Two weeks.

For two weeks Tyrie has been ignoring me. At first I thought it was because of our fight. I was so wrong. Now that I think about it, that whole argument was stupid now. He didn't have the right to just outright ignore me like I wasn't a person.

Last week I walked myself to school once again because he wouldn't pick me up or drop me off.

When I got to school Tyrie had his arms around some random girl in our grade. I had to admit she was really cute. Like seemed like a sweet girl next door type of cute. I was jealous as fuck.

He didn't even notice me because he was too focused on stuffing his tongue down her nasty ass throat. First he doesn't talk to me for two weeks, then he got a bitch on his arm that I have never heard of. Why is he cuddling and touching on me just to be talking to some girl a couple weeks after? That shit ain't cool. Guess I know who my real friends are.

I was feeling depressed and lonely for a few days. I was this close to curling myself in a ball and sleeping for the whole weekend. The only reason I didn't was because my mom kept busting in my room like the police and telling me to do random work around the house. I couldn't even have any time to myself to process my thoughts and emotions. I cried myself to sleep that night because I was lonely and I had realized something important.

I had a crush on my best friend.

I call it a crush because it's crushing my heart knowing that I have feelings for someone that will never feel same. All of this was just happening too fast. We haven't known each other long at all but somehow my feelings are stronger than I've ever felt.

Why it took me so long to realize, I don't even know. I thought about how he made me feel when he hugged me. How a simple text from him made me smile. His jokes made me laugh the hardest. Now he has someone else there for him to do that with.

This was before though. Before I remembered who the fuck I was, and who the fuck he was. Despite everything that happened, the time I spent with Jones helped me. It taught me to care for myself more. I don't completely love myself or my body image yet, but I'm working towards that.

Today I'll forget about him and his girlfriend. This is about me. I can't keep depending on others to make me feel good about myself.

This Monday was the day I ditched the t-shirt and jeans for a cuve hugging dress. The dress was bodycon and grey. It hugged my ass and thighs the right way. My stomach didn't look too big in it, so I was happy. I paired it with my favorite black leather jacket. I let my curls air dry air after conditioning. Damn, I look sexy as fuck.

I'm ready to take on the world today. Nobody can touch me. I'm gonna walk in there like a boss bitch.

*****
I'm not a boss bitch.

When I saw Ty and his new girl I wanted to cry. They were laughing at something together. He had a huge goofy smile on his face. This bitch must be Kevin Hart Jr.

We were in biology when he finally noticed my presence. I was just walking in the classroom and walked towards my desk. We had partners in this class, and guess who is my partner. This fucking nigga. I just couldn't catch a break.

I sighed when I saw him sitting at our desk working. His head was down and he was scribbling in his notebook. When I got to the desk his pencil dropped out of his hand. I almost became a puddle on the floor when I saw the look on his face.

He was looking me up and down. I was waiting for him to say something to me about my new look. He just bit his lip and looked away. No matter how much of a piece of shit he is, he could still make me want him.

I tapped his shoulder and was about to speak. This negro just shook my hand off and continued to ignored me. His friends saw and started laughing but he did nothing. He just let them crack jokes and disrespect me.

Biting my lip, I just nodded accepting that we were acting petty now.

After while some arrogant looking dude came up to me. I have a feeling he was arrogant to make up for his lack in height and acne skin. He kept smirking at me and glancing at my breasts.

I hate him already. Hate is a strong word, but it's true.

"How much?" He asked getting way too close to me.

"How much for what?"

"How much to fuck that pretty mouth of yours? Just looking at you it can't be too expensive. My friend bet me that I wouldn't be able to have you suck me up, I think we should prove him wrong." He laughed at me like he was expecting me to join in. I can't believe he said that foul shit in front of this whole room.

Before I could respond he reached out and grabbed my chest. What the actual fuck? I jerked away from his touch immediately.

"The fuck?!" Somebody said beside me. I ignored the person and got ready to knock the shit out of this beagle​ looking tiny Tim ass nigga.

My fist was up in the air when it was covered by a much bigger one. My hand was pushed down, and before I could blink the boy was on the ground with a bloody lip courtesy of, you guessed it. Tyrie.

It's like every time I turn around, I'm being saved by him.

