Romeo and Juliet

18-B-

                                                                       Stop Looking


Julie throws herself on my bed. "Just change, girl. We're going to a party."

"Whose house?"

She knows the rule. I'm popular. I don't go to any party. It must be someone cool.

"I don't recall his name. Erick. Erm, Edrick. Something like that. The frat house we went to last time. That one."

"And Daniel? Is he okay with you drinking?"

She chuckles. "Hah! As if he cares. He broke up with me."

My mouth falls open. "Why?"

"I have no idea." I know she's restraining from saying something, but I don't push.

Her eyes start to close slowly, and I pray she falls asleep, but she jolts. Is this her way to deal with the breakup? They looked as if they were going for something serious. She even wanted to join the cheerleader squad; she hates most of them in it.

"Something is poking me. What's this?" She looks at my phone that lies under her and takes it.

"Go on. Get ready. I'll wait," She giggles as she looks at my phone like some type of weird specimen. She's drunk. How did she get here?

I put on whatever I find first, and while she continues looking at my phone, I hurry to put my hair up in a ponytail.

"Didn't Romeo invite you?" She asks.

No. I shake my head. I hope he doesn't plan doing anything behind my back because I will kill him.

"That's weird. I think I saw him there with Chloe."

I freeze. I thought he wanted to date me. I roll my eyes and proceed with my makeup. Everything is a game for him. It's supposed to be like that for me too.

I walk into my closet and change into something more provocative, sexier, a head-turner that can make anyone fall at my sight. Although everything I put on looks perfect on me, I try my best.

"You're wearing that?" Julie hiccups.

I look down at myself and walk to put on more makeup. Romeo is going to lose tonight if he thinks I'm falling for his game. I can do it too, and way better.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I'm a lesbian," she laughs after saying it loud, which I join.

"Please don't. Or you're sleeping in another room," I joke.

We normally share the same bed. Although we have rooms for many guests, she prefers to sleep on my bed, which I have no problem with.

"Oops! I opened your phone," she half whispers, and I turn around in full alert.

I forget she has her fingerprint on it too.

"Uh! Is this Romeo? Are you stalking his profile?"

As I make steps toward her, she runs around my bed scrolling through his pictures.

"That ass. Give me a piece of that. He is so fucking sexy."

"Julie, give me my phone." My face turns pink because she laughs even harder this time. And I feel it. I burn in embarrassment.

"Wait! Look at this. Isn't he the cutest guy?" She turns the phone for me to have a look at the image.

He appears to be years younger and he looks down at a small girl while they hold hands. It's Karina. It melts my heart. They look happy, innocent, and free. I wonder when his life turns into hell. My chest aches at the sight and the memory of my own family.

"Just give me my phone."

"You are grouchy. You need to get laid," she mutters, which makes me laugh.

"Let's go," I tell her, taking my phone, my purse, keys, and shoes.