch." One member said to another.

They called out to Namor.

"Yeah Namor, get you a rich bitch. Send her back here if she has a sister. We want in too!" One said.

They laughed and fist bumped one another at the joke. Namor shook his head and kept walking. He kept walking until he reached Shuri's upscale neighborhood. He walked passed the well managed lawns. He walked pass his own people tending to those lawns looking like servants. He growled to himself at the sight. Not like he was one to judge. At least they were making legitimate money where as he was selling anything and everything.

Finally he reached her door, a fancy wooden door with gold trim and a frosted stained glass window at it's center. He hid the flowers behind his back and extended his hand to ring the door bell. An older woman answered and he assumed it was her mother. She looked at the neat kid up and down.

"May I help you?" She asked.

"I'm a friend of Shuri's. We're in the same study group at school. I was wondering if she were home so I could speak to her?" He asked with all his charm.

The woman smiled and called into the house. She could hear Shuri yell from somewhere in the house that she was on her way. Her mother smiled at the handsome boy as they both waited.

"Ah. There you are." Her mother said and gave her a kiss on the cheek as she stepped aside and retreated into the house, leaving the two alone.

Shuri's eyes narrowed at the sight of Namor. She didn't even take him in or his appearance.

"You gotta lot of nerve showing up here!" She said angrily.

"I just wanted to talk to you. To apologize. I shouldn't have-" He began but she cut him off.

"You know what, save it! Don't ever come here. Don't ever talk to me again. You got that?" She hissed.

"Look, I know-" She cut him off again.

"No, you don't know. Fuck you, Namor!" Shuri said and with that, slammed the door in his face.

Namor stared at the door in sadness and disappointment. He turned around and began walking home. From a distance he heard some guys call out to him.

"Hey you! Hey kid!" One of the male voices called.

Namor ignored them and kept walking. He could hear foot steps running towards him. Before he could think or react, he was being held by one of the strong men.

"It's the guy." One guy said to the other that was holding the struggling Namor.

The guy that spoke looked at him.

"I'm T'Challa. Brother to Shuri. The guy holding you, that's N'Jadaka. My cousin." He said.

T'Challa looked at Namor.

"You've been giving my little sister some trouble haven't you?" He asked.

Namor struggled in N'Jadaka's muscular arms.

"I don't want any trouble." Namor managed.

N'Jadaka laughed and eyed T'Challa. As if knowing what to do, T'Challa punched Namor hard into the gut. Namor coughed and groaned in pain. Hard punches were sent to his stomach and chest. Then punches to his face. Namor became limp in N'Jadaka's arms. N'Jadaka let him go and Namor fell to the ground. That's when T'Challa and N'Jadaka both started stomping him with their feet.

"You stay away from Shuri, punk. You fuck with her, you fuck with us and there will be a lot more of us next time." N'Jaka said as he stomped Namor who was now cradled in a fetal position, arms over his head trying to protect himself.

N'Jadaka laughed once more when he saw the flowers which were laying on the ground. He stomped them too, tearing them apart.

"Man, Fuck your flowers." He spat and the two walked off, leaving a bruised and bloodied Namor laying on the ground.

The walk home for Namor was slow and painful. Namor held his chest wondering if there were any broken ribs. He hoped not. Not like he could really afford hospital care. His boys saw the broken Namor enter the neighborhood and erupted in laughter.

"Looks like Namor didn't get pass the rich husband." One said to the other, all loud enough for Namor to hear just like last time.

Namor ignored them once again and entered his home. The nurse who tends to his mother was already there. She saw Namor from the kitchen and hurried to him. She guided Namor to the kitchen and sat him down on a chair to look him over. She cleaned his bruises with the medical supplies she carried and then examined his chest, pressing in spots as she did so.

"Doesn't seem like anything is broken. You still should see a doctor." The nurse advised.

"You know I can't afford that." He told her.

She looked at him sympathetically. She knew of his situation which is why she never fully charged him for her visits to help take care of his mother. She would leave job applications. Applications to places that took troubled youth who had records. She always tried to encourage Namor to leave his way of life. To steer him to a better path.

"Go see my Father. He's a doctor. He won't charge you." She said and stood up from the chair she was sitting in front of him when she checked him over.

"Your mother is asleep. She's fine. You get some rest too." She suggested.

"Thank you." Namor said and didn't watch as she left the kitchen.

He heard the front door close and that's when he got up. He walked pass his mother's room and peered inside. He saw her sleeping peacefully in the bed, tv still on. He turned it off and closed her door. Then he went to the bathroom to shower. He winced in pain as the water hit his fresh wounds. He knew it was stupid. Knew it was stupid to see her, visit her.

