Bite me

I brushed my hair out of my face. Sweat beading along my forehead as I danced to the beat of the overwhelming music. It was like the music swallowed me whole as if I could be lost for hours at a time. It was nice. Not thinking about much, nothing at all during some moments. I can't dream of a more magical feeling. Pushing my hips forward making a circular motion, I lightly bumped the person behind me. Still I kept on until my feet couldn't go any longer and hips wouldn't sway.

Whenever I got home, my feet barely wanted to leave the car as they dragged on the pavement. The morning sky mocking me as I trudged the driveway. Placing my keys on the table, I started to head for my bedroom passing what used to be my sister's room. For a second, I wanted to stop. Wanted to look inside even though only empty walls would greet me there. But as I passed the room I was reminded once again no matter how empty it was without any furniture, it would always be incomplete without her presence.

I rolled into bed. With a light headed feeling, not a horrible one since I drank pretty lightly. I started to think about things I didn't want to think about. And then I drifted away into soft slumber.

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I awoke in a panic. My head felt damp like I had sweated through my clothes from yesterday.

My clothes from yesterday...

My stress began to disappear as I remembered I was in my room. In the same clothes I had partied in the other night. I wasn't in any danger yet my stomach was telling me something else. I looked at the time and got up slowly. My jeans felt sticky against my skin and my crop top pitched my boobs. My body carried me to the bathroom with my feet still sore.

Peeling off the clothes, I started up the warm water. Once in I relaxed trying to remember the stressful dream I had had. But nothing came to mind. Just a bad feeling lingered through my spine.

Probably wasn't important, Fae.

I pulled my phone off the counter as I grabbed my towel. I stopped once I saw the home screen.

Tuesday, 7:40 am

My stomach dropped. Work, I had fucking work at 6. I rushed through the bathroom door to my bedroom. Looking around the cluttered room with almost everything everywhere, I found my uniform. Dripping water all over the floor, I tied my hair into a horribly slick bun. I didn't even get the chance to dry myself.

My head spun as I went over the things I needed. Phone, I had. Clothes, I had. Name tag, I- Where the fuck was my name tag? I quickly dropped to the floor looking around through the mess of clothes. Eventually I found it.

Soon I was barreling through my front door with my keys in hand trying my best to make my curls stick in the right places.

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" You look like shit. "

The first words to greet me whenever I step into my workplace. I worked at a small coffee shop a little ways away from my home.

" Thank you, I try. " I rolled my eyes, clocking in. I looked at the reflection through a glass window we had on the inside of the counter. I really did look rough. My curly hair looked like it was barely hanging in the tight bun as my eyeshadow and eyeliner remnants still remained on my face, smeared, of course.

I looked at Ryana.

" You were right..." I said, biting my lip.

She only smirked as she said, " About partying on weekdays? How could you have guessed? "

As I stared at her I thought about how odd it was for us to be friends. Of course there was an obvious difference in personalities. In some ways, I was more bold than her while she was more reserved and quiet. Most of the time I did more of the talking than she ever could. Then there were our appearances. While she was a tall, skinny pale girl, I was a brown, heavyset kinda girl. Besides all of that, we got along just fine. Both of us applying for jobs at the same time and Ryana getting cashier while I worked as a waitress, almost felt like aligned fate. Even though the pay wasn't that great... We could both agree that it was better than working no where.

" I'm feelin' like I just fell out the sky..." I groaned as the bell rang to notify us of a customer.

" Well, you did drop something at that club. " she teased.

I felt my pride build up. I know she wasn't there or anything but to feel like I had made a mark where I danced made me feel good.

I turned to look at Ryana as I tied on my apron, " We should go ou- "

But Ryana suddenly wasn't focused on me anymore. Her bright green eyes were glued on the customer that just walked in. Well, more than just glued. The man's tight V neck showed off the curves of his muscles. His dark skin showed scars and scratches from who knows what. He had more than just a strong build, his face appeared to be very handsome. Strong jawline, pointed nose, high cheekbones. It was like I was looking at a magazine. Ryana's eyes seemed seriously fixed on the stranger in front of her.

" Hello ladies, " He smiled, a truly breathtaking smile I could say.

Only Ryana didn't smile back and then I realized she was frowning with a serious look in her eyes.

" What would you like today? " Uprose a robotic voice, I hadn't heard since we began being close friends.

" I think I'll take the usual. "

The usual? I hadn't seen this man a day in my life. At least I thought I hadn't as Ryana answered, " Fae, get him a black coffee. No sugar. "

My mouth nearly fell open. As the guy nodded, smiling the same smile at her, he went to sit somewhere in the back.

Straight away I whispered, " Do we- Do you know him?! "

Ryana snapped out of whatever trance she was in. And lightly shook her head staring like a deer in headlights at me. Ryana normally had a calm presence about her, I had never seen her show interest in a guy before.

Knowing I wasn't going to get more out of her, I began to start on the black coffee.

Sometimes you never know when Ignorance is bliss.