I Hate You Ch 06 Is It Love Or Lust

Chapter 6 Is it Love or Lust

{My thoughts}

[My text]

Ten years ago, the Key City Mall parking lot late in the evening on a summer Saturday night. Two Caucasian males were leaning against their car in the mall parking lot after shopping, talking before they left for some activities.

"I can't believe you broke up with that girl. You know she going to the WNBA; you fumbled the bag." Said the taller white male in a Saints football hat with a matching jersey with the number 9.

"Man, it's WNBA, and besides, she wasn't all that. She never dressed like a woman; I think she dyking on that black girl she hangs out with all the time." Said the shorter male covered in tattoos with a grill in his mouth and a polo shirt adorned with polo horsemen.

"The one with the fat ass and the bad attitude?"

"Yeah, that's the one; I'm about to slide in. Imma wait to the hit it when it all this bull shit, cool down then get up in there if you know what I mean."

"Shit let me get in too?"

"She looks like a teamster."

"Ahhh, I got to ask how she was; I know she acts uptight."

"Man, she a fish."

"Noooooo say it aint so dude."

"Yeah, man, she sat there moaning and could even take the dick."

"Hate to see it."

"Hey!" Craig calls out from the mall entrance. The two guys look at the slightly pudgy black teenager as he walks towards the cars.

"Can we help?"

"Which one of you is Ike?" He says, cutting off the taller one.

"I'm Ike," said the shorter skinny male covered in tattoos. His friends start to peel off to the left of Craig.

"I've been looking for you all damn day, dude. Ooooh, triples ds. You are a hard guy to find. Then I called in a favor from a friend of my sister; she has many friends. But this guy loves to gossip and talk shit. Luckily for me, he owed me a favor, I fixed a watch for him, but I'm spitballing." Craig said, edging his edges behind him to keep track of the other friend.

"Who the fuck are you?" Ike shouts

"Your worst fucking nightmare. " Craig says as he swings wildly at Ike, catching him off guard. Landing at least four blows to his face. Craig elbows his friend in the nose, stunning him as he approaches behind and continues to beat Ike into submission.

"You pressed the Megan Button!" Craig Screams.

"The fuck are you talking about!" Ike screams

"You shouldn't.Have.Done.That!" Ike's consciousness begins to fade from the blows. His friend feels his nose, looking at the blood in his hand. In a fury, he punches Craig from the side, hitting him in the left cheek and knocking him off Ike. He grabs Ike, puts him in his car, and they drive off.

Craig clutches his face as it starts to instantly swell up.

"Fuck the SAINTS!" Craig says, flicking off the car while leaning on the side of another person's car.

"Uhh, why the hell are you leaning on my car?" Said a lady holding a child in her arms.

"Sorry, can I just sit here for a little bit?"

"I'm calling the police."

"Whoa! Chill, I'm leaving."

-The present-

I wake up from my nightmare of the past and get some breakfast. I sit down on the couch to browse some YouTube on the TV. Keisha's door swings open, and Megan walks out in a sports bra and a thong. It was active wear one but a thong non the less. She looks over at me and starts placing a mat on the floor.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I tell her as She lays on the mat and stretches before me.

"I'm working out; what does it look like."

"Why are you dressed like that."

"Like what?"

"Like an Instagram influencer."

"Because I'm home."

"Ah, alright, well, I mean. I know you saw me looking at the tv screen. You can't do this when I'm gone?"

"This is usually my scheduled time to work out."

"The fuck you talking about, schedule? What schedule? This ain't no damn tv show. You aint got no damn regiment.

"When me and Keisha shared the apartment."

"Do I look like Kiesha? Don't answer that."

"I mean, always thought you were adopted."

"Me too, you know...what a minute." She gets up, grabs a kettlebell, and starts squatting with her back turned to me. She would hold the squat down at the bottom and pulsate. Her ass jiggling as she gyrates her hips.

"You're doing this on purpose."

"Heh, for who? You? Don't make me laugh, Craig." She says under strained breath.

"I don't like to be teased."

"Sure," she says, bending over to stretch before me. A little bit of her lower lips spilled out her thong.

"Alright, I can take a hint," I say, placing my bowl in the sink.

"Where are you going? She says with a surprised look on her face.

"I'm leaving before I do something." She smiles at me. You won't do anything but cum over yourself like last night." {Okay.}

"That's funny; you were the one that ran into Keisha's room the second we were alone."

