I Hate You Ch. 02 - Hypotheticals and Dreams

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[These are my texts]

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Chapter 2 Hypotheticals and Dreams

I felt around for Nyla when I woke up, but she wasn't there. I look up to see her sitting in my study chair. She leaned back, reading one of my composition notebooks of ideas. She notices my movement on the bed.

"You're awake. Sorry I was reading some of your stuff." She says, turning towards me.

"I'm absolutely terrified right now."

"Why? I think it's good. Obviously, you have some areas you need to work on, but the most glaring issue is your ability to finish a story. You didn't have a problem finishing last night. She says, smiling at me.

"Yeah, I ah."

"You should try writing shorter stories.

"Shorter ones, huh? You think I can."

"I mean, you have written a lot. I bet you have stuff on your laptop as well. How about the next story you write, start with the ending, and work your way back?

"Hmm, good idea."

"I mean, I'm no professional writer. I just read the occasional manga, sci-fi, romance novel, and a lot of erotica."

"Erotica."

"Give it a go, and you can even be anonymous with it."

"Hmm, that is interesting."

"Then let me read it." Nyla gets up and proceeds to get dressed in front of me.

"Last night was." Nyla laughs. "Great."

"It was." I concur as I put on some clothes to walk her out of the apartment. As I open the door, I hear my phone alarm going off. Nyla walks towards the door and pauses as she stares at something in the direction of the kitchen.

"Ah," Nyla says, perplexed at the sizeable white amazon girl in the kitchen, almost naked. "Are you Keisha?" That is all I can hear her voice as I dig into the side of the bed next to the wall for my phone. Luckily it wasn't lodged between the bed frame and rails like my Gameboy that one time, poor blue.

"Sorry, I couldn't find my phone. What's up? Why are you looking at me like that? I say, looking out the door at Nyla, staring at me just past the door. Then I peer out to see Megan standing in the kitchen, drinking orange juice in her Underwear and Bra.

"Oh, shit, Megalodon is here...again."

"Yeah, your Fiancé," Nyla says defensively.

"Say What!? Who told you that? Perhaps in another life. This creature is Megan, my sister's friend. She must have crashed here last night."

"Oh, okay, well, I'm going to leave now. Because I'm terrified right now of the naked white amazon lady in the kitchen, which is weird.

"Oh, okay. Right... Bye, Nyla." She walks out the apartment door while not making eye contact with Megan. I look at Meg as she makes herself big like a scared cat. Then, as the front closes, she looks at me with an amused look. She was proud of herself, no doubt.

"So, why did you lie and tell her we were engaged."

"I never said we were engaged. I said I was your fiancé'."

"Same Same."

"I guess. Besides, that girl is dumb; she thought I was Keisha."

"I mean, I see the resemblance."

"I bet."

"Shouldn't you like be dead in a club somewhere?"

"Club can't kill me, Craig. I'm immortal."

"Yeah, you have that whole pale vampire thing going on."

"Fuck you. I have... I am not fucking pale."

"I can see your veins."

"Looking at my veins, huh."

"Yikes, You're being extra fucking weird. Where is Keisha?"

"She's sleep. Probably gonna have a monster headache when she wakes up."

"I'm guessing she had fun last night."

"Not as much as you. I was going to kick you out of my room, but I saw you had company."

"Yeah, thanks for not doing that, you know, because you don't live here anymore."

"What exactly does she see in you?" {The fuck?}

"Wow. That hurt."

"Too Harsh?"

"It's to be expected. But, hey, I know I'm not the most good-looking guy. Hell, I was wondering the same thing, honestly."

"Oh, dude, I was just joking." She says, placing her hand on the back of her neck.

"A wise rapper once said every joke hides some truths."

"Don't look that deep into it. I was just joking."

"Sure." While walking into the kitchen, she steps in front of me, blocking my path.

I sigh. "Man, you going to keep up this bully thing, huh? You bored? Can you move out of the way? Please?"

"Make me," Megan says, looking down at me with a smirk.

{Okay, this bitch is pushing my buttons} "You gonna call the police on me when I do, Karen?"

"Ambulance for you is the more likely outcome." I lift my hands up to move Megan out of the way. She swats them down.

"Don't touch me, Craig."

"Then get the hell out the way, Woman."

"I'm standing here."

"What the fuck is your deal? You moved in my way."

"Oh, you mad? What are you gonna do?"

"Heh, I could."

"You could what? What are you gonna do? She says, getting in my face again. This act is becoming a habit. Her nose presses into my forehead as she places her hands on her hips. Finally, I had enough, and I wrapped my arms around her, her breast on the top of my head. I pick her up, and her face shows visible signs of panic.

