Illegal

One

Demi

"Come on, get up" I grumbled in reply, forcing my red and swollen eyes open as Jordan ripped the sheet off my legs.

"Fuck off, Jordan" I tried to pull the sheet back up my body but her strength outmatched mine. She discarded of it on the floor and then stood at the side of my bed, staring down at me with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm not going to let you wallow in self-pity. She's a bitch and you deserve so much better than her" my eyes burnt with the threat of tears at the thought of her. I sniffled, using the neck of my Rolling Stones shirt to wipe at my cheeks. "Isn't that her shirt?" she rolled her eyes, already knowing the answer. Yes, it's her shirt but I basically adopted it as mine during the first 2 months we were dating, it still sort of smells of her though.

It wasn't until I finally stopped thinking about myself and my problems that I noticed how Jordan was dressed.

"Why are you wearing that?" my voice was deep and raspy.

"Because we're going out. College starts back up next week, we need to celebrate our last weekend of freedom before all the college work starts again. Remember how stressed we got last year?" she turned on her heel and headed to my closet. "You need to get out of this apartment, Dem. She was a bitch who really doesn't deserve your tears" I released a sigh as I slowly sat up. "And I know that you loved her but she really didn't deserve any of it. You wasted 2 years on her" I rolled my eyes, wiping once again at my cheeks before I slowly climbed out of bed.

"I'm gonna grab a shower" I mumbled as I headed towards the bathroom. I could feel Jordan's eyes on me as I left my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and relaxed back against the door, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. "Pull yourself together, Demetria" I muttered under my breath. "Jordan's right, you deserve better. She was a bitch. She cheated on you for fucks sake" I shook my head as I eventually found the strength to push myself away from the door and I moved to stand in front of the mirror. My reflection terrified me. The dark bags under my eyes made me look ill. I leant over to switch the shower on, making sure that I had a towel already on the heated railing. I pulled the shirt over my head and shimmied out of my shorts. I took one last glance at my reflection in the mirror before I stepped into the shower. The water pelting down on my body was welcomed. I cried softly as I showered, allowing myself to cry one last time for the relationship I'd just lost. The moment I stepped from the shower, a feeling of relief washed over me, it was like I'd washed all my pent up sadness away. I haven't felt this good or alive in days.

"So, I thought this would be a good dress to wear?" Jordan spoke as I stepped back into my bedroom, my towel wrapped around my body. She held up a black leather dress that had a v-neck collar which shows off a lot of cleavage, a bit more than what I'm normally comfortable with. To be honest, I didn't even realise I owned such a dress.

"Is it not a bit revealing?"

"Oh, live a little, Demetria" she rolled her eyes as she lowered it down onto my bed. "You're single. You've got to show the girls off. I wish I had boobs like yours" I slapped her hand away as she lightly pat my chest. She laughed as she pulled away from me and she started rummaging through my makeup drawer. I ran the spare towel through my hair as I watched her.

"Where are we even going tonight?" she glanced back at me with a smirk.

"Some new bar in town. It's the hotspot at the moment."

"Jonny's?"

"That's the one" I shook my head as I dried myself off, pulling on my black lace panties that Jordan had laid out on my bed. She had chosen my entire outfit. I grabbed the leather black dress off my bed and proceeded to pull it on. "Damn girl, you look fire" I nibbled on my lip as I glanced down at myself, unsure as to how I felt in a dress so tight. Jordan grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of my mirror. I couldn't help but to feel just a little bit sexy.