"Fucking flowers." He muttered.

The truth is, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He wanted to see her. Wanted to talk to her. Wanted to apologize so that they could talk again. Wanted to try and date her. Everything seemed different with her so he tried to be different. Different. 'Preppy'. He thought maybe she would like that.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." He said out loud as he turned in the shower, letting the water hit his back.

Namor got out of the shower and wrapped himself up with a towel. He went to his bedroom and closed the door. Namor snatched the alternate shirt choice off his bed and threw it to the ground before laying upon his bed. Breathing caused him pain. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

A week had went by. Namor did take up the nurses offer to visit her father free of charge. The doctor, like his daughter, talked to Namor, counseled him, trying to direct him to a better way of life. The doctor knew he was a good kid who meant well if what he did for his mother was any indication. He knew he was a kid that wanted to help, not only his mother but anyone that looked like him. The doctor sighed as Namor left his office but always made sure to remind Namor that his door was always open to him.

Namor returned to his usual ways. Selling. Fucking. Going to school. Not going to school. Avoiding her.

Should have been anyway. That's what he told himself as he stared up at her bed room window. The light was on and he could hear music blasting. He found a tree near the house and climbed it. He climbed onto the window and slid it open. He had experience breaking into houses and this window wasn't even locked. Why would anyone in a fancy neighborhood worry about safety? Namor climbed inside.

Namor looked around her room. There were family pictures on cork boards on the walls. Ribbons and trophies displayed on various book shelves. Posters and girly stuff. It's what he imagined how a Princesses room would look like. Shuri was on her bed, lost in a book and didn't notice him come in or the new draft in the room. She hummed to the music and tapped her pencil against a text book.

Shuri jumped when the music stopped. She looked around and saw Namor, sitting at her comfortable computer desk chair and facing her.

"Good evening, Princess." Namor said casually as if they were on the street and as if he didn't just break into her room.

Shuri got up and walked over him, standing in front of him. She assessed his appearance. His lip had a dried blood scab on it. His face had cuts and scabs. Part of under his eye was still bruised.

"You look like shit. Fighting as usual I see." She stated unimpressed.

Namor chucked and folded his hands over his chest.

"Actually, your brother and your uncle beat me up. Told me to stay away from you." Namor said.

"And yet here you are in my room." Shuri said looking down at him.

Namor looked up.

"I missed you, Princess. I keep thinking about you." Namor admitted.

Shuri rolled her eyes.

"And why is that MY problem?" She asked.

"Because thinking about you keeps making me like this." Namor pointed to the bulge of his crotch.

When Shuri didn't react, he thought of the former virgin and decided to explain further. Explain further by unbuttoning his pants and freeing his straining cock.

"Oh my god!" Shuri exclaimed and looked away.

Namor studied her.

"Are you ashamed at what you do to me?" He asked, his voice softer.

Shuri still didn't look. Namor spoke again.

"So you've felt cock, MY cock but you haven't SEEN one?" He asked curiously.

"That's not something I….." Shuri stammered. "That's not something I just go out looking for to see." She mangaged.

"Princess, look at me. Look at my cock. Look at what made you feel that way that night." His voice was still soft as he spoke.

Shuri looked over at Namor, bandanna tied over his dark hair, hoodie hitched up just a little and him, slowly jerking off his cock as he sat in her computer chair. His cock was huge and swollen. Long as he wrapped his hand around it. That is why she felt so full. That is why she felt so filled with it inside of her. She looked into his dark eyes. He was staring at her intensely, stroking his cock faster now that he had an audience. His breathing quickened and he began to moan.

"You do this to me, Princess. Every time I think of you. I can't stop thinking of you." He moaned, hand vigorously stroking his aching hard cock for some kind of relief.

Shuri didn't move but she kept watching, captivated, curious. Watching his hips jerk in pleasure. Watching the pleasure fill his face. Watching his eyes on her knowing what naughty things his hand was doing.

"Remember when I used my mouth on you, Princess?" He moaned out his question.

Shuri nodded yes to his question in reply.

"Use your mouth on ME." Namor whispered.

Shuri took a step closer.

"How?" She asked genuinely not knowing what to do.

"Kneel in front of me." He commanded but his voice was gentle. Shuri did as she was told.

"Now take me into your mouth." He said afterwards.

Shuri leaned up and positioned her mouth over his cock.

"Wait!" He said and placed a hand upon her head.

"Give me your hand." He instructed and reached out.

