She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(26)

“You know why I have an attitude Pierre, so leave me alone.”

“No the hell I don’t Rissa. I’m not no fucking mind reader!”

Paying him no mind at all, she reached behind him to grab the Dove bar of soap, but Pierre knocked it out of her hand.

“Stop playing with me,” he hissed.

With tears in her eyes, Carissa quickly looked away. She didn’t know why she was in her feelings so hard. They had only been talking for two months, and she was falling for him and fast. Usually, when he talked to her like that, she’d get his ass in check. Not today though. Carissa was battling with herself over the feelings she had for him and it showed.

Wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling his nose in her neck, Pierre just held her. He didn’t know what the hell was going on with her, but she obviously wasn’t feeling him right now, and he didn’t like that.

“What’s wrong with you man? Talk to a nigga,” he said, kissing her neck. Wiggling, trying to get out of his embrace, she moved her neck.

“Nothing Pierre. Just let it go,” she breathed out, trying to control her emotions.

Bringing his hand to the front of her neck, he gripped it lightly, while his other hand traveled down to her wetness. He was gone make her talk, whether she wanted to or not. Pushing his fingers deep inside of her, he asked her again what was wrong. Leaning her head back on his shoulder, Carissa closed her eyes. This is why she was in her feelings now. Good dick ass nigga. Rolling her eyes, she gripped his wrist and pulled his fingers out of her.

“This is not a discussion we should have in the shower. Can you hand me the soap that you knocked down?” she said, not even bothering to face him.

“Get it yourself. And the next time you want some dick, you better not call me, since you acting childish,” he said, letting her neck go and climbing out the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked out his room and headed to the guest bedrooms’ bathroom. Pierre wasn’t about to beg Carissa to talk. Shit, he asked her ass more than once, and that was doing enough already.

Bending down to get the bar of soap, Rissa began to wash up. As much as Pierre had claimed he fucked with her, he still didn’t know what pissed her off. True, she didn’t tell him, but to her, he should have already known. She wasn’t going to bring up the conversation of a relationship anymore. She was gone do her and make Pierre wish he would have cuffed her when he had the chance.

Once she was dressed, Carissa gathered her things to meet up with Brix’s hungover behind. She had called her when she got out the shower, and instead of answering, Brix sent her a text saying, I feel like shit. That was to be expected though. She was dumb lit last night and was paying for her actions today. Picking up her clothes from the night before, she tossed them in her overnight bag she pulled from the trunk, then slipped her Ugg boots on. She was in such a rush to get here last night, the only thing she changed was her shoes once Lexi dropped her off.

Walking out the guest room, Pierre walked toward his room. Seeing Carissa dressed and ready to go instantly put a frown on his face. He was for sure she’d be over whatever it was going on, but was indeed wrong.

“So you not gone go get breakfast with a nigga like we normally do?” he asked, while leaning against the dresser, watching her every move.

“Nope. That’s not my job homeboy,” she said, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

Chuckling at the fact that she just called him homeboy, Pierre replied, “Cool. Hit me up when you get out your feelings ma.”

“Don’t wait on it.”

With that, Carissa walked out the bedroom and down the steps, out the door. Hopping in her ride, she called Brix again, hoping she answered.

“Whaaat,” Brix whined, answering her phone.

“Ooh bitch. Wake up! I’m on my way over there. This nigga Pierre done pissed me off!”

“Mhm, call me when you get here,” Brix said before hanging up. Carissa was too damn loud and it was making her head hurt even worse.

Hitting her steering wheel in frustration, Carissa got mad all over again. The one dude she wanted to be with, wasn’t ready for no relationship, and she wasn’t feeling that shit at all. It was all good though. She planned to boss up on Pierre real quick like and hurt the little feelings he did have for her.



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On the other side of town, laid up in his bed, Shemel was waiting for Brix to text him back. They had been texting since this morning when he hit her line, after not receiving a call once she made it home. Now he was playing the waiting game. When he texted her this morning, she sent back a screw face, indicating she wasn’t feeling well. He already knew though. Mel would have felt the same way if he had gone as hard as she did.