Maia
I woke up today feeling like shit. My head hurts and my feet feel like they are swollen. I hate wearing high heels. I stretch an arm over my night stand and grabbed my phone. Gasping at the time, 12pm. I sit up on the bed, rubbing sleep off my eyes. Remembering Michael inside me, it almost feels like it was just a dream.
Dragging myself off the bed, I head over to my dresser, grabbing the Plan-B that lays on top. Swallowing the small pill quickly, I smile at the memory of last night; Michael said to take it in the morning— ops.
Zombie walking to the bathroom, I feel the soft fingertips tapping my shoulder. I stoped walking and faced the same bodacious girl I had bumped into last time.
"Oh, hi!" I squeaked.
"Hey, where have you been?" The pretty blonde asks with a smile on her face.
"I've been busy, we're you looking for me?" I'm very curious.
"Yes, I've been wanting to get your number. I think we would be good friends."
"Wow, yes! I'd love too. Maybe next time my friends and I go to party you can tag along."
"I love to party! Here, type your number on my phone." She hands me her phone and I quickly type in my phone number.
"Maia is a pretty name. I'm Linda, I don't remember if I had introduced myself last time." I honestly don't remember either.
"We'll just in case, it's nice to meet you Linda." I smile at her.
"I'll text you later so you can have my number too. It's nice to meet you also. Talk later." She waved and walked into her redhead friends room.
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I invited Melody and Alyssa to go eat lunch with me in the city. We found a really cute pizza place, who's reviews says it's the best in New York.
"Where did you go yesterday? We were worried about you." Alyssa crosses her arms.
"Yeah, we just saw people running out and screaming and we were searching for you. I don't even know what happened." Melody chimes in.
I know what happened, but I prefer not to give the girls that image of Michael. Plus, I rather not mention Michael I front of Melody. I bring the slice of devious cheese pizza to my mouth, taking a big bite. These cheese pizzas can be deadly, not even three minutes ago I was choking on cheese. If it wasn't for Melody hitting my back and me gulping my lemonade, I think I would be dead.
"I was dancing with some guys and heard the screams too and got out, I figured you guys were out of there since you were closer to the exit." I lied.
"I heard someone scream that some guy had a gun. That's so fucking scary." Melody says, while eating some of her Hawaiian pizza.
"Yeah, supposedly someone pointed a gun at someone's head. People are crazy now a days." Alyssa shakes her head in disbelief.
I say nothing. I prefer not to keep lying. I really want to tell Alyssa but I would rather Melody not find out about Michael and I. I don't want to hurt her. I really hope she only saw him as a hook up and nothing more.
"So, did Maia tell you that I was literally dancing with the hottest guy in school yesterday? Oh my god, he was so hot." Melody expresses excited.
I shut my eyes for a second, really not wanting to have this conversation, because Michael and her shared a kiss, but him and I were literally fucked in his car hours later.
"What? No. Who was he?" Alyssa's eyes dance with curiosity between Melody and I.
I try to give her a look that says stop asking questions but she ignores it.
"Well, Maia knows him. His name is Michael, I've seen him around school and I always thought he was hot but you know I never thought he would pay me any attention to me."
Alyssa's smiles and excitement died as soon as she heard the name. Her eyes diverting to mine. I look at her for a second before looking down at the table.
"Oh, well just so you know Ma—"
I cut her off before she can finish her sentence, "he's known to be a player, just be careful. I wouldn't go there if I were you." I tell Melody, honestly.
Alyssa frowns at me, wondering why didn't I tell her the truth. Honestly, I don't know why. I mean, I guess I just don't want to explain to another person just how complicated Michael and I's relationship is. I'm selfish I know.
"Yeah you might be right, I mean he sent me for a drink and when I got back he left." She said sadly.
I continue to eat my pizza in silence. Avoiding Alyssa's deadly glares.
Thankfully, Melody dropped the Michael topic and we had a nice long talk about everything else. We already planned out our second night out which will be next Saturday at another club. I mentioned Linda to my friends and they are happy about inviting her to the next party.
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It's currently 4:37pm, and I'm feeling nauseous. I wonder if the pill has side effects or maybe the pizza didn't do me good. Either way, I need to catch up on some assignments. I pack my books and head to the library.
The library was nearly empty once I got here. There were only four tables occupied, giving me a whole selection of seats I could take. Going to the furthest table to the back near the big windows and bookshelf's. I find peace in settings where I could see the outside world.
Growing up was hard. I tried to avoid any contact with my abuser so I trapped myself inside my own room, with only a small window. Having a strict mother who got manipulated by her husband was hard. I remember the countless times I had to literally beg her to allow me to go to a park that was only two blocks away from our house. Only for 90% of her answers to be no.
Supposedly California was just too dangerous for a little girl to be walking around. But I knew that it was mostly because he was telling her what to do, what to say. She has always been his poppet, since the day I remember. No matter how many time I would call him out of his bullshit, to her he was perfect. Incapable of making any mistakes.
