Short Story : Hate That I Love You

Whoop! Whoop! So these comments I have been getting have been making me all giddy inside ^_^! Now onto what you guys are using me for : ‘Picture Perfect’ *sigs* People, listen. I’ve wrote a few things for it but I don’t want to post it because I don’t feel like they’re up to par. Reason for that is, I have everyone’s personality down pact except Mr. Drizzy Drake. Like I know Nic, Ava and Josiah.. I know what makes them tick, makes them happy, their favourite food... all that good stuff, but with Drake, I figure he has to be more than just the nice guy all the time. So I must spend more time with him, listen to his music 24/7, watch interviews, so that I can make it believable  and most of all better. I know some of y’all are like STFU and just write the damn story and to those of you who are thinking that...

Stop being an impatient heffa and chill the hell owt! :p

But seriously , I think this Short story is helping me see Mr. Graham in a different light. So if you comment on this maybe (maybe) it’ll boost my energy for PP! I



Seventeen year old Onika looked around the unfamiliar house, arms crossed and scowl on her face as she trailed behind Robert. He was visibly uncomfortable, never spending more than 5 minutes with his own daughter in her whole entire life, but now they were forced into this awkward arrangement. “Uhh, this is the kitchen. I don’t really cook, usually take out.” Robert shrugged. Nicki looked around the small kitchen and rolled her eyes, typical. “Do you like Chinese?”

“No. I hate it.” Nicki spoke harshly. “Can you show me to my room?” She asked. Robert looked down at the floor and then back up at Nicki.

“Sure babygirl.” Nicki gagged at his term of endearment. He led her through the narrow hallway to the back of the house, to a small, plain room. A twin sized bed, stripped of its sheets sat against the pale walls. A small white dresser sat in the opposite corner, and against the window was a tiny brown desk with a lamp. “It’s not much, but it’s the best I could do on such short notice.” Robert rubbed the back of his neck. “We can get more stuff when I get pa--”

“It’s fine.” Nicki cut him off, stepping into what she now knew to be her room.

“If you need anything, I’ll be down the hall.” Robert, not knowing what else to say, backed up out of her room. Nicki quickly slammed the door and let out a ear piercing scream. She sat on the bed, that she thought just might have bugs in it.

“Ma, why you leave me?” Nicki asked looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t even know this man! He doesn’t know me. I’m living in a house with a complete stranger who thinks just because we share some of the same DNA, he’s my father. He hasn’t been in my life for 17 years, I’m basically grown. I can take care of my damn self. This house looks like it should be repossessed or something. I just wish you would come back Mommy. I miss you.”  Nicki took off her jacket and laid it out across the mattress so that her head wouldn’t have to touch the filthy fabric. She then laid down. Robert stood just outside the door and had heard Nicki, he felt terrible. He’d have to make it up to her, make up for the years he was absent in her life. When Carol died, he was the first one to step up and say that he wanted to have custody of his teenage daughter, finally get to know her. He was young and dumb when Carol gotten pregnant and he left.
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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” Nicki groaned as she heard loud music playing from a car outside. She opened her eyes and rolled them, realizing that this all wasn’t just a scary dream but her twisted reality. She swung herself from the bed and walked to the chipping window. She noticed she could see clear through the the window of a house across the street. “Need some damn blinds in this bootleg ass house.” She muttered. She was about to turn around when she noticed a boy coming into the room, a sexy boy at that. She watched as he closed his door then snatch his shirt off of his body. Nicki smirked and licked her lips, this could be fun. She studied the mountains of abs and muscles that made him look so...edible. She took in a breath as he went to take off his basketball shorts. She was so into it, she didn’t notice when he stopped and squinted his eyes to see better. She didn’t notice he was staring right at her. When he rushed to the window and snatched his blinds closed Nicki fell to the floor in embarrassment.

“Oh my god. Maybe he didn’t see you Onika, maybe you’re being paranoid.” She ran a hand through her hair and let out a breath. That’s what she gets for being a creepy stalker. She picked herself up from off the floor and looked around what she considered to be a jail cell. What could she do here but die a slow and miserable death. She sat back on top of her jacket that was across her bed. She just sat there for a while, until she heard Robert call her name. She wasn’t going to answer, but decided she was hungry and he may have ordered some food.

Walking out of the room and down the narrow hallway, she cursed herself and considered running when she saw the boy from across the street in the doorway and Robert talking to him. ‘Why me GOD?’ “Come here Nicki.” Robert looked back. Nicki slowly, with her head held high, walked over to them, standing a few feet away from Robert as the boy stared at her. “Drake, here, says he caught you staring at him, a little earlier.”

“Me? Staring?” Nicki’s strategy was simple; denial.

“Don’t try and play dumb, I saw you!” Drake accused.  Nicki’s eyebrows scrunched together at his harsh tone.

“Why would I stare at you!? Please, humor me!” Nicki placed a hand on her hip.

