I LIKE THE WAY YOU HURT: A Dark Interracial High School Bully Romance

by Lorrain Allen

  None of us say a word.

  “Hey, I’m back. Are you ready to bowl?” asks Kelly.

  “Yes, I’m ready. We’ll finish this discussion later,” says Mr. Thompson, walking off with his wife.

  I wanted to break her, to cause her pain, to destroy her, and now it seems like my goal is in reach, but I feel torn now.

  “This has to stop, Mav,” says Dee.

  I rub my hand down my face. “I don’t know how to stop.”

  “We’re all guilty of bullying her in some way, but it all has to stop now,” adds Nix.

  “Let’s go,” I say.

  “Mav, what are you planning to do?” asks Dee.

  “Leave her alone,” says Nix.

  “I can’t, damn it. I just fucking can’t,” I reply.

  “Why?” asks Dee.

  “Because I’m a fucking selfish bastard,” I answer, leaving the bowling alley.

  “That’s not it, you love her,” I hear Dee say.

  I’m looking forward to some good cooking on Thanksgiving. I love my mom to death, but a cook she is not. One more day, and then I’ll be out of here for a week. I need to get away from Maverick. As damaging as that boy is, I find myself becoming drawn to him more and more every day. I told Dee that I’m not a therapist, I can’t help Maverick, but I do want to hear his story. On the outside, it seems that Maverick has it all. He’s sexy as hell, the most popular boy in school, and he’s one of the richest students in town.

  As fucked up as it sounds, I crave Maverick’s touch now. He’s like cocaine; one hit isn’t enough. Since the last time we were together, I’ve been going to bed horny and agitated, wishing for his touch. I have mixed feelings about him. I feel relief when he disregards me like I’m a piece of garbage, but deep down, I want him to be unable to resist me, to desire my touch as much as I desire his.

  I’m lying in my bed with the lights off, but there are too many thoughts running through my brain for it to shut down. My phone is on the nightstand, “Heart Attack” by Trey Songz playing on the speaker on repeat. This song reminds me so much of the raging emotions between Maverick and me. I close my eyes as the beat of the music washes over me, the words piercing my heart.

  I quickly sit up when I feel a caress on my leg.

  “Maverick, what the hell are you doing in my room?”

  Maverick is visible to me by the moonlight shining through my window.

  “I wanted to see you.”

  I’m just wearing panties and a thin tank top. I feel vulnerable in my lack of clothing.

  “How did you get in here?”

  “I picked the lock.”

  He’s lightly running his fingers from my knee to the edge of my panties. My pussy throbs, hungry for his dick.

  “You could’ve knocked.”

  “You wouldn’t have opened the door for me.”

  “How did you know my mom and Michael wouldn’t be home?”

  “I saw them at a bowling alley in Charleston. They’ll be busy for at least a few more hours.”

  “You saw me today at school, but my presence didn’t register on your radar or any other day in school for that matter for the last two weeks.”

  “Cocoa, I think about you every fucking second of the day. I don’t want you in my head, but I can’t get you out. I know that I should do the right thing and leave you alone and I’ve tried, but I’ve never been good at doing the right thing.”

  “Maverick, you’re so confusing. You run hot then cold. It’s driving me crazy.”

  “Then let’s lose our minds together.”

  When his lips touch mine, all other thoughts leave my mind. All that matters is this intense need that this damaged boy stirs in me. He follows as I lay back against the bed, settling between my welcoming thighs. We’re frantically yanking and pulling on each other’s clothes. I disrupt the kiss to drag his shirt over his head. He clasps my tank top, ripping it down the middle, and then he’s attacking my breasts vehemently.

  I loudly moan as I clutch his head to my breasts. He twists his hand in my panties, tearing them from my body. I loosen the drawstring on his sweatpants and wrench them over his ass. Maverick kisses his way from my breasts to my neck. I take hold of his dick, positioning it to the opening of my pussy. He takes his time stretching me, slowly gliding his breadth through my folds. He lifts his head from my neck as his cock reaches the furthest depths of my pussy.