Shuri gave him her hand and he took it. His hands were surprisingly soft and smooth. He gently folded down her fingers until he had one finger remaining. He took that finger into his mouth, gently sucking and licking it.

"You feel that? All you feel is my mouth and me sucking you. No teeth. Just my mouth and tongue. Do that with yours ok?" He returned the finger to his mouth and sucked, bobbing his head back and forth.

"Do that but on my cock." He told her.

Shuri nodded and positioned her head back over his cock. She licked her lips and opened her mouth as wide as she could, taking him in. She loved the moan and hiss she heard as soon as his cock entered her hot wet mouth. She liked it. Loved it. Wanted to hear more of that sound. She traced his hard shaft with her tongue, exploring it's shape and skin. She could hear him moan more and more as she traced her tongue around the head of his cock, exploring the crown and it's shape. She licked and sucked on it, deciding that his head was her favorite part.

Her mouth made a popping sound as she sucked and pulled his cock out of her mouth. He was big before and even bigger now. She grabbed his shaft.

"Gently." He whispered and took her hand.

He wrapped her hand around his shaft and wrapped his hand over top of hers. Guiding her, he began stroking his cock.

"Like this." He whispered and guided her hand up and down.

He let go and Shuri continued on her own, stroking his cock. His cock filled her hand and she heard him moan. She took his cock again into her hot mouth, this time, her hand still stroking him as she licked and swirled her wet tongue around his mushroom cap head.

"Fuck." She could hear him moan.

His moans were delicious and filled her ears. She bobbed her hot mouth up and down on his cock, sucking and slurping as she did so. Then she gagged and moved her head away with a cough. Namor couldn't help but smile.

"Don't try to take all of me in, Princess. You can't."

"Why not?" She asked disappointed.

"I'm too big for you to do that." He replied.

"Let me try." Shuri said determined and took his hard cock back into her hot mouth.

She gagged all around it. He watched, his hand gently in her hand as she adjusted herself and her position around it. Shuri relaxed her throat and took him in deeper. This caused an even more lengthy moan from his mouth. Shuri continued, sucking and taking in his cock, that huge hard length making her lips sore.

"Keep it up, Princess. You're going to make me cum." He moaned.

She kept going. Going with her hand, stoking his massive length. Her mouth, sucking and licking any exposed part her hand didn't cover.

"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Princess!" He urged but Shuri still kept going.

His hips bucked and he came, filling her mouth with hot cum. Shuri sucked it out of him and she could hear his hands squeeze the arms of the chair. She could hear his harsh breathing. Only then did she decide to stop. She pulled up and away, her mouth still with the cum inside. Namor looked at her, still panting and breathing hard.

"You can swallow it or spit it out. Most girls-" He began and then cried out.

Shuri had leaned forward and spat it all into his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK PRINCESS!" He yelled, wiping his face with his hoodie sleeve.

"What? You would have avoided me anyway after that you fucking asshole!" Shuri said proud of herself and of his outrage.

Namor pushed her aside and stood up, pulling up his pants and buttoning them.

"Fuck you, Princess! Fuck you!" He cursed.

"That's what you get. Fucking asshole. Now get out of my room!" Shuri demanded and pointed to the window he had climbed through.

Namor glared at her and walked to the window. He glared at her one more time before climbing out of it and disappearing into the night.

There was no interaction between the two after that. Shuri moved on with her life, focusing on her school work and ignoring him. There was one thing he did, and she'd give him that, and that was awaken her interest in boys. Before, she never really paid attention to them or dated. Thanks to Namor, he did awaken needs inside of her. Needs that she wanted a GOOD boy to address.

She started to dress differently. Gone were the baggy clothes and sweat suits to stylish outfits that were feminine and accentuated her body. Namor noticed this. All the boys noticed this. Namor hated every minute of it. He saw a love struck puppy dog talking to Shuri at her locker. He was smiling and leaning close, trying to gain her favor.

She never smiled like that with him. Never laughed like that with him.

Namor snapped.

He moved away from where he was standing, walking straight towards the two engrossed in conversation. Without even announcing himself, Namor grabbed the guy by the arm and shoved him down. The boy's book bag and books flew against the ground as he landed. Namor pounced into action, kicking the boy's body as he lay there on the ground.

"Fight! Fight!" The kids chanted and took out their cell phones to film.

Namor stomped the boy. Stomped him with pure rage and fury.

"Don't you look at her! Don't you ever look at her! Don't you fucking touch her! She's mine you hear me, mine!" Namor growled, stomping and kicking the bloodied and bruised boy.

