Antagonize Me (4 page)

As I walk in, I see the girls instantly, but what I wasn’t expecting was to see all the football players with them. I groan when I see the black hair that belongs to Kyrone and make my way over. I look for an open chair, and to my luck, it’s right next to Tanner who’s sitting next to Katrina, of course.

“How are you feeling?” Tanner asks as I sit down. I groan in response and sit back lower in my seat.

Hillary looks up at me. “Why didn’t you tell me you could dance?” she asks and the table goes quiet.

“Fuck yeah, you have moves baby!” Lance yells out from the end of the table. I look around and see all eyes are on me, including Kyrone’s, which have a hint of amusement in them.

“I don’t,” I say and grab the menu.

“I call bullshit!” Locky yells out and then winks.

“She has the moves that’s for sure,” Kyrone chips in.

“Shut up,” I fire back at him. They all laugh and I look at Tanner to see a confused look on his face.

“What did I miss?” he asks sounding surprised.

“A fucking lot but, in particular, your girl down there that has been hiding those crazy hips from us,” Locky says and winks again.

“You dance?” he asks focusing his attention on me. I shrug in response and don’t answer.

“She moves like a goddess,” Hillary chips in.

“Okay seriously, I have a hangover. Change the subject,” I whine.

“I have pictures!” Kyrone shouts so I can hear him perfectly. I sit up straight and shoot him a look that says if he dares I may hunt him down and kill him.

“Can we talk later?” Tanner whispers in my ear. I turn my head and when I do I catch Kyrone’s eyes on me. I look to Tanner and nod my head in answer to his question.

I leave before everyone else does and make my way across campus. Just as I’m at my dorm, Tanner calls out to me. I turn around and don’t see anyone with him. He jogs up and then continues to walk alongside me as I make my way to my room.

“So you had fun, I hear,” he says, looking at the ground. I shrug my shoulders and he looks at me. “I didn’t know you could dance,” he says, sounding surprised.

“Yeah,” I mumble, not wanting to go into a conversation with him about it. “Congrats to you and Katrina, next step with the relationship,” I say smiling at him, trying to hide my discomfort.

“Yeah,” he says reaching up and rubbing the back of his head.

“What’s wrong?” I stop at my door and unlock it. He looks like he’s not sure what to say. “I just don’t know, you know? My feelings are mixed.”

“Oh,” I say, not meeting his eyes. I’m positively way too hung over to hear this. I don’t need hope when I know nothing will happen. He chose her, and even though I want him, I know he chose her.

“Don’t you think you should talk to her about this?” I suggest. He looks up at me and makes his way into my room. I fall onto my bed, but luckily my head hits the pillow. I feel him lay next to me and I try to breathe. He literally takes my breath away.

“I don’t want to hurt her, but I kind of had to say it because she said it in front of everyone. What was I meant to do?” he huffs pulling one of my pillows out from under my head so he can lie on it.

“I think you should talk to her about this,” I say, wanting this conversation to end.

“Yeah, you’re probably right, but I wanted your opinion first. You’re one of my best friends, CJ.” I give in, I always do to him. He could make me jump off a cliff if he asked.
I wonder if he knows the things he can do to me or make me do?

“I just gave it, Tanner. Do you love her?” I ask, not wanting to hear the answer. He looks at me, his face searching mine. For what? I’m not sure.

“I like her a lot. She’s kind, beautiful and our parents are friends.”
Oh, I didn’t know that.
“My mother expects me to marry her,
already.
Well, not right now, but they practically hint at it whenever we are in a room together.” I cringe. I knew he and Katrina came from money and that their parents have high expectations for them.

“Yes, but it's up to you. If you don’t think you love her or want to be with her any longer, then you need to be honest.” My face drops back into my pillow.
How do I get myself into these conversations?

“I have mixed feelings. I kind of like someone else, but I don’t know what to do about that. Should I just bury it or do something about it?” My heart rate picks up like crazy.

Is he talking about me?
No, that couldn’t be possible.

His hand starts running through my hair. Even though he usually does this, somehow it feels more intimate all of a sudden. My hair is so long that it constantly knots. He knows I hate it so he usually rakes his fingers through. He did this one night when I was sick and he rang my grandfather asking what he should do. Granddad told him it soothes me, so now he does it to me all the time.

“What color you going for next week?” he asks, changing the subject. I start to drift off and don’t answer him. I feel him sigh and lay down further next to me. His hand not leaving my hair until I end up falling asleep.

“You need to get up, and you do too!” Hillary screams, kicking my bed. I go to sit up, but a heavy hand is weighing me down. I turn to Hillary and come face to face with Tanner’s sleeping body.

“Tell her to shut up,” he mumbles and I laugh. One eye opens and he winks at me.

“You two are positively weird. Now get up, Tanner, Katrina has been looking for you,” Hillary orders, looming over my bed.

He stands up and waves to us as he walks out the door. I look at Hillary and see she’s watching me with interest.

“CJ, do you like him? I mean, as more than a friend?” she asks, softening her voice. She has asked this before.