  “You came into my life Cocoa and fucked shit up. I don’t know how you did it. I’ve only known numbness for so long, but you caused a spark in me. Now we’ll both go down in flames,” Maverick says as his lips take possession of mine once more with urgency.

  I widen my legs as I grip his ass. The driving force of his thrusts causes the headboard to thump against the wall with each powerful stroke. We cling to each other while we ride the waves in this tumultuous storm together. His strokes quickly gain momentum, making my body clench, my orgasm building. The pressure becomes too much for me.

  “Maverick, stop.”

  “Don’t ask me to do the impossible.”

  An explosion hits me, dissolving my body into a million pieces. Maverick rises to his knees, positioning my legs over his shoulders. His hips move in frenzied desperation.

  “Cocoa,” he shouts as he collapses on top of me.

  After a few minutes, he rolls onto his back, pulling me over his chest.

  “You have to leave before my mom and Michael get home.”

  “Soon.”

  I yawn, closing my eyes. When I wake up in the middle of the night, Maverick is gone.

  I wanted to stay with Cocoa last night, wanting another taste, but I needed to leave before Mr. Thompson and her mother came home. I finally left after watching her sleep for a while. Having her warm body pressed against mine just felt right, and wrong. I’ve never had that level of closeness with anyone. Cocoa hasn’t arrived in class yet. I wonder if she’ll miss school today only to avoid me. She’s as confused as I am, lost in this whirlwind of the hurricane that’s continuously building whenever we’re around each other.

  I never would’ve imagined that a person could consume me the way she does. I’m not supposed to want her. I’m losing the battle inside me. My eyes greedily eat up the vision of Cocoa when she steps through the classroom door. Our eyes lock as she walks towards me. It’s like we’re connected by an unseen entity. My body is instantly alert, recognizing her on a primitive level.

  My eyes follow her until she takes her seat. The air shifts, an electric surge running between us. Mr. Barnes begins to talk after the bell rings, signaling the start of class. I don’t listen to a fucking word he’s saying. I can’t take my eyes from her. She’s looking straight ahead, pretending to be engrossed in whatever the hell Mr. Barnes is talking about, but she’s not fooling me. She can pretend if that makes her feel any better, but I know Cocoa’s aware of me just as much as I’m aware of her. I’m going to prove that to her.

  I wedge my left hand between her legs, tracing the contours of her pussy through her panties with my fingertips. Cocoa releases a breath and grips the front of the desk so hard that her fingers turn red. There are advantages to being in the back corner of the classroom; it prevents prying eyes from seeing what they shouldn’t. She doesn’t tell me to stop like she did that first day. She wants this. When Cocoa raises her hand, I remove my hand from between her thighs.

  “Yes, Cocoa,” says Mr. Barnes.

  “Can I go to the bathroom?”

  “Go ahead.”

  Cocoa leaves the classroom in a hurry.

  The bathroom door slams against the wall when I enter. I walk over to the sink, gripping the edge, attempting to calm my nerves. I can’t stop the uncontrollable shaking of my body. I don’t recognize the person looking back at me from the mirror. I tried not to let him get to me, to resist him, but the inevitable happened. Now I’m free-falling and my body will shatter once I hit the ground.

  After a few more minutes, I leave the bathroom to return to the classr
oom. Strong arms wrap around my stomach, lifting me from the ground as a hand covers my mouth. I immediately start kicking and lashing out. The assailant enters an unoccupied classroom. When I’m placed on my feet, I swing around to face this person head-on. When I see who it is, the fight leaves my body.

  “Maverick, don’t. We can’t keep doing this. I don’t even know what this is. What brings us together is the main reason we should stay apart. We’re both volatile, when we’re together all my reasoning and morals are nonexistent.”

  “I’m done fighting to ignore you. I’ll deal with the aftermath later.”

  “What do we have besides sex? We don’t talk. I don’t know any personal details regarding your life.”