Male facility came running down the halls. Many had to restrain Namor, holding the enraged boy down as they got the poor victim out of the way.

Namor was suspended.

Weeks went by. Namor puffed on his cigarette as he stared up at Shuri's window. With one final puff for confidence he threw out his cigarette and climbed the tree. He was amazed that she still didn't lock her window.

Shuri heard him this time and sat up on her bed, arms crossed and waiting for him. Namor looked at her once inside.

"Princess." He addressed her.

Shuri stood up and walked over to him. "So I'm yours apparently?" She asked.

Namor closed the gap between them, moving closer and pulling her into him by wrapping his arms around her.

"Yes." He whispered.

"You are mine. I am yours. I'm always yours." He whispered.

It was as if his brain had stopped working when he spoke. Words he wouldn't say normally to anyone, let alone a girl.

Shuri could see that he wanted to kiss her. She could see how he was staring at her lips. Shuri smiled and kissed him first. Namor moaned into her mouth, placing his hand upon the back of her head and deepening the kiss. He walked forward, causing Shuri to stumble backwards and onto the bed. He climbed on top of her and continued to kiss her, grinding his hard cock against her through his clothes as he did so.

The making out seemed to last forever. Once he was sure her pussy was drenched did he take off her bedtime shorts and panties. He freed his throbbing cock with one hand from his pants and slid deep inside of her warm wet pussy. Shuri arched her back and moaned as she wrapped her arms around him.

How did this keep happening? Him? His cock? His lips all over her dark skin? His lips crashing into hers and kissing, endless kissing? God she wanted him. She couldn't deny it. All the things he made her feel. The way he made her body feel. Those skilled hands knowing how to touch her. Touching her like no other.

Namor pulled away when he felt Shuri push him gently. She pushed him with her arm, guiding him down against her bed. She then climbed on top of him, spitting into her hand and then wrapping it around his hard cock. Namor moaned and bucked, feeling Shuri twist and stroke, something she never did before.

Then an even louder moan escaped his lips as she mounted him, sliding his cock into her pussy and sitting on his lap. Namor grabbed her hips and she began ridding him up and down, sliding her wet pussy up and down his cock.

There was that look again. That soft look in his eyes. Namor reached up and puller her down by her shirt and kissed her. He kept her there, thrusting his cock up into her so that they wouldn't lose momentum. He pulled away and looked at Shuri, her face so close to his. He wanted to say something. He wanted to say it. Fuck he wanted to say it. Her. My god, her. Namor closed his eyes and resisted any stupid urges from his stupid mouth.

Namor listened to her moans as she rode his cock. He opened his eyes, watching her, her face relaxed with pleasure. That's when a thought came to mind and he spoke out loud.

"Where did you learn how to do this?" He asked the former virgin.

The one who never had cock before him. The one that didn't even know how to do a blow job now riding him like a pro.

He grew angry when she didn't answer. Now the anger was in full force in his voice.

"I'm going to ask you again, WHERE DID YOU LEARN THIS, Princess?" He asked, his hands now gripping her hips harder and stilling her on his cock so that she wasn't moving anymore.

"Not from you." She said with a tone almost mocking.

RED.

He saw red. He grabbed her by the throat, flipping her over and onto the bed. He squeezed and heard her cough and plead with him. Her hands punched the arm that was against her throat and he let go.

Shuri coughed but was smiling. This made him even more angry.

"I fucking hate you." He hissed and climbed out of her window.

Heartbroken.

As he was walking in the shadows of the house, he saw an expensive car pull up. He stopped and hid near a bush and watched the car pull up to Shuri's house. He watched as a man exited the car and went to the door.

"Shuri, your boyfriend is here." He heard from the distance.

It was the boy. The same boy he had stomped into oblivion at the school. He was the one that won her affections.

His heart broke even more. His body began to shake with rage. Namor navigated the dark spots of the neighborhood and made his way home.

He was angry. So very angry. He kept hearing Shuri's mother in his head announce her boyfriend's arrival.

"Boyfriend? Boyfriend." Namor spat as he made his way home.

The word left his mouth with disgust. He imagined what it would be like if it were him in the fancy car. Him picking up Shuri and her mom announcing HIM as her boyfriend. He liked it. More than he wanted to admit to himself, he liked it. He stopped walking and realized he was jealous. He was actually jealous.

Namor shook his head at the thoughts and started to walk again. He reminded himself that the Princess was just a play thing. A play thing. A play thing he had to resits the urge of saying 'I love you' and dismissed it as heat of the moment urges. A play thing he didn't want to see with anyone else but him. A play thing that he was willing to change for, straighten up his act for. At least his clothes anyway.

