Mahalia's POV

I'm so sick of this. I just wanna kiss the fuck out of Shakayla, but she has a dumb ass boyfriend.

And it's so frustrating because I know she wants me, but she doesn't wanna admit it. She lets me touch her in subtle ways. She lets me touch her in more, uh, sensual ways.

When is she gonna admit that she likes me and she wants to be with me? I've been waaaaayyyy better than her boyfriend, and I haven't even penetrated her yet.

What can he do for her? What does he bring to the table? He can't make her orgasm or cum. He has a controlling side to him. He has, like, half a squirrel brain (no offense to squirrels. You guys are very much adorable).

I feel like Taylor Swift. And Hayley Kiyoko.

Should I.......stir the pot a li'l bit? Should I tell Keith about the massage? Y'know, just to give him, uh.........a little push.

Look, we all know that she should be with me. Like, come on, it's not rocket science. If I kiss her even once, I could make her fall in love with me. He's just......holding her back. It's like she knows she doesn't want him, but she doesn't wanna say it, and she doesn't want to leave him.

I get it. Two years is time that you don't want wasted, but it's also two years of misery. Two years of torture.

And he doesn't satisfy her. She feels like she can't tell him, but she absolutely should. Or.........I could tell him........

I'll flip a coin. Heads, I talk to him. Tales, I don't.

Looks like I'm talking to him.

.....

I'm glad I remembered where his house is. Shakayla and I drove past it before. She told me it was his. We almost kissed in her car that day.

I'm so tired of these almost kisses. I'm gonna walk up to her one day, tell her just how much I want her, and kiss her fucking face off.

I knock on the door. "Mahalia? What are you doing here?" "We should talk." "Uh, ok." He opens the door some more to let me in.

"No, I think it's better if you step outside."

I know damn well he didn't think I was gonna come into his house.

He steps out and closes the door. "What did you wanna talk about? Is it Shakayla? Did something happen to her?"

"Don't worry, she's fine." "Oh. Ok." He says, nodding his head and relaxing. "I heard some things."

"Things? Things like what?" He says with a raised brow. He looks like he's on the defense. Guarded.

"Welp, you seem to not know what to do with your Willy....... Your Willy Wonka. You also don't know how to make Shakayla wet, which is definitely a problem."

"Aye, what the fuck? Did she tell you that?" I smile a big, bright, innocent smile. "Don't worry about where I heard it from. Just worry that it's true."

"What the fuck do you want, you little wench?," He says, bucking up at me. I'm not the least bit fazed. "Do you want my girlfriend for yourself? Are you a lesbian, too, like Raeya?"

"Did you know she likes massages?" I say with the same smile. "What? ........M-Massages?"

I nod. "Mhm. She loves them. They turn her on." He gets closer to me, looking down at me with anger in his eyes. "What the fuck are you on about?"

I don't respond. "I'm serious. Answer me." He says sternly. "Have a nice day." I say before turning around and walking away to my car.

He follows me. "Hey! Get back here! Answer me!" I politely get in my car and pull off.