ENVY (GirlxGirl) (Currently Re-editing)

Chapter 2

Lyla

As I got out of the shower, I thought about my life and my relationships. Everyone that I used to be with, cut me off. I needed new ties with new people and fast. I hoped while A and I are out, I meet someone. Hell, although Alex satisfied me sexually, I'm sick of being put second to Vickie. I know that's her wife but damn, sometimes she just treats me like shit. I shouldn't have to deal with that regardless of the situation. I opened my closet, walked inside and grabbed my outfit for the day (pictured above). I went into my bathroom and plugged up the curling iron. Just as I walked back inside of my room, I heard the alarm say, "Front door open," and knew my best friend and roommate, Aubrey was here. 

"L!" I heard her yell. 

"I'm in here, A!" I yelled from my room as I took off my towel and put on my bra and panties. When she walked into my room, I looked at her and felt a slight tingly feeling of jealously, looking at her outfit. If there was ever a such thing as the "it factor," Aubrey had it. 

"I knew your ass was going to be in here still getting ready," she said, laughing. "Girl, I have to tell you all about my photo shoot with Zoe." 

"Let's talk about it over lunch, A." I said, smiling. It was actually nice to see her smiling and happy about someone else.. especially after her relationship with Justine. 

"Alright, cool," she went in front of my full figured mirror and check herself out. "Don't be too long, L." she said, as she walked behind me and smacked my ass.

I bit my lip, laughed and said, "Don't start anything you can't finish." 

"Been there, done that." she whispered in my ear and walked out of my room. You're probably thinking, did they have sex before?  Well, yes, we did. It was when we first met and it was pretty nice but I don't think it'll ever happen again. Besides, I didn't want her stuck up ass. I hate to think of my best friend like that but I couldn't help it. Jealously was something I had a hard problem with. After getting dressed, I went into the bathroom as well and curled my hair which only took me 10 minutes. I unplugged them, put them back in my basket, walked out of my bathroom, grabbed my clutch and closed my door as I left out of my room. When I walked into the living room, I saw Aubrey watching Love & Hip Hop ATL. She loved that show. 

"Why don't you just go on that damn show," I said, laughing. 

"You know I would but first, I don't live in Atlanta and second, I'm a lesbian meaning the chances of me fucking any one of them dudes on there is slim to none. Especially not Stevie J. Mimi's dumb ass went back to him. I like Joseline, though. That's my girl," She replied. 

"I know what you mean. Mimi is crazy as hell for going back to Stevie," I said, shaking my head. I guess love overpowers everything. Still, that's crazy. "You ready to go? I'm ready to do some shopping." 

"Hell yeah," she said, getting up and turning the tv off, "We about to be in that damn mall for hours messing around with us." I nodded as she put on the alarm and we walked out of the front door. I locked the door and we got into my red Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG. My car was my pride and joy and besides the condo Aubrey and I shared, it was the most expensive thing I've ever paid for. As we rode to Sawgrass Mills mall, our favorite song, Bad by Wale, came on and we sung along. 

Is it bad that I never made love. No, I never did it but I sure know how to f*ck. I'll be your bad girl. I'll prove it to ya. I can't promise that, I'll be good to ya. 'Cause I had some issues. I won't commit. No, not having it but at least I can admit that I'll be bad love to ya. To ya. I'll be good in bed, but I'll be bad to you. 

When we got to the mall, I parked and then we went inside. The first store we went into was Versace. It was our favorite store and as soon as we got inside, we practically ran to all the cute clothes. Although we were both 24, Aubrey and I were like 18 year old's when it came to shopping. Rich 18 year old's that is because we didn't have a limit. That was one of the perks of being a famous model.