Her Narcissist

"Ballin' With the Players"

laja

"So Miss Delya from Remind. How are you doing on this fair, fair day?" I say in a posh accent.

"Very well, Madame Lajaaa," she extends my name.

I had text my short story partner on Remind and gotten her number so that we could FaceTime. Turns out she had an Android, so we just used Google Duo.

Right now we were taking a break from our story.

"I can't believe she's making this due by the end of the week," I complain. "We just got done writing a story."

"She gave a lot of hard work online," Delya commented. "But I didn't know she was gonna be giving back to back projects in person."

"At least none of them are too hard. They're just fucking time consuming," I roll my eyes.

"You're cute," she cut in.

"I-

I blinked, not expecting that. "Thank you," I let a small smile curl up on my lips. "Alright, let's get back to this project so we can be done," I comment a moment later.

"Ight. So we going with and or after awhile for that one part in our last paragraph?"

"I don't know, I keep rereading it," I stare at my laptop with our shared document open.

"Ms. Waters let me read your short story, it was good as fuck," Delya commented. "Really," I chuckled to myself. "I think it was quite bad."

Crap. I'm doing it again. Putting myself down intentionally so that other people can compliment me or give me sympathy.

"No, it was amazing. Actually, I think you should write the last paragraph," Delya blinks innocently.

I laugh a little. "You think you slick? I see ya games, miss ma'am, but I suppose I'll be willing to write the last paragraph," I say at last.

"I appreciate it, Laja," she smiles widely. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. All I ask is that you stay on the phone wimme while I write it. So I don't get distracted," I then add.

"Or maybe you just wanna hear my lovely voice?" she teased me. "You flirt with all your partners like this?" I scoff, typing away on my laptop. There were done. "Only when I'm horny." My eyes snap to my phone. Delya burst out into a fit of laughter. "Wow, the way you looked so quickly though. You tryna get freaky wimme, Laja?"

"You seem to be freaky enough for the both of us," I grumble.

"Nahh, nahh. I'm just a flirty person though," she states. "I like studs, but you're not my type." I look up again at her curiously. It's not everyday you meet a stud who likes studs too. "What? I don't meet the criteria?" I flirt.

"You're not silly enough for me. You seem too serious, but too immature somehow." Delya only shrugged. "I don't know. You're just not my type."

"Ouch," I joke.

"Hey, don't be disappointed baby girl. I'd still fuck though," she winked. I found myself blushing. "Yo chill. You aint fucking shit. The only thing you fucking is-

"Ugly. Yeah, yeah. I've heard that joke a billion times," she rolled her eyes.

"Hm," I stare at her for a moment. "You tryna be friends or some shit?"

"Why. You lonely?" she smirks.

"Bitch, stop playing wimme," I snap.

"Sure hun. But you gotta let me take you out on a date," she yawns. "And get rid of that quick temper."

"Nigga what?"

"Come to one of my basketball games. I'll pay."

"Nahh, that's just me coming to see yo flat ass," I roll my eyes. "And ion even like basketball. I know a lot about it, but ion like it."

"A stud...that doesn't like basketball," she exclaims with false surprise, "what a tragedy!"

"Fine I'll go," I sigh. "But you gotta pay for snacks too."

"I can do more than that," she offers. "I'll give you a side of ass too. Cause mine is supposedly flat."

Delya stands up in the camera and I gawk.

"Got so much ass everywhere that you can't see where it ends. No wonder you thought it wasn't there," she laughs.

"I mean. Shit," I smirk, looking away from the camera as Delya slyly smiles too.

"So you'll be there?" she asks again.

"When is it?" I sigh, pulling out the Calendar app on my phone.

"Now I feel like you're coming just to see a cheek or two. Anyways...Tonight. I'll send the info. Bye."

"Wait- Bit-

She hung up on me and I smacked my lips. "Got me fucked up." I was tryna watch Chicago PD reruns and old NCIS episodes tonight. A moment later, Delya sent all the info for tonight's game and I lazily made my way to the bathroom. It starts at seven. That should give me enough time to get fresh for the hoes. If I was really feeling bored, I'd invite my whole team of whores and let them fight for me.

But I have a feeling Delya will keep me entertained.