Her shades of Hues

Chapter 3

Felicity's pov.

My eyes are forced to open when someone knocked. I straightened my posture. I fell asleep here in a cafe and my head is on the table, I used it as a headrest, fucking goodness!

"Are you okay, bitch? You are always sleepy and that's every time you hang out with us." Anastasia said and knocked again on the table to remind me that she was still around. "You are just like mocking us that we bore you."

"Hello, bitch. Welcome to reality! Are you so drowned in your dreams? I bet Rhys is in there." Patricia said before drinking her smoothie.

I rolled my eyes. "No bitch! And don't mention that jerk."

Yes! I know I like the man named Rhys, I spent the night with him and it was the fun, the most perfect, and wonderful made love I had, but again... is it okay to call it made love?

"Oh right, because you felt like he treated you as a slut who needs money after sex," Patricia whispered. Anastasia nudges her but after that, they both laugh.

"How dare he! After that one night's pleasure, he put money on the side table and leave?" I said and rolled my eyes.

Yeah, I woke up the next morning, and he was not there anymore. What's left is a note saying 'Here's some money in case you don't have money for a ride back to your home. I don't want to insult you or what for leaving money but, I don't wanna touch your stuffs just to check if you have some money to hail a cab.'

Well, I know I shouldn't get mad about that because he just wants to care but! He gave me thousands of dollars! It's too much for the payment of hiring a cab! Well, does he mean that money is  for giving him pleasure?! What a douchebag!

"Yeah, He supposed just to give you as much as ten dollars for the cab but he gave you a money worth of a luxury bag!" Anastasia said with her wicked laugh.

I nodded. "But I won't use his money and if ever I saw him again, I'll give it back to him."

"Why?" They both asked.

"Because it's not mine and he's not the only one who had a great time that night," I said and their eyes grew wide.

"He's nice in bed. Well, he's the best, from all of my experience." I whispered. Anastasia put her messed hair in the back of her ears while Patricia made an expression of saying 'really?'

I nodded.

"So how can you explain why are you ditching us this past few weeks? You don't go with us in bars, clubs, or even in pubs... and you are always asleep whenever we meet up in broad daylight." Anastasia said and crossed her arms in front of me. She even rested her back on the backrest of the chair.

"Well, I'm busy considering what university I'm going to attend," I said and they both become attentive.

"Then? Are you going to med school or you are going to pursue a career in a fashion school?"

"Well, that's the problem," I stated and rested my back.

"Good luck then, bitch." Patricia said and Anastasia just nodded at me, and I did the same.

My eyes diverted to the door of the restaurant as soon as the wind chimes clanged. I rolled my eyes as soon as the unsophisticated look of Jemina filled the room. She emailed me yesterday that she wants to talk to me today but she dares to show up late.

I bit my lower lip in frustration. She roamed her eyes, maybe searching for me. As soon as our eyes met, she walked towards my place using her childlike walk.