  “What do you want me to say, Cocoa? My father beat the shit out of my mother and me almost every damn day. He's the reason my mother committed suicide. He’s the reason why I pissed my bed almost every night from the nightmares that haunted my dreams. I quickly hid the bedding each morning, so he wouldn't discover what I'd done. He made me watch as he beat my mother black and blue before raping her. He forced me to hit the prostitute he went to fuck, starting at age six. I lost my virginity to a prostitute who John forced me to fuck at the age of twelve. I lived and breathed fear from breakfast, lunch, and fucking dinner until I was old enough to knock John on his ass. I was taught to hate people like you, Cocoa.”

  He’s telling me what I want to know but the truth is leaving a sour taste in my mouth.

  “I love fucking pain, Cocoa. I love causing and receiving it because it makes my dick hard. I have all of this pent-up rage inside my body, and most days it takes me considerable effort not to unleash the beast.”

  “Do you want to hurt me?”

  “Yes, I want to fucking hurt you!”

  “Why?”

  “Because you make me feel shit I don't want to feel! You make me want what I shouldn't! You make the pain go away, but I don't know how to live without it!”

  My heart breaks for the little boy he was.

  “Don't look at me like that! I don't want you to feel sorry for me, ever.”

  I wish I could take his pain away like it never existed.

  I caress the side of his face with my hand. He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. His body is vibrating with pent-up rage inside.

  “What do you want to do to me? Show me.”

  His facial features turn dangerous as he stalks closer to me. He grips my hair, yanking my head back. He glides his tongue from the base of my throat to my ear lobe, where he bites down hard. I whimper at the unexpected pain. He let’s go of my hair, suddenly turning me around.

  Maverick’s front is firmly pressed against my back. I can feel his hardness poking me. He pushes me up a little to grasp my right arm to twist up my back, while his left hand wraps around my throat, squeezing. Maverick walks me forward until my upper thighs hit a desk, and then he releases his hold on my throat to twist his hand in my hair, slamming me onto the desk. The breath leaves my body with the impact.

  He lifts my skirt, pulling my panties down to my thighs before pummeling my backside with strike after strike. The sounds echo throughout the room. I jump at the first slap, caught off guard.

  “This is what you do to me, Cocoa. I crave you more than my next breath.”

  His words hold sincerity. He growls as he continues his abuse on my ass.

  When Maverick is done, he softly runs his hand along my bruised ass. He kicks my legs open wider with his foot. I feel the jingle of his belt buckle as he undoes it, the cool metal sliding against my heated flesh. I feel his dick at my entrance. I moan as he works his thickness in and out of my tight wet hole. He twists my arm higher up my back, causing me to rise to the tips of my toes.

  “Maverick,” I whisper his name in a pledge.

  When he’s fully planted in my heat, he pulls back out and slams into me, causing the desk to slide forward. With each punishing thrust, the desk moves more.

  “Oh, God,” I groan.

  The bell rings, and within seconds, I hear footsteps and the chatter of our classmates.

  “Stop, Maverick, stop. Someone could hear. You didn’t lock the door.”

  “I can’t stop.”

  I grip the desk with my left hand to keep from falling to the floor, holding on as Maverick rides me.

  My pussy flutters, milking his dick as my orgasm overtakes me. A few seconds later, Maverick shouts as he reaches his climax. I look at the door, sure that someone would enter at the sound Maverick made, but no one does.

  Maverick’s dick leaves my body as he steps back and releases my arm. He pulls my panties over my ass then reaches his hand between my legs to cup my pussy. He rubs my panties into the cum seeping from my pussy.

  “Don’t take these off, leave them on all day.”

  I slowly stand up and turn to face him. My pussy, ass, arm, and ear lobe are sore.

  “Kiss me,” I say.

  He thoroughly tongue kisses me before leaving the classroom.

  I stand there with an ache between my legs, my pussy, and panties saturated with his cum.

  During lunch, I’m in a daze.

  “Cocoa, are you listening to me?” asks Kate.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “Are you okay?” asks Kate with concern in her voice.

