Page 25 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)
monday madness
Jessica
I step out of class, the late afternoon sun bouncing off the glass buildings, warm on my skin with my backpack slung over my shoulder, my ponytail swinging left and right from the pep in my step.
I go to pull out my phone to text Skylar and Lawanda to tell them I’m on the way, when a familiar voice cuts though.
“Jess!”
I pause frowning and look up to see Tek is leaning against a pillar like he’s waiting for me, which throws me all the way the fuck off because he’s never waited for me after class. We usually only meet up on the field before practice or at the gym or some shit…
Uhm… why is he waiting on me?
“Hey Tek, what’s up!?” I ask, and he pushes off the wall and falls in step beside me, way too close. I side step, but he comes closer still, and an odd sense of foreboding comes over
“Why haven’t you been answering my texts?!” he blurts out, and I cut my eyes to him…
“What do you mean by why I’m not answering your texts? I haven’t gotten any messages from you.” I raise a brow and his lips turn down as he squeezes the strap of his backpack.
“Nah, I have been texting you since I woke up in the hotel…”
Damn, when he got knocked out by Frank at the hotel?
“What? Nah, that can’t be.” I shake my head, but he grits his teeth.
“Check it! I have been texting!” he nearly shouts and I stop in my tracks, cocking my head to the side and linking my hand through my bag. Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to?
“Whoa there, home skillet, I need you to dial down that tone just a nudge and watch how you handle me.” I throw at him, and his neck goes red, but he doesn’t say anything. Hell, he doesn’t need to. Honestly, it’s best that he remains quiet or he’ll end up pissing me off.
I pull out my phone and scroll through my messages, and sure enough, I don’t see anything from him.
“Look…” I hold my phone up to his face. “See? There ain’t shit there!” I defend myself, and he narrows his eyes, gritting his teeth, pulling out his own phone.
“Then where the hell are all of my messages going?” He holds his phone up to my face and my eyes go wide and my lips part as he scrolls and scrolls and fucking scrolls. Damn how many fucking messages did this nigga send me?
“Hell, I don’t know!” I shake my head, staring at him, and his lip curls.
“Did you block me?” he accuses, and I reel back, offended. What the fuck is he on right now?
“Tek, what the hell is wrong with you? Why would I block you? Hell I haven’t even blocked Duval ass and I can’t stand that mother fucker… so why would I block my homeboy?” I roll my eyes, but he seems to be on one today.
“Then explain this shit, Jess!” He steps up closer to me and I back up, placing my hand up between him and I, growing more pissed by the second. This nigga really done lost his everlasting mind!
“Tek, I’on know what you on, but even if you my homeboy, I’m not going to let you talk to me like that, nor am I going to let you roll up on me like this.
If you want to finish this conversation, you’re going to need to come correct or I’m going to leave your ass right where you stand,” I curl my lip, disgusted at his behavior.
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with him?
“I…” He scratches the back of his neck. “Shit, my bad. It’s just… I’ve been so worried about you since the club… I hadn’t heard from you and it…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but shit, just hearing him say he was worried about me softens me up… only a lil bit though.
“I understand that, Tek, but watch how you handle me,” I smile softly and pull out my phone again, scrolling and frowning when I see a one at the very top where my blocked messages are. Wait a damn minute? Did I accidentally block him?
I hide my phone so he can’t see, but I click on it and my eyes go wide when I see fifty unread messages from Tek!
Damnnnnn not fifty messages! What the hell?!
“Damn, you were so worried you sent me fifty whole ass massage?!” I gape at him, and his face goes red.
“I… I told you I was worried! And you see them now so you DID block me…” he looks away, sadly.
“You know it’s not like that, Tek. It must have been when I was drunk,” I try to explain.
“You blocked me when you were drunk? You really expect me to believe that?” he laughs bitterly.
“W-well m-maybe… I mean, it was a weird night,” I stammer.
“Are you talking about before or after that asshole who made you cry showed up and fucked up our date?” Skkkkiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrtttttttt!
“ Daaaaaaate?! ” I step back, sounding like Soulja boy.
“W-well not a date per se, b-but we just you know… we were out together,” he sheepishly states and usually I can get down with some funny shit, but this is wild.
“We were out with the football team. The fuck?” I side eye the hell out of him, and he shuffles on his feet.
“I… I know I’m just saying.”
“Just saying what exactly?”
“Nothing, I’m just saying… we were together and then you just let ol’ dude show up like that even though he made you cry!”
“TEK!” I raise my voice pissed. “You’re crossing the line,” I sneer… I know he’s my homeboy and all, but I don’t let mother fuckers in my business with my man, period.
