TEN | BLAINE #2
“I ain’t used to this shit, I’m used to being in control of relationships. How do you do this?” She shook her head as she climbed off the bed.
“Where you going?”
“You know where I’m going.” She smirked as she threw her uniform in the book bag at the foot of her bed.
About an hour after Fallen left for her dick appointment, I was fresh out the shower and laying on my bed scrolling social media when a blocked number flashed across my screen.
“Hello?”
“Blaine, please don’t hang up!” KoKo begged making me roll my eyes. “Why are you on my phone, Kourtney?”
“Blaine, I love you and I miss you. I miss us, I miss hanging out?—”
“You miss having access to information.” I cut her off. “Blaine, we need to talk.”
“Speak.” I shrugged.
“You don’t think we should meet in person?”
“For what? You need more pictures or something?”
“Oh, my God, Blaine. I did that shit when I was a fucking kid. I saw a guy on the internet, and I wanted to talk to him, but I was still a boy. I never meant to hurt you, at first I was just using your picture and your name, but the more I talked to him, the more I liked him and then suddenly I couldn’t stop. ” She attempted to explain.
“Koko, I’ve read the messages, he printed them out and gave them to me. You reached out to him, you continued to pursue him, you gave him details about my life, my parents. He knows everything about me! He knew shit about me that I never even told Tremaine!” I barked.
“Are you mad that I used your information or that it was Kyrie I was talking to?”
“Not that I owe yo simple ass an explanation, but it’s both. First of all, he could have been a murdered or a kidnapper or anything fucking thing. You didn’t know he was actually who he said he was, what if you went to meet him and he killed yo ass? How would anyone know who the fuck he was?”
“You’re right.” She sighed.
I put the phone on speaker and made my way to the kitchen leaving the phone on the counter while I went through the refrigerator.
“And stop blaming this shit on you transitioning because regardless of your gender you were a sorry ass friend to me. I confided in you about personal shit and you took that information and betrayed my trust?—”
“Blaine, I’m sorry. Can you please forgive me so we can get past this?”
“I really don’t think it’s something I can just get past.”
“All over Kyrie? I mean, unless you told him, he doesn’t even know about me, so you don’t have to worry about that and he’s into you, right?”
“Look, Kourtney I gotta go.” I rolled my eyes before I hung up the phone.
Hearing footsteps coming towards me from the kitchen, I dug in the drawer beside me where I agreed with Fallen to keep my gun and pushed it out in front of me.
“You gon’ shoot me, B?”
“I ALMOST DID!” I yelled setting the gun on the counter and holding my racing heart. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in?”
“Who was you talking to about me?” Kyrie walked towards me slowly as he grilled me.
How much had he heard?
“How did you get in my house?” I asked as he backed me against the wall.
His hands rested on the wall behind me, preventing me from getting away. I licked my lips and inhaled a slow breath as he leaned his face into mine.
“Why didn’t you text me back?” I whispered.
“You and yo little hoe ass friend set me up? Now y’all beefing about the shit?” he frowned.
“What? No, She?—”
“She?” he glared.
I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to lie to him, but I didn’t want to tell him that Kourtney used to be a man either. Not only was it not my business to tell it was a secret I swore to keep to myself.
“Oh, now you ain’t got shit to say?”
“Kyrie—”
“I’m good on you, shorty.” He backed away.
I reached for his arm to stop him, “Kyrie! Wait...please.”
“For what? I told you before I want the truth, you knew this whole fucking time who it was that was messaging me. When I specifically asked yo ass and you lied?—”
“No, I didn’t!” I snapped, “I just didn’t answer.”
“Same fucking difference.” He shrugged.
“Oh, I’m supposed to spill all my secrets to you while you take me off the shelf and play with me when it’s convenient for you. I’m not a toy, I have feelings too.” I cried.
I didn’t know where the tears were coming from, but they were flowing and that made me angry.
I was mad that Kyrie overheard my conversation and that he was here in my face telling me he was walking away.
Hearing him say the words put a lump in my throat and a fire under my ass, I didn’t want him to leave.
“Fuck you crying for? I’m supposed to stop asking questions cause you crying?” he scoffed.
I rushed him and pushed his massive chest with two hands, “Fuck you! Get out my house, asshole!” I raged.
He gripped my wrists tightly and growled, “Who the fuck was messaging me back in the day, Blaine?”
“Oh, now I’m Blaine?” I struggled to get out of his grip. “You crazy, you know that shit?” he laughed a little.
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck me? I came over here to give you some dick, but you was on some bullshit. Tell me what I want to know.” He pushed me away from him and my back bumped against the wall.
“Fine, her name is Kourtney?—”
“The chick you was with at the party, right?”
“Yea.” I nodded.
“So, what was all that she you was saying about her gender and shit? She a tranny?”
I punched him in the chest, “She was born a boy, but don’t call her that.”
“What? That bitch—” I punched him again. “That thing running around here tricking niggas and you defending it?”
“First of all, her name is Kourtney and for the most part she’s my friend. We fell out over you, I stopped fucking with her because of you. She was the one messaging you pretending to be me. Everything I told her; she was telling you.” I shook my head as I looked away from him.
“And you don’t think that shit is fucked up? He—” “She” I interrupted him.
“It was messaging me pretending to be you, telling me all yo fucking business and you still sitting back protecting it? I ask yo ass a direct fucking question and yo ass lying and keeping secrets. What kind of shit is you on, shorty?” He shook his head.
“Kyrie, she’s one of my oldest friends and even when she betrayed my trust, I still had to be a good friend to her.” I cried.
“So, her friendship is more important than telling me the truth?”
“No, I?—”
“You what Blaine? You was being a good friend, but what about me? What about being a friend to me? How the fuck you think that shit make me feel? I’m here bending over backwards for your attention, but none of that shit matters to you?— “
“I’M SORRY!” I trembled. “I didn’t know what you would do if you knew and I love her. No matter what fucked up shit she did to me, I still love her.”
I couldn’t stop the tears that stormed my face as I looked up at him. I was terrified that he would say he was done with me, that I was worth more trouble than I was worth.
“What you want from me, Blaine.” His voice made me smile.
I shrugged, “Just love me.”
“Come here.” He told me as he pulled me towards him by the front of my shirt. I snatched away from him refusing to get any closer to him than I already was.
“No.” I shook my head.
“No?” he raised an eyebrow before he came to me and picked me up and carried me to the living room. “Can I tell you something?”
I shrugged my shoulders and he lifted my chin until my eyes were level with his. “You scare me.”
“I scare you?” I repeated as a small smile danced across my face.
“B, I look at you and my mind knows it wasn’t you back in the day, but I don’t know how to separate the shit. What if you decide you don’t want to fuck with me, and I got all these feelings for you?”
“I’m scared too.” I admitted. “I feel like I’m holding my breath when you’re not with me. I hate that you have that effect on me, I hate depending on you.”
“Then stop trying to push me away, be scared with me, don’t lie to me, let me in, B.” he demanded.
“I can’t do that when I’m constantly wondering what you’re doing or who you’re doing.” I shook my head.
“B, you gotta trust me baby. I been waiting on you too long to fuck this up.” He assured me.
“Okay.”
“Just okay? No slick ass comment after that?” he laughed.
“Shut up.”
“Come here, cry baby.” He palmed my head and held me against his chest. “Now, tell me about the nigga that broke yo heart.”