“Did you miss the part where I’m with Maverick?” We’re unofficially together, but still.
“When he turns on you, and he will don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”
With that, he walks down the mall, leaving me staring after him.
On Monday morning, I wait for Cocoa beside her locker. Love wasn’t mentioned again after we fucked in my jeep, but it wasn’t just sex talk for me. It has to be love I feel for her because, when I’m with her, nothing else matters, not John or my fucked-up childhood. She has awakened my soul, making me want to be a better person.
“Are we still your friends Mav or is Cocoa your number one priority now?” asks Nix with a knowing smile on his face.
“Do you want me to knock your teeth down your throat?” I ask him.
“I never thought I’d see the day Mav would be pussy whipped, that’s for sure,” says Dee.
It’s more than pussy that I want from Cocoa.
“Shouldn’t you two be getting to class?”
“Shouldn’t you?” Nix counters.
I straighten from my locker when I see Cocoa approach.
“My boy is alert, he’s not sleeping on his sweetheart,” jokes Dee.
I jab Dee in the arm.
“Ouch,” he says, rubbing his arm.
“Both of you get lost,” I tell them, but of course, they stay put.
When Cocoa’s close, I grab her by her blazer and slam her against the locker before devouring her lips.
“Get a room,” says Nix, making a gagging noise.
I suck her tongue into my mouth as I mold my body to her.
“Keep walking, nothing to see here, people,” I hear Dee say.
I pull back when I hear a throat clearing. I place a gentle kiss on her neck then turn around to see Mr. Green’s disapproving gaze.
“This is a place for learning, not for this…” Mr. Green wildly swings his hand between Cocoa and me. He looks scandalized.
“Sorry, Mr. Green. It won’t happen again,” assures Cocoa.
I’ll make no such promises. I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want.
“See that it doesn’t,” Mr. Green says as he walks away.
“Later Mav and Cocoa,” says Dee.
Dee and Nix start walking down the hall. Cocoa opens her locker, taking out what she needs. When she’s done, I throw my arm around her shoulders, and we walk to physics class.
I’m walking back to biology class from the bathroom, looking down at my cell phone, when someone steps in front of me.
I look up to see that Victoria blocking my path.
“What do you want, Victoria?”
“I’m just trying to figure out when you’ll be done with that house nigga.”