The funny thing is; she was completely oblivious to all the sexual abuse. I was 12 the first time I told her about everything he was doing to me but I ended up getting grounded for "spreading lies". I think my punishment lasted for a whole week. No phone, no tv, no playing with my dog. I lived in literal hell for most of my life.
That was until I grew balls to move here. It wasn't easy, I got physically abused once he found out. I quote— "You can't leave me! What will I do without you?" I mean, maybe be a good husband to your wife? I hate him.
The intercom comes alive when the librarian speaks, "10 minutes before closing. Please put any books back if needed be, and starts packing. We open again tomorrow at 6am. Have a good evening everyone."
I gather all my paper notes into a neat pile, placing them in my binder. Putting the rest of my material inside my bag, I get up to make my way to exit the library.
Campus was dead today. I guess more people then I realized do celebrate Memorial Day. Campus feels peaceful now that it's not cluttered with humans everywhere. I take my time walking to my dorm, wanting to enjoy the semi cold breeze of August. It's soon to be fall, my favorite season.
I find so relaxing the noise trees make when the wind rattles it's leafs. The trees are still green, but the anticipation of when they turn orange and yellow makes me excited.
Passing by some classmates, I wave them hellos. This school has some of the friendliest people I've ever met. Thankfully, there isn't too much drama.
That is, until I come face to face with bitter Sophia. It's funny, I almost forgot about her. Once she moved out of my dorm room, for unknown reasons— but I know it has everything to do with Michael, I haven't seen her around much. Once a week if even when I go to a class or when I go to the cafeteria, nonetheless, she wasn't someone I cared to see.
As soon as Sophia's eyes met mine, the smile she has faded. Her eyes narrowed and I could tell she's suppressing an eye roll.
"Move," her hands nearly touched me but I took a step back before she could touch me.
"What's you're problem now?" I made sure she could hear the irritation in my voice.
"Don't act smart with me, bitch." She says, placing one hand on her hip.
I immediately rolled my eyes in irritation. I don't wanna be dealing with her today. I stared at her, waiting to see if she was going to say something else. If she doesn't speak in three seconds, I will just walk away.
Unlucky for me, she began to open her mouth, "what's your deal with Michael?" Her face turning is disgust.
The question shouldn't have surprised me but some how it still managed to make me nervous. The thing is Michael and I are complicated. I wouldn't be able to even answer her question even if I wanted too. I allowed myself a few seconds to gather my thoughts, "there's no deal." I lied.
Squinting her eyes and scrunching her nose, I know she just smelled the bullshit lie.
Taking one step closer into my proximity, Sophia eyed me up and down. "I don't believe you."
"I don't care what you believe." I take a step back, desperate to not share the same air as her.
"He's mine, you know? It doesn't matter if you don't see us together or if you see him with anyone else, he will always be mine." She tells me matter-a-factly.
"Seems like you have an obsession problem." I told her boldly.
She laughs a throaty laugh, sending the hairs in my back to stand up. I feel super uncomfortable right now. I've never realized how unhealthy her mindset regarding Michael was. Well, actually how could I know.
Sophia checks her phone before putting it back in her purse, "no, but I'm protective over what's mine. Don't confuse yourself darling."
"Why are you here wasting your time with me, when there's so many other girls you should be having this conversation with?" I asked her curiously. The facts are that Michael isn't discrete with his hooks up, however we are, so why is she wasting her time with me?
"Because he doesn't care about those other girls, but I see the way he looks at you. I see how much he tries not look at you when you walk by. I see his inward struggles with his feelings for you. So, stay away." I swear I saw a glimpse of pain flash in her eyes.
"Sophia, Michael doesn't give a fuck about me, or anyone for that matter. Why don't you try to move on?" My suggestion was merely an act of feeling bad for the girl but as soon as those words left my mouth, I felt a sting in my cheek.
"Just stay away from him, stupid slut!" Her voice echoed, making every student turn their heads in our direction.
My hand instantly went to touch my cheek, the stinging still very much there. Before I could even say anything, I see her face light up. Michael was approaching us. I paled.
In this moment I felt embarrassed and awkward. Her slap brought back unwanted memories. Memories I don't want to think about in this moment or any other to be honest. I wanted to cry, but I can't show how weak I am. Not to her. Sophia is the type of person that if you so much show fear, she will take advantage of that.
"What the fuck are you doing, Sophia?" Michael's deep voice roared in anger. Without even realizing, his hands were on my cheek and his eyes scanning for any injuries. It's just a slap, I thought to myself, embarrassed of the attention I was receiving.
Sophia gasped as his tone, quickly making her way to hug him but he pushed her away with his free hand.
"I'm fine. I should go." I say and attempt to walk away.
Holding me from my arm, Michael pulls me close to him. His eyes still glaring at Sophia, "If you ever so much touch a hair on her head again-," he cuts himself off, taking a deep breath and still giving her a death glare. My eyes widen at his tone and words. Unable to understand why he's acting like he cares so much. Wrapping his arms around me in a protective way, my eyes go from him to Sophia once more.
Sophia stayed quiet for a moment, but not long after her eyes searched the floor, her voice only a whisper when she says, "yes master."
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