"Get the fuck off! Put me down!" She screams.

"No, I told you to fucking move. You! Didn't think I could pick you up, huh?

"Alright, I'm serious! Put me down! Right. Fuckin now!

"What's wrong? I'm just moving you out of the way. Stop fucking fidgeting." She moves frantically, trying to break free, and I lose footing. We crash to the floor, and she falls on top of me. Same spot I was in yesterday. Except Megan is way more woman than Nyla and slams her surgically repaired knee on the ground.

"You fucking klutz, my Knee!" She says, grimacing, clutching her knee.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry." All the memories of her recovering from her injury flood my mind. I reach my hand out, and she slaps it away in anger.

"Don't act like you fucking care."

"Wait a damn minute, and you started this, and you know damn well I would never...."

"No fuck off." She says and scoots over, then leans on the kitchen cabinet as she rubs her knee. "There, you can walk into your sister's kitchen now." She says sarcastically.

"Dude, what is your deal? Why do you hate me? What the hell did I ever do to you? Why do you always go out of your way to tear me down and shit on me." I unload on her all.

"I do not go out of my way to tear you down."

I grab an ice pack from the freezer. "Here, hold this, and let me get a towel."

After I come back with a towel, I squat down to her. She holds her knee in silence, not wanting to make eye contact with me.

"I'm sorry," she says softly

"Excuse me."

"You heard me."

"Meg, I know for the most part you're just joking, and it's our thing now, but... you know I would never do anything to hurt you."

"I know that. I'm just not in a good mood right now."

"And messing with me puts you in a good mood."

"That's not it."

"Whatever," I say, dismissing her. "You know I remember when you got hurt. "

"I do too? "

"I'm sorry it happened."

"I don't need your pity, Craig." I laughed at this; she is so headstrong.

"What's so damn funny! My dream is dead because of my stupid knee. So now I'm a fucking retail worker for Belk's."

"Maybe it's not dead. But you may need to reshape it. Like, try coaching."

"Coaching? Me, heh."

"You have a great mind for the game."

"I don't really have the voice to be a coach."

"I don't know. You were just yelling at me like a high school coach."

"Uh-huh." She mouths, tilting her head a little as I massage her knee. Okay, maybe she was enjoying this massage a little too much. A soft moan escaped her mouth, and I looked down at her at her open legs. I could see her lips underneath her panties. Also, I could see wetness in the middle of her panties. She looks at me and notices my gaze.

"Are you..." I begin to ask her.

"N.nnno, get off of me. Shut up." She gets up and adverts her gaze from me. "My knee is really sensitive now, don't say anything. or I will.." {I got her wet. I made her wet. What does, does she?}

Keisha walks out of her room, looking like warmed over dead.

"What the hell is going in here!?" She screams, rubbing the temples of her head.

"Nothing is going on here. This dweeb is rubbing my knee because he's clumsy."

"Is that what the racket was because y'all loud? And I need some Tylenol. Extra Strength."

Keisha digs in one of the medicine cabinets in the kitchen. "Oh nooo! "CRAIG!!! "She screams even though I'm standing practically right next to her.

"Keis, I'm like right here. {See} Why do you drink if you get this hungover afterward?"

"Don't question your older sister. Meg, why are you so quiet? On second thought, stay quiet."

"I'll go get you some Tylenol and some breakfast," Megan says, grabbing some sweats and a hoody from the floor below.

"Craig, go with her."

"What?" We both say together in harmony.

"I said go with her. I'm going to lie down. I need some peace in quiet I don't need you two bickering like two cats in heat."

"Is that thing? Never mind, let me get dressed."

"I'll be in the car. Hurry up." Megan says, walking out of the apartment. I get dressed and meet her in the car. I occasionally notice her eyes looking at me as I sit in her car.

"Soooo," I say, cutting the dead air in the car.

"Shut the fuck up. I will fucking kill you."

"Woah, overreaction much. I was just gonna ask where we are going for breakfast."

"The Gas station with the McDonald's."

"Oh, right, okay." I look over at her while she is driving. Meg can see me staring in the corner of her eye.

"Stop fucking staring at me, dude. You're creeping me out."

"I was just."

"No, you fucking weren't. I know why you're staring; I swear to fucking God."

"Geesh, okay." {It wasn't me that got wet; what is she so freaking mad about?}

We arrive at the Gas station; I get the Tylenol, and she goes to the connecting Golden Arches to order food. I walk to the cash register, and the cashier looks me up and down.