"We're alone now, aren't we." She says now in a cat cow motion on her knees.

"Girl, I'm warning you?"

"I'm so afraid of you, I'm quaking in my sports bra" {That's it.} I dropped my pants; my dick was already fully erect from the teasing.

"Wow, such a big dick shame you don't know what to do with it." I grab her hips and smack her ass.

"Ouch, what are you doing..."

"Shut up, that's not what you said last time when I was in their guts." I push her down, push her panties to the side. I slowly move the head of my penis into her vagina, stopping.

"Quit acting like you don't want this when you are clearly wet as fuck down here."

"It's sweat" I shove my dick deep into her. She reaches back and grabs my wrist.

"Somebody clearly likes being fucked, don't they. " I say as I take deep strokes into Megan's increasingly wet vagina. Her tongues stick out of her mouth as she begins to pant between moans. "What's wrong, Lance aint fuck you good enough?"

"Shut up! And fuck me." I wrap my right arm around her throat and kiss her mouth as I dig deeper into her.

"Fuck me, Craig." She whispers to me. "Why do you feel so good? Oh my god. Your gonna make me a nut; I hate you for this." She says as he cums from my thrust, I can't keep going as her pussy grips tighter around my dick, I cum inside of her. Pinning her down as I let loose all I have into her. I release her and fall on top of her as we catch our breath.

"Don't...say... a... word? This was a business transaction." Megan lets out in tiny breaths.

"Business transactions? Wait what"

"I just needed an itch scratched."

"So, I'm a backscratcher now."

"Pussy Scratcher, actually."

"So you got STDs now."

"Shut up."

"Alright, if that's how you wanna play it," I say, getting off her and looking down at the mess I made between her legs. "Uhhh, are you on the pill?"

"Now you're concerned?"

"I'm just wondering."

"Afraid your gonna be a daddy?"

"Having a kid with you?"

"Yeah." She says, smirking at me.

"I don't know how good of a dad I would be, but I know you would be an amazing mom." Her smirk disappears into a blank expression.

"Way to ruin the moment, Craig."

"What moment?"

"Don't worry; I gotta get ready for work anyway. Also, if I am out of birth control, so if we ever do this.. never mind." She says, getting up with a hand placed underneath her vagina. "Don't look at me," she says, embarrassed by my gaze.

"What? I can't help it."

"Is this how Nyla looked a couple days ago?"

"Jealousy. I like it; it looks good on you."

"Fuck off, and you're talking about me having STDs." She says, getting into the bathroom; I needed to get ready for a meeting at the café in the mall.

"Hey, I got to shower too; I got a business arrangement to go to." She looks at me as she turns the shower on.

"Business arrangement?"

"Yeah, with Angel."

"You have a date, dweeb."

"No, it's not a date we're going to spitball ideas off each other."

"Spitball? That girl is a freak."

"Whoooa! Hey, don't talk about her like that."

"You weren't present when we talked in the auto shop. I'd be careful with Angel." She says, stepping into the bathroom to turn the shower on.

"Angel is an innocent sweetheart." She walks into the walk-in shower.

"Sure, she is; why don't you just hop in the shower with me."

"Is that a good idea?"

"Heh, you tell me, lover boy."

"Alright," I say, stepping into the shower. Megan presses her back up against the front of my body.

"Let me wash your back, turn around for me. Craig."

"Ah, alright, sure." Her hands were soft as she lathered my back, working to my chest and down to my abs.

"Already hard again, huh? Why do you have to have such a good dick?" She whispers in my ear while working her hands down to my dick.

"Is that a problem?"

"Yeah," She kisses my neck and starts to lather my penis. "Does that feel good?"

"You know it does."

"Good, I wanna see you cum. Cum for me, Craig." She whispers in my ear between playful bites. With this attention, I'm not going to last long. "I wanna see the mess this wall up like you did my vagina, baby. {Baby?}

"Meg, fuck." I could see her smiling at my pleasure as my hands were placed on the wall.

"There it is." She exclaims as I cum over the shower wall, speeding her motions as if she is trying to wring out all the semen from my body.

"Jesus," I say, catching my breath. "What was that for."

"What?"

"Why did you do that."

"Why do YOU ask some many questions? I did it because I wanted to; now clean up the wall." She hands me the detachable shower head to spray the wall down. We finish our shared shower and go our separate ways for today.