  “I’m fine.”

  “You keep fidgeting in your chair like you’re uncomfortable.”

  Oh, I’m definitely uncomfortable. My ass is on fire from my earlier activity.

  Someone takes the seat beside me. When I turn to face the new arrival, I’m surprised to find Maverick.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “I’m sitting with you.”

  “I see that, but why? You know people will talk.”

  “Let them.”

  Jamal, Kate, and Lucy are speechless. They can’t believe what’s happening, and neither can I.

  “Will you be in town for Thanksgiving break?”

  “No, I’m driving to Maryland tomorrow to spend the week with my Grandmother.”

  “Which part?”

  “Frederick. Heard of it?”

  “Yeah,” says Maverick.

  “Where will you be?”

  “Here.”

  He picks my phone up from the table then hands it to me.

  “Type in your passcode.”

  When I unlock my cell phone, he pulls it from my grasp. I look around the cafeteria.

  “I saved my number in your cell phone, text me, so I can have yours too.”

  “Okay.”

  He leans over to whisper in my ear, “Are you still wearing your panties?”

  My pussy clenches at the question.

  I nod my head.

  “Good girl.”

  With that, he leaves the table.

  “What the fuck just happened? Am I in the twilight zone?” asks Jamal.

  “So, are you going to continue to deny that there’s something happening between Maverick and you?” asks Lucy.

  “We’re not stupid, you know,” adds Kate. “We have eyes. Everyone notices the way he watches you. When he enters the room, his eyes search until they land on you. It’s like he’s in love.”

  “I don’t know what’s happening between us, okay? I do know that it scares the hell out of me and it’s confusing. I know I should run away screaming, but I can’t.”

  “You’re in way over your head,” says Jamal.

  “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I reply sarcastically.

  “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he adds.

  It’s too late to jump off the rollercoaster now, so I might as well enjoy the ride.

  When I take my seat at the lunch table, Dee and Nix start in on me. Victoria is giving me a murderous look from the table she’s sitting at.

  “So, are you two an item now?” asks Dee with a grin on his face.

  “Shut the fuck up, man.”

  Nix places both hands over his heart. “Aww, he’s in love.”
r />   They both laugh.

  “Don’t make me fuck you up, Nix.”

  “We’re just happy for you, man,” says Dee.

  “Yeah man, we’re happy that the beast found his beauty.”

  “We’re not together, okay? We just fuck when I’m horny. That’s all she’ll ever be to me, a piece of ass.”

  If I continue telling myself that, maybe I’ll start to believe it.

  I was surprised when I woke up to a “Good morning, have a safe drive” text from Maverick. This is moving more and more into uncharted territory. We’ll get lost at sea because neither of us knows how to navigate. It takes me about five hours to arrive at my grandmother’s. I send my mom and Michael a text letting them know I arrived safely before walking to the front door, luggage in hand to knock.

  My grandmother swings open the door in a flurry of excitement. It smells heavenly inside. I told my grandmother I should arrive around noon. No doubt she has prepared a feast for me. She always does when I visit her.

  “Oh, it’s my grandbaby, my grandbaby has come to spend the Thanksgiving break with me,” my grandmother, flapping her hands before pulling me close for a tight hug. My face is squished against her ample bosom.

  “Okay, grandma. I can’t breathe.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Come on in.”

  When I step inside, she closes the door. I leave my luggage at the door and follow her into the living.

  My grandmother looks great at the age of sixty. My grandmother is from the Deep South, so she knows how to cook all soul food. I’ll be heading home a few pounds heavier next Saturday. My grandmother is a heavy-set woman about my height, with graying black hair. I received my thick lips and shapely figure from her.

  “Earl, our grandbaby is here. Rita, come in here.”

  My grandfather travels downstairs as fast as his old limbs allow, and my Aunt Rita appears from the kitchen.

  “Look at you! You’re a young woman now,” says Aunt Rita, giving me a hug.

  My dad’s side of the family is very close and affectionate.