"Do I know you from somewhere," she says. She claps her hands together and points at me. Yeah, your Keisha's brother, right." It was my favorite way of being described as Keisha's brother. She smiled at me; her face didn't ring any bells. But I'd remember someone like her, especially what she got in those khaki pants.

"Yeah, I'm getting Tylenol for her right now."

"Okay, dang, it's been a while since I saw Keisha."

"Who are you, by the way? She points at her chest. I look at her ample chest, and she smiles when she notices my gaze. I wasn't following where she was going with her actions. She looks down at her chest.

"Oh, shit, my name tag." She looks at the floor and bends over to pick it up behind her. I couldn't help where my eyes wandered too.

"There." She says, smiling and pointing to her name tag.

"Ah, Terra, okay. I'll remember that."

"You better, she says." I pay for the Tylenol as Megan walks up to me. The girl snaps her fingers and point at Megan. Meg is surprised by this and looks at the girl, her expression shifted to her annoyed look as she furrowed her nose. A quirk of hers.

"Oh, Terra, hey. " Megan says unenthusiastically.

"So, you here with Megan? Y'all dating."

"No," Megan says. Terra looks at the both of us and lets out a laugh.

"Okay, Lil bro, tell Keisha. I said what's up."

"Alright, see ya, Terra."

"I hope so." She winks at me as Meg and I walk to the car. I turned to speak, but before I could...

"Stay away from her, dude. She is trouble."

"Huh"

"Her ex-boyfriend is always in her life, and he is gangbanger. So, you know he could kill you."

"I'm happy you cleared that up because gangbanger has so many different definitions now."

"I'm a serious dude."

"Alright, I got you. Thanks for worrying about me."

"I know she looks good, but it's a lot of baggage. {Pot and Kettle} I hope I got through to your thick-ass head."

"I do not have a thick head, on second thought."

"Oh god. Don't bite your bottom lip when you do that. It's creepy."

After a more awkward silence, we make it back to the apartment.

"We got the Tylenol sis."

"Oh, thank you, thank you. I'm probably gonna take this and pass out."

"Oh, Come on, girl."

"I'm sorry, I can't help it."

"Just hang out here. It's gonna be a quick nap."

"Or go home. Either way, I'll be in my room." I walk into my room and grab my phone to search for some music. I need to focus and write a short story. I got a couple of ideas or so bouncing around in my head. Finally, after 90 minutes of plotting, {Icounted}I found my ending.

"Now I just need to stick the landing."

"Why are you talking to yourself? "

"Huh, oh. I'm Writing."

"Sure, you are?" Megan takes off the hoody and shorts and leaves them on the floor. She then proceeds to lie on my bed. My wondering eyes want to look between her legs again, but they are closed. She pulls out her phone, looks at it for a couple of seconds, and then places it on the bed. She looks up at the ceiling with a contemplating look. My laser focus on my writing has completely disappeared into her vortex.

{So, you just gonna lay on the bed, Half fucking naked? Looking all... Ehhh}

"Laying in my bed, huh?"

"Yup, Keisha is asleep. Can you believe this hoe fell asleep while I poured my heart out to her?"

"Yeah.... That's your best friend. Soooooo..."

"I'm lying in this bed because it's comfortable. It used to be mine, you know?"

"Oh, I know, you don't stop talking about it. Go ahead. I need to do this anyway."

"Yeah, finish daydreaming."

"What?" {I gonna punch you in the fucking knee.}

"Finally doing something as opposed to sitting there wanting it."

"Oh yeah, I mean, I'm trying. But, really, it's all we can do, you know; if not, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Is that what you call trying?"

"I see we are back now. You good? Like, is your period starting are something?"

"That's not funny. I hope you have better material in your journals."

"I do. I am currently writing my magnum opus. It's called the Megan thee. I guess she has no other title right now."

"If I ever find out your writing about me, I will kick your ass."

"Violent, Look, I'm just wondering lately, you been getting all chippy. I know you say Lance isn't home but is everything with you personally. You've been acting weird. Like vulnerable weird."

"No, the fuck I haven't."

"Yeah, you have. You're a little extra bitie lately, especially with me."

"I'm pretty sure that's not a word, and I'm just playing around."

"You play around like this with Lance?

"Oh my God, dude. I'm just trying to lie down and clear my head. You're being weird."

"You knew I was weird when you met me a decade ago. So why are you surprised?"

"I'm not, and shhh. I have a question?"

"Ask away."

Megan sits up and rolls to her side to face me. "Lance isn't texting me back, and he's off today."

"Okay, why?"

"I don't know. "

"So, what you like worried? That's crazy."