“Such a damn liar! You need to get some curtains or something!” Drake said.

“Alright kids, calm down.” Robert stepped in. “I’ll get this situation solved. Drake won’t you go back over to your house, we won’t have this problem anymore. Nicki, there’s cereal, you can grab a bowl.” Nicki rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen and grabbed the box of cinnamon toast crunch from the top of the fridge. She watched the door as Robert and this Drake kid said a few more words to each other until he had left. She watched as Robert closed the door and walked over to her. “Aye, just like your pops. No milk.” Nicki looked down at her hand stuck deep inside of the cereal box.

“I guess.” Robert sighed and went to the back of the house. He’d have to try harder.  After Nicki was finished she grabbed the LV bag she had brought with her, from by the door and was bringing it back into her room when she heard the sound of something banging. Stepping into the room she saw Robert nailing a pillowcase to cover her window. She scoffed and plopped her bag onto the bed. “I wasn’t watching him.” She argued defensively.

“I believe you. Now he can’t accuse you.” Robert reasoned, collecting his nails from off the desk. “And it gives you your own privacy.” With that Robert walked out of her room. Nicki shrugged and grabbed some things to take her shower with. After her shower she dressed in her dark true religion jeans, Victoria Secret PINK crop top and her LV sneakers. “You look nice.” Robert complimented as Nicki walked into the tiny living room.

“Thanks.” She mumbled and sat on the couch across from the Laz-y boy that Robert was occupying. He knew that Carol had money and he could never make Nicki feel as ‘luxurious’ as Carol made her.

“What’s your favourite food?” Robert suddenly asked. Nicki glanced his way and shrugged.

“Spaghetti , I guess.” She answered.

“I’m not saying it’ll come out like your mom’s, but I’m going to go pick up some food from the store..you know to eat for dinner tonight, since you’re not a fan of Chinese food.” He stood up, grabbing his keys out of his pocket. Instead of even acknowledging his presence, Nicki leaned forward grabbing the remote from the coffee table and switching channels on the TV. He once again sighed and left out of the house. Nicki watched a few episodes of The Backyardigans, giggling to herself at them. She turned her head to the door when she heard a lawn mower cutting on. She stood up , going over to the window, she could see Drake getting ready to cut the grass. This was her chance to set the record straight.

She fixed her shirt and walked out of the house, walking briskly across the street. Drake who looked like he was having a hard time with the mower, looked up when her shadow blocked his light. “Can I help you?” He asked with attitude.

“I don’t appreciate you telling Robert that I was staring at you. You got some fucking nerve!” Nicki screamed. Drake stood up straight, wiping the sweat from his forehead and looked down at Nicki.

“Listen, you can try and play your father but don’t come over here trying to lie to me. Tell yourself what you have to for you to sleep at night.” Drake told her. Nicki was upset but impressed at the same time. Most guys would give into anything she wanted, beckon at her call, but this Drake character act like he could careless.

“You-”

“Save your breath and just leave. Don’t you have some fucking shoes you need to be organizing?” Drake asked sarcastically. Nicki placed her hand on her hip.

“Nigga, you don’t know me!” She vexed.

“I don’t have to know you to know what you’re about. You’re some spoiled little girl who’s used to getting everything she wants with the snap of her fingers. You come here with your ‘Im better than everyone’ attitude and expect everyone to fall at your feet. Looking down on everyone who don’t have the latest shoes or somebody who doesn’t drive the fastest car. A basic rich girl who’s been dropped off in the middle of nowhere. Newsflash Dorothy :  This isn’t Kansas anymore..in your case Beverly Hills. The world doesn’t revolve around you! You can’t throw a fucking hissy fit and everybody run to save you. I don’t know how it worked from where you're from, but you’re in Compton now. ” Nicki felt belittled. She felt like running, but in true Nicki fashion she masked her hurt.

“Now it’s my turn.” She stepped closer to him, so that their chest was only centimeters away from each other. “You’re an asshole with a temper problem who doesn’t know how to get his point across without yelling. A nigga who’s mad at the world, but NEWSFLASH: This world ain’t do shit to you but let you live in it. You walk around all day upset at the small shit in life when other people have problems that you may never in your whole life get to experience, but you act like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Think somebody owes you something, me nor anybody else does. And let’s get one thing straight, I’m from Queens nigga and the next time you get slick at the mouth, I’ll make sure you never forget it.” When Nicki stopped talking the two had an intense stare down, each wanting to do nothing more than to hit one another.

“Aubrey! Lawn! Now!” Nicki looked over to see a buff man that resembled Drake, barking out orders. Drake glared at Nicki once more before trying to start the mower again.

“Bye.” Nicki waved as if they’d just had a friendly conversation and walked back across the street, Drake’s words still ringing in her ears. What hurt the most is that some of it were true, but she wouldn’t admit it to herself.