“I’m not trying to cross no line. I’m just saying you were crying at the?—”
“Tek, while I appreciate you caring, respectfully, that has nothing to do with you,” I warn. “And I’d appreciate it if you let that go,” I let him know, and he grits his teeth, pausing, shoving his hands through his hair.
“Fine, I’ll let it go but… can you at least tell me if you’ll be joining for Monday Night Football at my place?” Oop…
“Uhm…”
“Th-there will be wings, beer… well, root beer for you, and I just got a new big screen,” he stammers and I shift on my feet awkwardly.
Normally I would just jump on that shit and say hell to the mother fucking yeah, but before I never had a mother fucking Frank in my life. A jealous, possessive, feeds me nut and dick for shits and giggles Frank. I need to think twice on this…
I raise an eyebrow, adjusting my bag because that shit heavy than a mother fucker on my back…
“Oh right… th-that’s tonight, huh?”
“Yeah.” He grins and I chew my lip, trying to think of a way to decline him. “The boys are coming through. It won’t be the same without you,” he adds and I laugh softly, scratching my head.
“Uhm… h-how about I get back to you after I leave my Anime club?” I try to say, but he groans.
“Ugh, coooooome oooooooon, Jess. You can’t be serious right now.”
“I just need to think about it, and besides… I need to talk to Frank about it first.”
Just hearing Frank’s name makes his face twist in a scowl.
“Frank? Really? So you have to ask your boyfriend how you can move now?” he challenges and I look at this nigga up and down as if he’s done slapped me.
“Well yeah, that’s my boyfriend, Tek, you know how I roll. Even when I was dating that Beanie Sigel looking mother fucker, I always moved with a level of decorum and respect for my nigga, and Frank is no different.”
“You never asked Matt if you could come over for football night,” he rebuts, and he’s right.
I never asked permission from Matt. I never felt the need to. But with Frank… I don’t even wanna think about what kind of shit he would pull when it comes to me and being around other dudes…
“No, but I’m not dating Matt anymore, am I? Different strokes for different folks. Frank is built different and would like to be informed of my whereabouts… I’m not asking permission. There is a difference,” I clarify.
“Sure,” Tek rolls his eyes. “Fine. Talk to your lil’ boyfriend , but keep me posted. You know, by making sure I’m not blocked.” I don’t know why I keep from cringing at that, but I do.
“I will,” I tell him and thankfully my phone beeps in my hand and I see its Skylar and Wanda asking me where I’m at. Shit. “Anyway, I have to go. I’ll text you.
I wave running off, and I only look back after I reach the building. When I’m about to go inside, I feel odd when I see him still standing there looking after me with a blank expression on his face. But I don’t say anything.
I just turn to go into the building and over to the classroom. I enter and see new anime and manga posters lining the walls, snacks everywhere, and the intro of Mashle season two’s Bling-Bang-Bang-Born playing in the background.
Hell, I’m hyped! I want to get in there and start doing the Mashle shuffle, but I can barely get in and sit down when I notice Skylar, who’s laying across a desk looking depressed like a mother fuck with Wanda stroking Sky’s big, curly, dyed blond hair that looks so beautiful in the sunlight with her dark brown skin.
When they see me, Skylar stands up and comes over to me, crying.
“JJJJEEEEEEESSSSSSS!” she sniffles as I sit down, where she falls over my lap in tears and I look over to Wanda, who cringes.
“What happened, Sky?”
“Yo,” she whines. “You won’t believe what that freaky gamer guy did again!” she exclaims. Damn, I should have known it was him.
“Oh hell, and you talking about Mango guy?”
“Yeah!” Her eyes flutter, crying. “Do you know he somehow got into my Mario Kart game and would LET me get first place and he would hack and spam blue shells at me! Then he made it so no matter how many times I went past the finish line, I could never win!!!”
“Uhm…”
“A-and then he got into my Street Fighter and did some invincibility hack shit! He lobby hunts in Fortnite, he’s always wall-hacking against me on my Call of Duty, and ho ho ho,” she laughs bitterly, tears spilling.
“Don’t fucking get me started on amount of loot he’s stolen from me on Over-fucking-watch!
OH, I’M SICK AND TIRED OF HIS BULLSHIT! I’MA FIGHT HIM!
I’MA FIND HIS ASS AND SLAP THE DOG SHIT OUTTA HIM!
I SWEAR! I’MA SEVER ALL HIS PRESSURE POINTS!
AND RUIN HIS GAME LOG!” she growls crazily, rubbing her hands together evilly.
“Damn, I’m sorry Sky. I wish we knew who he was. Then we could roll up on him and jump his ass.” I shake my head patting hers.