After a 15-minute drive from the apartment, I meet Angel at Major Key Mall. On the way there, I thought about Megan's words from the shower and her touch, but I pushed those things aside. I walked inside the mall. When I arrived at the cafe just inside the mall entrance, I saw Angel drinking tea in the corner of the Key Café.

"Hey, Angel. " I say as I get her table.

"Craig, you actually came!" She says, smiling and getting up and hugging me.

"Of course."

"Sorry for the Hug. That was a little..."

"It was very pleasant."

"Oh... Okay." She smiles back at me while sitting back in her chair.

"How you been, Angel?"

"Uhh, I'm good, honestly kind of nervous."

"Really! Why?"

"Well, I'm going over some of my ideas I was going to show you now."

"You feeling self-conscious about that? Don't, angel, you are one of the best artists I have ever seen, and I'm not blowing smoke up your ass."

"Oh, people really do that." {huh}

"No. It's a saying."

"Oh yeah, heh, I knew that. Well, here it is, My idea. It's a space adventure with a female lead."

"Interesting. I see you have an ensemble of characters as well."

"Yeah, there's like a big happy family in space. I guess it's kind of Guardian of the Galaxy."

"It's a formula for a space opera adventure, but everything has a formula. It's all about the love you put into it. Do you have a villain?"

"No idea. I can't picture one or even draw anything. This character was supposed to be a mercenary villain, but he fits so perfectly with the group."

"Hmmm, how about hearing me out. We make this guy a villain for a little bit. Then we introduce his employer, who is the big bad. Another female character may be.

"I like that. That way, we can have tension with the group... that's good, right?"

"Yeah, it's sway. I like it."

"Oh, know."

"Schway died with Batman Beyond, Craig."

"I actually just brought it back to life; cause I'm talking to you."

"Don't" She laugh and smiles at me. "Man, you already got the story going in a good direction."

"Don't flatter me; my impostor syndrome will kick in any moment now."

"Mine has never left; I'm just happy to be alone with you." She blurts out, then quickly realizes what she just said, putting her hands on her mouth.

"Hey, Angel, I'm happy to be alone with you too. Especially with this creator vibe we got going on right now, it's unmatched; it's really dope."

"Okay. Good, so about the character designs?"

"Yeah, I love the design for the characters; let's dig more into your design choices so we can flesh them out." We conversed with each other for about an hour; I could feel other customers' eyes look over as we laughed at our ideas.

"Oh no, I'm laughing too loud. You still always get me in trouble."

"Don't act like you don't like it; you love bad boys. Besides, you got me in trouble too. Remember when your big butt knocked those paint bottles on my clothes."

"Stop; you placed that there to get me in trouble. Why don't you ever put your cap back on the bottle."

"Why would I purposely get paint on myself."

"Because that's so Craig of you?"

"I am not a Noun, wait..."

"And my butt is not that big." She arches her back and peers at her behind in the chair. My eyes can help but follow her gaze. She looks over at me, raising her eyebrow seductively. It was like the shy girl disappeared for a split second into something else.

"So, uh, how is Pablo."

"Pablo?"

"Yeah, Pabs'"

"Pablo is back in Puerto Rico.

"Oh, damn, the long distance must suck, huh."

"Oh, no. not at all." She laughs, looking down at her coffee cup. "We uh aren't together anymore; he is married to someone. He actually has a son with her."

"Really, damn, when did that happen."

"Well, long distance does suck, and it just didn't feel real anymore, you know. Pablo stopped giving me..he stopped caring for my needs, and we grew apart." {Needs?}

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, it's okay, don't be. Honestly, it needed to happen. We had been drifting apart ever since high school. Passing ships in the night, really. It was a formality; it was crazy. He was my first everything. He taught me so much. What about you still flying solo, now."

"You know you're the second person to ask me that in two days."

"Really, so it's what I fear. Thought you must get a lot of girls' attention? You're not quite the same Craig I knew from school."

"Me? Not even." To answer your question, I'm single. I had a thing in college, but it ended badly."

"You can't give up on romance, Craig." She says, looking at me intently.

"What? No, I haven't given up. It's just things are complicated right now. I'm more focused on my writing and getting better with that; there was this part in college. Where we made our portfolios, and I had absolutely nothing for it. Well, besides some crap I made in my previous classes. It was so embarrassing; I was like, what the hell am I doing with my life."

"College sounds terrifying; people just critiquing your work." she shudders at the thought.

