Regine Iman Thomas
About two weeks have gone by and Joey still hasn't changed much. I can't expect it to happen when I want, but I can't wait for it to happen forever.
I don't know if he's had anymore night terrors. I do know for sure that he's been having trouble sleeping. Its either that or he's afraid to go to bed. I have absolutely no idea what goes on in his head anyway. He barely speaks to me with the exclusion of normal greetings.
He stays up all night painting. I never actually see him sleep but I hope he's giving his body some type of rest. He's bound to crash at some point. Or worse.
Shameik and I have managed to grow somewhat close. I dont know if close is a good word to use. He was a nice person when it came to being a friend but I wasnt sure if I could trust him just yet. Especially to be my boyfriend.
Every single time we were alone, he made advances at me. I wasn't skeptical of it at first because it was just normal things like kissing. Now he keeps trying to have sex with me. Its drawing my mind closer and closer to what Joey said to me that day. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was a possible "fuck and duck" victim.
I wouldn't know anything about the fuck part. I was a virgin. Never had sex. Never even been touched sexually by a guy. And as far as i'm concerned, Shameik wont be the lucky guy.
"Reggie?" Shameik snapped his fingers in my face. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked over at him.
I dont know what demon possessed me and made me think it was a good idea to let him come over. But it happened.
Here he was, sitting with his back against the headboard of my bed. His arm was around me but I paid no attention to it. I was mainly staring aimlessly at the movie we were supposed to be watching and praying to God that he wouldn't try anything.
"Yeah?" I answered to him.
"I was saying I like your hair like that. Its sexy" he stated pulling at it. I swatted his hand away and mumbled a thank you. I had gotten a silk press yesterday.
"Mhmm" he mumbled as he pulled my face by my chin to his. He kissed me. I tried to enjoy it. I didnt like it. His tongue forced into my mouth and his hands started to roam my sides. I cringed. I felt awkward. As if I should like it, but I didnt.
I started to push him away. His hands gripped my sides rigidly. I instantly got more uncomfortable. "Shameik. Stop." I mumbled against his lips. He let me go.
"What is your problem yo?" he said as if he was taken aback.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously. What problem did I appear to give off to him?
"I keep trying with you. You won't give in" he responded.
"Why would I? We literally just met."
"You invited me over here!"
"I didnt invite you anywhere! YOU suggested you come over to hang out! Hang out does not mean have sex!"
"You know exactly what the fuck you be doing though. Wearing tight ass clothes and flirting with me. You want the shit" he said. I instantly got mad.
"You aren't entitled to my fucking body no matter what I wear. Fuck you. Get out of my house!!" I shouted at him angrily. I can't believe he really tried me with that. How dare he?
"Happily. I'll go find another bitch to give it up to me. Ain't worth the time with you" he smiled and walked out. I walked out of my room to make sure he was leaving. I felt dumb. I felt stupid for thinking he actually had interest in me for me.
Joey was in the living room, shirtless, with headphones in painting. He had a really big canvas on the floor over newspaper, which I was guessing was to keep paint from getting on the floor.
"You live with a ngga?" I heard Shameik say. Why wasnt he out the door already?
"Yes. Issue?" I said pushing him out the door.
"He the reason you not fucking with me huh?" he smirked.
"No. You are. And now i'm really glad I didnt do anything with you" I said to him. He laughed.
"Whatever man. Bye Reggie." He blew me a kiss. I looked at him in disgust and closed the door. I made sure it was locked and made my way to the couch.
I sat down and watched Joey. It was amazing seeing him in his element. He was moving all around. Standing, crawling, whatever it took to get everything just right on the canvas.
Watching him was distracting me from thinking about what just happened. I tried to make out what he was painting but couldnt. It was too abstract right now. I guess it was due to him being in the beginning stages of it.
He looked up at me. I held the eye contact. He wasn't looking at me how he usually did, in disgust or aversion. He was looking at me as if he were analyzing. As if he knew something was wrong.
I slowly looked away from him. He licked over his lips and sat his paintbrush down on the newspaper. Through my peripheral, I could see him removing his headphones. He plugged his phone into the speakers. Impossible by Travi$ Scott was playing.
Joey took a seat next to me on the couch. I looked at the time. It was 7:36pm. "You good?" he asked me breaking the semi-silence.
"Yeah," I lied. I didnt want him to rub it in my face. I didnt want to hear him say "I told you so."