"Why is it crazy? Do you think I'm crazy?"

"I mean, okay yeah, you are crazy, but that's not it. It's just I can't, you know, see it, what you're insinuating."

"See what?"

"That he is cheating on you."

"I'm not saying he is; do you think he is."

"I just said no."

"Why? Don't you think that?"

"I just don't, okay." {Maybe because I've had a crush on since forever, you know that, so stop playing games with me.}

"You know what, another question. Hypothetically I mean it if you were my boyfriend?"

{The fuck?} "That's a big leap in hypotheticals, isn't it."

"Why is it a big leap?"

"Me and you?"

"Yeah."

"I mean, there are so many lanes I can drive this notion in. For starters, the idea of me making you wet freaked you out."

"I was sweating."

"Dude, I'm not a virgin, and you're not the first woman I have turned out before."

"You. I. can we switch the subject."

"And my point and the idea of anyone mentioning us as a couple made you freak the fuck out."

"That was to Terra. I don't like Terra. And again, I wasn't getting turned on."

"She seemed like a nice girl, and Okay if that's what we are going with."

"So that's your type, huh?"

"You idiot, you're my... {Brakes, push the Brakes!}

"What?"

"To answer your question." {And recover.}

"Uh-huh."

"Look, Meg. I don't want to be the reason you fucking dump Lance."

"I'm not gonna dump lance. I'm just asking you a question."

"It's a dangerous question, though."

"How is it?"

"Because I don't want you to judge him on my fucking response. "

"I'm not."

"You will. I know you, Megan. I don't know why you think I don't, but I do."

"Can you just answer the question? "

"You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?"

"Yup"

"Alright, look if I was hypothetically your boyfriend. I wouldn't take a fucking job in another state over. I would want to be near you every day. But, honestly, you would be tired of me."

"That. It was actually pretty sweet of you to say. She looks down at the bed as a smile forms. Come lay with me, Craig."

{What are you doing, Megan?} "Absolutely not. I don't know what's going in her head right now."

"Come on, a pretty girl out of your league is asking you to lay with her."

"Megan, I will not be part of your revenge plot for you and your stupid boyfriend."

"You're not. Come here, lay with me." She pats the empty space on the bed next to her.

{This is stupid, but all well, what the hell.}

"You really think I'm pretty, don't you?"

"Okay, what is the point of you asking me that?"

"Maybe I don't hear it enough."

"So, you're using me?"

"Maybe."

"You already know my answer."

"Do I?"

I turn my head to look at her. {God... I could kiss her right now. I don't care what happens after that. Maybe I should just do it. Fortune favors the brave. Fortune favors the brave. FORTUNE FAVORS THE BRAVE!} She sighs and places her head on my chest.

"Your heart is beating fast. You know I've never met anyone who feels the way you feel about me." {Oh god.}

"Yeah"

"Yeah, it's so weird. Every time I think about it frustrates the hell out of me."

"Excuse me?"

"Be quiet and let me sleep."

"Uh, Knock yourself out." She falls asleep on me after; I don't know. I wait a bit; I think about getting up to write some more, but I don't want to move.

But this is my problem procrastination, so I get up. I reach down to get cover from the foot of the bed and place it on top of her. My phone buzzes on the nightstand. It's a message from Nyla.

[So, how is your fiancé?]

[She's not my finance.]

[Sureeeee. I bet she is sleeping in your bed right now] {The Fuck?}

[Lol, actually finishing up a short story.]

[Really, now.]

[Yea, I even started from the back end like you suggested]

[Maybe you can show me how you work the back end next time.] {Hmmmm}

[I'd be happy to, just hit me up when you want a demo.]

[I'll be seeing you around Craig Mac.]

[Good]

I finish writing my story a couple hours before I hear my name. "Craig..." I hear Keisha whispers to him from the hallway. "You two didn't?"

"What? No, she was just talking to me and fell asleep mid-sentence."

"Oh, that's crazy, like, who does that. So, I'm thinking about ordering pizza. What do you want? "

"Either Buffalo chicken or Pep and Jalapeno"

"I can do buffalo chicken, but I know Meg like Pepperoni and Jalapenos, too, so maybe I'll get two."

"I mean, Megan is here. You should probably get two." {She can put down some pizza...}

"I heard that dweeb! Hey, can we get cheese sticks, too, Keis". Megan says from beyond the grave.

"Good idea, girl! Did you know a new season of Things gets Strange is on Netflix now?"

"Bitch.... For real, let's binge-watch the whole thing. You got some margarita mix." Megan says, popping up in the bed.

"You know I do. Let me pull it out right now after ordering these pizzas."