The whole class was staring by now, but I couldn't see much since Ty was blocking me from their view. He was my human shield and I couldn't be more grateful. I was getting really uncomfortable and forgot about our broken friendship.

I slid my hands up his back to rest them on his T-shirt clad waist. I released a harsh breath and rested my forehead on his back. I felt weak because I was trying not to cry in front of everyone. I felt so violated and embarrassed.

I just wanna get out of here.

I must have said that out loud because he started leading me out into the hall. Tyrie wrapped my arms around his sides and guided us out. Our teacher came out soon after with our stuff. Mr.Lewis was a chill teacher and gets along with pretty much everyone. I was grateful when he didn't go off on us.

"Are you okay miss Bunnt?" Mr.Lewis asked softly.

I nodded into Tyrie's back silently. I never wanted to let go. My past problems were catching up with me. How could somebody think that was okay to do? I was trying not to cry right in this hallway, and in front of these two guys. I know that they just wouldn't get how that made me feel. I don't like being talked to like that. I don't like being touched without my consent.

"Look bruh I'm not saying sorry or whatever to that nigga if that's what you're out here for. You can call my mama too if you want. Shit you can suspend me if you need to. What that dude did was too far. It ain't gone happen." He said with an attitude. I could feel in his back how tense he was.

"Now mister Jones, that won't be necessary. We all saw what happened in there. And though I don't usually allow violence as an answer in my class, I definitely don't allow such acts like what happened to miss Bunnt. Between us, I would do the same thing if some bastard sexually harassed my daughter. Mister Jones you will be having after school detention tomorrow for punching another student. Fortunately, mister Tate will be having at least two weeks suspension for his sexual harassment towards you Shunt'A. I'll also be switching his class, so that you won't have to deal with him."

He hands Tyrie his slip for detention and says that we should head home for the rest of the day.

*******

Here we are holding hands, walking to his car. We still haven't spoken to each other. Why did he even help me? I thought we weren't cool anymore. All these emotions are confusing the hell out of me.

"Shunt'A get in the car."

He was waiting for me to get in. I slid in the car silently.

Thank god. I am so ready to wash these familiar feelings off of me. The dirtiness and disgust. Feeling cheap and used in some way. I shuddered and looked out the window.

I felt a warm hand on my exposed knee. I looked at Ty and sure enough he was rubbing on me like he was my man or something.

"Did you say something?" I asked.

"I asked if you were okay."

"Yea why do you ask?"

No I'm not okay. How could I be with you rubbing my leg like that. He rubbed it for the whole drive too. We parked in my driveway, but he just turned to me without getting out.

"Tae, are you even listening to me?"

I opened my mouth but I was struggling to find the words. His hand on my knee was very distracting. He knew it too because he smirked and rubbed it harder and slid his hand from my knee to my thigh. He kept rubbing and sometimes gripping me. I can die happy now.

I swallowed the moan I had and nodded. This boy was too sexy.

"I'm sorry that happened pretty girl. He was out of line."

I just ignored his words and linked my fingers with his. "Thank you. You didn't have to help me, but you did. I owe you one."

He shook his head and scratched his beard. "Nah you don't owe me shit. I said I'll protect you and I meant that. Whether we fighting or not speaking it don't matter. I still got your back like you got mine."

"I'm sorry Jones. It's my fault that we're not talking anymore. Because I was being flirty toward that James guy. Did I disrespect you or something? Is that why you got a girlfriend and just forgot about me? Was I that forgettable to you?"

I spot a few wet stains on my leg, so I wiped my eyes. This whole situation with school and Ty is making me so stressed and emotional. I hate feeling like I could go crazy anytime.

Tyrie gripped my hand and said, " Man no it isn't your fault about anything. Stop blaming yourself for everything. She not even my girl, just somebody I was fooling with. I was acting a little ass boy because I saw another man appreciating something I can't have. Truth is I think you're fine as hell and I want us to be a lot more than friends. I just didn't know how to handle it at the time. I'm not used to liking someone so damn fast. That's why I had that girl on my arm. I was keeping you off my mind by using sex. I fucked up by making you feel like it was your fault and trying to erase you. Please forgive me baby."

So how y'all been? Great! I finally updated. It is now two in the morning but watevs. 1976 words bitches!