Periods
“That’s not an issue, because you don't have to be an athlete to play a game, at least not in this,” Alice spoke, as he sat on the table in front of her.
Spreading both his legs, trapping her in between.
“So you don't like to waste food, right? Because people die of hunger.”
Alisha nodded her head at his question, not able to understand why he was asking this, as before he said he cared less about who was dying from hunger.
As usual, he is just all about making her uncomfortable, by sitting this closely, or should say hovering over her .
"Then you've wasted the cake, letting it fall all over your clothes and lap," Alice's eyes pointed accusingly.
Alisha looked down at the mess. "You startled me; I got scared, that's why this happened," she explained.
"Don't blame me; it happened, and that's the fact," Alice stated firmly.
"Yes," Alisha agreed, acknowledging the situation.
But the main question about what he was trying to say wasn't quite hitting her. First, he talked about the game, and now this; he was just making everything so confusing.
"So, what do we do when it happens?" Alice asked, seeking clarity.
" Apologize and never do it again," Alisha replied matter-of-factly.
"Right, so lick it, clean your clothes and thighs off," Alice leaned back as he spoke.
Alisha's eyes widened as she heard him, realizing he was suggesting she lick it. She knew something was off with him.
"I am not a dog to lick. I didn't even waste it; it's you who made it drop. How about you be a dog and lick it," Alisha retorted, frustrated with his suggestion.
Alice smirked, confident that he was winning this game of wits with her. Dealing with someone less intelligent could be amusing in its own way.
"I can do that, but I don't think that makes me a dog. Let's forget about that. How about I lick it, and in return, you have to lick something else," Alice said with a double meaning, his mind already plotting.
His anger dissipated as he considered the opportunity that lay before him. Maybe he could convince her to give him a blow job, thus releasing the pent-up frustration he felt.
He had never experienced a blowjob before, not because women weren't capable of giving one, but because he hadn't found the right person for him.
Now, with Alisha, he saw a chance to explore this new experience with someone special to him.
"Why do I need to lick anything? You don't even have to lick it; I can wash it. Forget it; you've completely lost your mind. How do you always come up with these things?" Alisha complained upon hearing his words.
His unpredictable behaviour always left her wondering how his mind worked. One moment he was angry, and the next, he was suggesting something entirely different.
"I've told you before, when I suggest something, you have to comply," he insisted.
"Do you have mood swings?" Alisha asked, unable to resist the comparison.
His mood swings were reminiscent of someone experiencing hormonal fluctuations, though she herself didn't experience them to that extent. He swung worse than anyone she'd encountered.
"What do you mean?" Alice questioned, trying to comprehend her comparison.
"I feel like you experience mood swings similar to those during menstruation, although guys don't have periods. But maybe you're an exceptional case because it's not normal to behave like someone who doesn't know how to control their emotions," Alisha explained.
‘Periods?,’Alice repeated to himself, his conscience laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
Forcing a smile onto his lips, Alice resigned himself to the fact that Alisha was always bound to come up with such nonsense, and there was no stopping her.
"I don't experience them, but I can make sure yours stop for a certain period of time," Alice shamelessly remarked, implying he could get her pregnant and she wouldn't have periods.
However, Alisha failed to grasp his insinuation.
"I don't need to stop my periods; they're good for the body, and I certainly don't behave like you," Alisha asserted.
"Then do as you're told, Angel, because we're not here to waste time, and if we are, I'd rather waste it on something worse," Alice commanded.
"I'm not licking anything," Alisha stated firmly, standing her ground.
She refused to comply. She had already gone through enough, from walking on glass to doing numerous other things because he demanded it. But now, all limits have been crossed. First, he kissed her, spreading germs, and now he wanted her to lick something.
"Find someone else to lick or lick them; I'm not a lollipop for you to lick, and keep your germs away from me," Alisha retorted firmly.
Alice sighed and placed his hand on her shoulder, applying pressure. "Are you sure you want to go that route? If I were you, I'd be obeying," he warned.
"You're not me, which is why we have different opinions on the matter. If you were me, then you could lick yourself," Alisha retorted boldly, her voice devoid of fear.
"Okay then, let's go home. We're already late," Alice announced, scooping her up into his arms.
Once they were outside, he placed her in the car, taking the seat beside her. The driver set off as soon as everyone was settled.
Alisha was left confused by the sudden turn of events. How did he just pick her up in the middle of their conversation ?
‘What just happened? I don't know,’ Alisha asked herself, feeling bewildered.
She glanced outside and noticed the night sky shimmering in darkness, the stars twinkling brightly.
As they headed towards Alice's home, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the orphanage she grew up in.
It was strange how she found herself missing it now, despite never being apart from it before. She had never imagined that being away from home would feel like this, especially with someone who constantly hurt and confused her.
She didn't know how to make sense of things, but he wasn't just weird; he was downright bizarre. Without even realizing it, he exuded an aura of strangeness that left her feeling utterly confused. His actions and behavior were so different from what she was accustomed to that she found herself constantly perplexed by everything he did.
“What happened?"
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