"Actually, Angel, you could make a portfolio without college; I did it online. You have enough drawings to put on there as well too."

"I... wouldn't even know where to start."

"Let me help you; this will be good for your career. Get your work out there besides this awesome comic we will make."

"You seem very confidence."

"I had a good morning, Still riding a high. Besides Angel, you are too good to keep under wraps. I'm telling you, women, you're gonna be a big deal. Then when they see the person behind the drawings. They're gonna say, put that pencil down and get on this stage for us."

"Like a stripper? Oh, Craig, I couldn't." {N..No.}

"If that's what you want, yeah. Heh, there is no ceiling."

"Oh, please. No one wants to see my dumpy but on some stage."

"I'd pay."

"You'd never have to pay." She says, looking like she will devour me here in this café. Then it fades as he realizes what she said again.

"That's good to know, but I'm serious."

"You don't have to stroke my ego, Craig."

"I know, I don't, but imma do it anyway." She places her hand on my wrist.

"So, you've been writing a lot lately, right?" {Shidddd.}

"Yeah, I have, actually. Some short stories I am really trying to hone my skills and It's been cool. I finished some stories instead of just getting halfway or no way."

"Well, you have been looking at my latest artwork. Can I read some of your stories?" {No!}

"Huh."

"Can I read some of your stories?" she says with a smile while patting the top of my hand; what she doesn't know is the underside; my palms are beginning to sweat.

"Uh, I mean, I have been branching out in different avenues of writing to get a full spectrum of...writing."

"Like what?" I look at her beautiful golden face with nothing but panic showing in my eyes. {Fuck It!}

"uh, Erotica..."

"Porn?" Her eyes almost bulged out of her head.

"Yes and no, but yeah."

"Oh...uh." She quickly pulls her hands away from me like I just shocked her with a buzzer."

"But I write other stuff too; I just wanted to experiment, and the website has, I mean, it's an erotica website where you can post stories. I mean, you can even post non-erotic stories, but I mean, why not try it right." I laughed as she looked at me with disappointment.

"I'm not trying to make erotic stuff. You know that, right?"

"Of course, I wouldn't dare."

"Don't get me wrong, I think it is interesting that you are branching out. I have never even read any erotica, but you know. Do you have any stories about...Bondage and Domination." {This is an important moment in the story; save it before you decide.}

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not to experience in that type of..stuff."

"Oh, well yeah, of course. I was just gauging your variety of stories."

"And like I said, I do all types of writing."

"But you think the first story you ever finished was erotica." I close my eyes, realizing I may have just blown this relationship.

"I'll pay for coffee if you wanna leave Angel. I didn't mean to creep you out and."

"No!" She screams out, grabbing my hands in a vice grip. "You haven't creeped me out. I... Craig, you do know your first ever story written and completed, wasn't that, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, how you forget." She loosens her grip on my hand. "Our comics from high school. I still have them. Actually, I brought them with me." She pulls a familiar art book from the satchel hanging on her chair.

"Whoa. That's us." I flip through the book, and memories of my younger life pass. It had been almost a decade; memories of me sitting next to the Angel in art class with my newly acquired black eye I got during the last days of summer. Laughing and creating with her, these stories were our babies, although small, and did not mean anything to anyone else.

"I had so much fun when we were doing these little stories. I want to make a comic with you, Craig. You're the only person I can think of that I want to do anything like this with; you bring out the best in me. I looked at these drawings and remembered how you would challenge me to think outside the box with my designs. I love drawing stuff like this, but when it comes to the story stuff."

"It's the best part."

"No drawing is the best part."

"If I could draw, I'd probably say the same thing."

"I would love to help you."

"And I would love to help you be a better writer or at least attempt."

"So, is this a yes."

"It's a definite yes."

"Awesome! We could meet up this Saturday at my place." She says, her hand massaging mine.

"Sure, that would be cool."

"I will text you my address, but it will have to be after work. I work a late shift that day; I'm cool with working at night if you are?"

"I do my best work at night."

"You devil."

"I'll even bring some Chinese food from the place next to my work."

"Oh, it's work date."

"Bet." We continued to converse with each other about our expectations and plans. After about ten minutes, we said our goodbyes to each other. A long hug and a new business relationship were built. I got in my van and drove back to the apartment to see my sister and Megan on the couch. My mind cuts to early in the day in the living room with Meg. Her eyes look over at me briefly before looking away.

"Finally, you're here," Keisha says, getting up from the couch.