SO, IF Adrian and Thomas know each other- well, it's not my business anyway. I don't know, I can't just seem to wrap my fingers around this shit. It seems too weird.
I walked into my apartment and met eyes with a similar skin pigment to mine, just as she placed an empty milk-stained bowl on the table.
"Samantha?" I widened my eyes. She smiled, "Look who's back!"
I ran towards her and pulled her into a hug, "I've missed you so fucking much." "Same, but could you get your hands off my neck? You're 'bout to give me asthma."
We both let out soft giggles as I let go.
"Oh my God, Wendy, see your eyes!" she screamed as she held my cheeks in her palms.
Taking her hands off me, I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I sighed, followed by a forced laugh.
"Are you still crying about that idiot?" "No, not really." "Then, why are your eyes like that?" I placed my left arm on my forehead, "Stress?" "I work for nine hours a day, Wendy, and I don't look like this."
"Will you please stop ranting about how I look? I've tried getting rid of 'em but they ain't going. What else do you want me to do?" "Chile, sorry. I didn't know it'll hurt you like that. Anyways, I came here with some products, if you need to use 'em."
I used my right hand to point over at my dresser and the skin care products that filled the white wooden table to the brim, "I don't even want to use them anymore 'cause it seems like nothing is working for me and it hurts the more I realize that."
"Oh, you're still pretty, don't get me wrong. I'm just letting you know that your eyes seem a little dull." "It's okay. I already know how I look. You don't need to fool me with words." "I'm not fooling you."
I sat up, staring at her dead in the eye, "Look, I'm not about to have another quarrel with you over my own looks. I know what I look like; I can literally see myself in the mirror right now, so stop fooling me! He wouldn't have left if I was pretty enough."
Samantha stared blankly. I wouldn't judge her. I wouldn't know what to do either if I were in her shoes.
I laid back on the bed and exhaled, "Why are you here?" Sam had packed her plate and walked over to the kitchen, "I told my boss I needed leave to do some important stuff at home and they surprisingly did give me. So, I decided I'll come spend it here with you."
"The whole thing?" "As long as you don't chase me away, sure." "How long is it?" "A week, and I'll be flying back to England." "Why didn't you go home instead? You did tell your boss you were going home."
Samantha scoffed, "Which home? The one where there's always a rant about how toxic mom was? Or the one with our supposed mother, a horny bastard and his perverted son who keeps trying to make advances at both of us," she walked out of the kitchen, "I think I'd rather stay here."
She pulled off her clothes, revealing radiant caramel skin that had no sign of wrinkles. Twenty-five really looked good on her. Here I was at 21, yet I looked like I was the older brother.
After wrapping a towel around her firm succulent breasts, she tucked her blonde installed wig underneath her blue shower cap.
"Why did she have to remarry?" I asked, staring at the ceiling once more. "That's some question we'll never get the answer to, baby girl. Im'a go hit the shower now," she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
I closed my eyes.
Life really don't go how you want it to.
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"Bye, guys. See you tomorrow," Clara said before walking out of the cafe.
The bell softly rang as the cafe door shut close.
I exhaled and let go of the yellow duster on the counter. Turning 180 degrees, I met with Adrian's back as he cleaned the other side of the counter.
I rested my forearms on the counter, "Adrian." "Yeah?" He turned around to stare at me.
"Do you attend Boxford?"
He looked horrified as my words reached him, like he thought I would never find out.
"Y-You've seen me there before?" "I've seen you there a couple of times, with my ex," I held a straight face.
He let out a soft laugh and looked away, "Your ex? Who?" He laughed again.
"You're a very terrible liar, Adrian. Is there something going on that I don't know?" "There's nothing," he said immediately, cleaning the same spot on the counter over and over again.
"You better spit it out or we're going to have major issues here, and I mean it."
He finally turned to face me, "You want to know the truth? I've been trying to keep it from you but if you want to know then sure, I'll tell you. But I won't cuddle you when you start sobbing again." "Just say what you have to say. I ain't got time for this petty talk."
He sighed and muttered under his breath, "Damn."
I darted over to where he stood and gripped his face, drawing him closer to me, "Look me in the eyes, Adrian. I'm not here for child's play. What the fuck are you two hiding from me?"
We stared at each other in the eye as he couldn't just seem to look away. My glare wouldn't let him.
"I was sent to keep an eye on you. That's all I can say," he yanked his face from my hand and finally stared at the cafe door.
"He told you to watch me?" I scoffed, "So, you're still watching me, even as we're dunzo?" He shook his head, "No, I like it here."
"You've been the one telling him about Devin and me, haven't you?"
He kept mute.
"Answer me!" "I have. Fuck!"
"So you're the Jake he has been going to visit? Thomas, you liar," I laughed hysterically before frowning at him, "How could you do something like that?"
Adrian turned to me, "You know what? To be blatantly honest, I wanted you guys to separate."
I stared at him blankly, trying to register what he said. The second I had gotten myself, I slapped him hard on the cheek.
"And you acted like a fucking angel that day. I never knew you were the devil himself. You fucking disgust me!" I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the cafe.
I managed to get a cab to take me home. Luckily, I didn't fall into the hands of a talkative.
Staggering down the alley, I kicked the poor little rock as I approached my apartment. At least Samantha was waiting for me at home.
"Hey, you're finally here. I was just about to leave."
I looked up and met eyes with Scott. He rested on the wall and fiddled with a white card.
I rubbed my temples and sighed again, "Oh, I'm sorry. I totally forgot." "Is something wrong? Your voice seems off."
I smiled, "You notice things quickly. Uhm, well, I just found out that the cause of my tears that day was all down to someone I thought was my friend, so." "That's terrible." "I know," I laughed. "You'll be fine." "I know. I know. Don't baby me or I'll just cry again."
"Well, here," he stretched the white ticket to me. Accepting his gift, I took a quick glance, "VIP tickets? This-This is too much! I just met you, I can't be taking something this large from you." "Please, just take it. If you don't, it going to end up in the trash 'cause I've got no one else to give."
Impulsively, I pulled him into a hug, "Thank you so much, Scott. You don't know how much better this made my day."
He let out a soft laugh and I immediately drew off of him, embarrassed of my actions.
"You're going also, aren't you? Don't tell me you gave me your ticket." "I didn't. I've got mine." "How about we go together then?" He stared into my eyes as his blue irides almost consumed mine, "You're okay with that?"
"Of course I am, why not? We're friends, are we not?" He squinted his eyes and ruffled my hair, "Of course we are. So, see you by five?" "Sure."
I watched him intently as he adjusted his cap and walked off.
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