"A play thing." He told himself as he finally got to his neighborhood.

He walked up to his boys who did their usual greetings followed by teasing. He ignored their friendly teasing as usual and returned to his home. He checked in on his mom before closing his bedroom door and taking off his clothes. He got into bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking of Shuri and her stupid boyfriend.

"Two can play that game." He thought and fell asleep.

He watched them from the halls as soon as he was allowed back into school. Watched. Glared. Take your pick. He did both. The chatter of his boys was drowned out as he watched Shuri and her boyfriend from across the hall. He got distracted when he heard a group of girls giggling and looking at him. Namor looked them over and noticed a tall busty looking one wearing a skirt. He pointed to her and motioned her to 'come here.'

The girl looked as if she won the Ms America Pageant. Her eyes grew wide and she was all smiles. Her girl friends stared in awe and wide eyed. To be picked by Namor. Handsome Namor. Bad boy Namor. No girl has ever gotten picked by him. The girl walked up to him and smiled.

"You like what you see?" He asked her, referring to himself. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Great." He replied. "You're my girl friend now." He told her.

The girl looked back towards her friends who were now all staring with their jaws dropped. The girl looked back and was still smiling. Wider this time.

"Come here and make out with me." He told her and pulled her close. She was more than eager and willing to do so.

Namor placed both hands on her ass and began to kiss her. His boys laughed, thinking nothing of it and some made kissy faces. Shuri looked over when she heard the commotion. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Namor making out with the chesty girl with the huge ass and skirt.

"Disgusting." She commented.

Her boyfriend looked at her and then looked towards the direction she was looking. The boy didn't want to admit but after his encounter with Namor, he was scared of him. Shuri bumped his shoulder as she moved pass him and towards Namor. Her boyfriend stood back, not wanting to get close. Shuri powered walked towards the couple who was kissing one another passionately.

One of Namor's boys spoke out. "Bro, your jealous ex is coming over here."

Namor broke away to see a glaring Shuri heading towards them. He made sure to keep his new girl close to him, his hands resting snugly on her shapely ass.

"May I help you, Princess?" Namor said looked bothered and disturbed.

"You can't do that in the halls." She informed.

"What?" He looked at his girl and brought up his hand, running his fingers along the breast through her top.

"I can't publicly show affection to the girl I love? Since when is loving someone a crime here?" He asked.

The girl beamed and began touching Namor, kissing his beard along his cheek.

"No, you can't. Not like that on school property." Shuri replied.

The girl glared and pulled away from Namor.

"You sound jealous. Don't you have some nerd meeting to attend to? This is my man and-"

"Shut up." Namor and Shuri both said in unison and cut her off, not taking their heated eyes off one another.

Namor and Shuri continued to stare at one another. Stared into one another. The girl looked from Namor and Shuri confused.

"Babe, I'm going to go." She said and walked off, joining her girls and looking back at the two who were still facing off.

Shuri's boyfriend finally came over. He gently took his girlfriend's hand.

"Babe, it's time to go." He said softly, not making eye contact with the dangerous Namor.

Shuri turned to her boyfriend and gave him a deep and passionate kiss right in front of Namor. She smiled at her boyfriend.

"I was just thinking that. I love how we're so in sync all the time. I love that about you. Come on, lets go." She said and made sure to give Namor a 'fuck you' stare as they walked off.

Her boyfriend held her hand as they walked through the school. He glanced at her a few times. Her face was still twisted in anger. She wasn't her usual chatty self.

"I wonder about you two." He said walking with her.

"What?" Shuri asked in shock and she stopped walking.

"You get into a mood every time he's near or even mentioned. I can't put my finger on it." He explained.

Shuri could feel her body growing hot with even more anger.

"What are you insinuating?" She said through gritted teeth.

Her boyfriend shook his head trying to make sense of what he's about to say.

"It's as if you two like one another. Something. Foreplay? I don't know. It's like an electricity between you to. It doesn't feel like hate." He replied.

"What the fuck!" She yelled and pushed him. Out ragged, she stormed off without him.

Meanwhile down the hall a boy rushed to Namor.

"Bro! Bro! I think that bus chick broke up with her boyfriend." He said.

Namor leaned away from the wall and closer to the boy.

"Why do you say that?" He asked interested.

The boy started talking with his hands as he explained.

"They were arguing in the halls. She pushed him and stormed off. She looked hella pissed bro."

Namor slipped him some money.

"Thanks for telling me. Keep me posted." Namor said.

Watching her. Namor was always watching her.