“You know he’s one of my best friends, Hillary. Don’t be stupid,” I huff, sitting up. I’m going to go and dance and work this hangover out of my system.

“Yes, but your relationship is weird. I’m your best friend too, so you can tell me, you know?” she asks, inching closer. I grab my shorts and slip my jeans off.

“I know,” I reply, grabbing my bag at the door. “I’ll be back,” I tell her, ending the conversation and walking out the door.

The gym is quiet when I enter. I take my top off, so I only have on my sports bra and shorts and turn the music up as loud as it will go. I dance without stopping to five songs before I stop and reach for my bottle of water. As I look up to take a drink, I see Kyrone sitting on the ground watching me. I narrow my eyes at him and he stands up.

“It's exciting watching you take everything out as you dance,” he says stepping closer, entering my personal space.

“Are you following me?” I demand, getting angrier by the minute.

“No, I saw you walk in here, and I knew you would be in a world of your own. I wanted to watch,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. I turn around and pick up my bag from the floor. Grabbing my shirt that says, ‘You can’t handle this,’ I throw it on. He laughs at me and points at my shirt, so I flip him the bird and walk out. “Same time tomorrow!” he yells out. I give him the middle finger a second time and continue walking with his laugh echoing behind me.

“You went to dance, didn’t you?” Hillary asks as I enter our room. I nod my head and she looks sad for a second before she speaks again. “Why keep it a secret? I loved watching you move, it's like nothing I’ve seen before. You’re beautiful.” I don’t answer her and grab my toiletries bag before I head off for a shower. I have to work in half-an-hour. I work at a music store, which I love. Listening to music all day is relaxing and makes the shift go so quickly that it’s just an added bonus to be paid.

My shift goes fast for a Sunday, and before I know it, it’s dinner time with everyone. I chose not to go. I don’t need the questions that I know will be asked. I purposely rock up late to my room, knowing Hillary would’ve already left and would be with everyone by now. Just as I strip out of my work clothes, my door flies open. Thank God I still have on my pants, as I’m not wearing underwear. I do wear them, well sometimes, I just prefer not to.

“Tell me you have underwear on today,” Kyrone demands from the doorway, sounding pained.

“Actually, no, I don’t! So if you could get the fuck out, that would be appreciated,” I say, changing shirts. I don’t have to worry about what he’ll see; he’s already seen me in my sports bra before. I hear him hiss and glance up at him, catching him looking up and down my body, taking me in.

“I brought dinner,” he says, holding up the bag and flopping onto the bed.

“I ate,” I lie, as my tummy starts to grumble.

“Liar!” He smirks and pulls out Chinese food.

“Don’t you have some cheerleader you should be out banging right about now?” I tease, sitting opposite to him and picking up a spring roll.

“Not until later.” He winks and I want to vomit in my mouth.

“You’re such a whore,” I mumble.

“Yep and the ladies love it!”

“Don’t you mean girls… with no brains?” I say firing straight back at him.

“Well, I’m pretty sure they’re not girls by the way they suck my cock.”

“TMI, honestly TMI,” I protest, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “I don’t even know why they fall for you. Honestly, you’re nothing special,” I say and he stands up from the bed. At first I think he’s going to leave, which would be good, but then he does the unexpected and starts taking off his pants. “Don’t you dare! I’m not touching you,” I say, shooing him away. He undoes the top button, laughing at me and drops his pants so his cock is right in front of my eyes. I gasp, not just because he has absolutely no shame whatsoever, but mostly because it’s the largest manicured cock I’ve ever seen.

“See, that’s why they want me, Christina. For my goods,” he says thrusting his semi-hard cock in my face. I cover my eyes and wave my other hand at him.

“Put it away, honestly, put that thing away before you do any damage!” He laughs and I peek through my hand to see him sitting back down with his pants secured around his waist.

“Now I’ve shown you mine, can I see yours?” He purses his mouth in a self-satisfied smirk, but for some reason I think he’s serious.

“Keep dreaming,” I say and turn away. It doesn’t help that everywhere I look I see cock, well
his
cock.
Fuck him and his massive dick!

“So you got it bad for Tanner, huh?” he asks, shoveling food into his mouth. I look up at him wondering how he even knows. “Don’t look shocked, I’m smarter than you think.” He winks at me.

“What are you majoring in?” I ask, wondering if he really is smart or just plain stupid.
The jury is still out on that one, I think to myself.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he laughs. “Good way to avoid the question, by the way, but I’m not that easy to push over. I see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you when he isn’t with Katrina,” he says.

“Why are you, here again?” I ask.

“‘Cause you intrigue me.” I so
did not
expect that answer.

“Well, consider me flattered,” I joke.

“And ‘cause you don’t wear underwear,” he laughs and looks down my body.

Classes drag on and I try my best to avoid everyone, including Hillary. I don’t go dancing this week, but I sometimes see Kyrone watching me. He thinks I don’t notice, but I see. He annoys me and makes me mad, especially considering out of all my friends he knows what I love to do the most and has watched me more than I would’ve liked.