Reluctant Love: Welcome to Emancipation

Chapter 3

(An Interlude)

After the Carl incident, everything between me and Mekhi got… weirder.

He barely spoke to me after dragging me to my car that day. Hell, I barely wanted his surly ass to. I told myself I hated him. And I did, kinda. I hated how he embarrassed me, hated how he scared me, hated how he made my chest feel tight without even touching me.

And yet, every time I saw him over the next year, something in me paused.

I hated that, too.

By the time my seventeenth birthday came around, the last thing I needed was another run-in with him. I just wanted to enjoy the day and avoid that man like the plague…

Ha!