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A Girls Day Out Pt.1: Part 13

The next morning, I woke up to a loud knock at the door. I glanced over at the clock on the dresser. It was ten o'clock in the morning. I groaned and laid my head back down on the pillows. The stains from my mascara filled tears were still there from the night before. I didn't want to talk to anyone today. I just wanted to stay in my room and disappear. But another came at the door and then another afterwards. Once I realized they wouldn't stop, I decided to go answer the door. I threw the covers back and leapt out of bed before stomping towards the door. I threw it open and found Deja standing outside.

She was dressed in a pair of orange camouflage overalls with nothing underneath. Her shoes were a clean, leather white with the deep soles. She latched onto either side of the door frame and leaned forward. Her designer shades fell down the bridge of her nose.

"What do you want?" I asked, irratiably. My eyelids were so full of sleep that I either had to squint or close them occasionally.

Deja stared at me, chewing her gum. Her eyes were shifting back and forth behind the shades. "You can't say good morning first before you hit me with the bullshit?"

I rolled my eyes at her and sighed, "Morning. And you woke me up at ten o'clock in the morning, so excuse me if I'm not as cheerful as I usually am."

"Is that why you been crying?" she suddenly asked.

"What? No," I said, before immediately wiping at the dried tear stains on my face. "I wasn't . . . I just have really bad allegries this morning and . . ."

"Layla," Deja said. She took off her shades and stared deeply at me. Her smokey eyeshadow and make-up was on point. She looked so beautiful that I found it hard to concerntrate on what she was saying. "What'chu been crying about?"

I looked at her before turning away.

Deja drew closer, closing the small space between us. "Is this about last night?"

I took a step back and looked her deep in her eyes. "It was nothing. Now what do you want?"

Deja arched an eyebrow and took a big step towards me. With a smirk, she unexpectedly leaned in and kissed me. I jerked my head away and shoved her away from me. "Don't touch me," I spat.

She drew near me again and tried to wrap her arms around me. "Why? You still mad at me?"

I knocked her hands off of me and glared at her.

Deja only grinned at me and chewed at that stupid gum of her's. She came at me again, this time taking me aggressively.

I couldn't move my arms or the rest of my body. She had me strapped to her, like a straight jacket. I felt her hands wrap around my body again, keeping me pinned to her body. She stared up at me, with a satisified grin on her face. Her eyes glanced from my lips to my eyes and back again. "You mad at me? Huh?" she asked again.

I didn't answer. Instead, I just scowled down at her.

Deja stuck out her tongue and leaned up to lick me.

I jerked my head back and turned away. When I looked back at her again, she instantly kissed me again. The kiss, however, was so sweet and loving that I couldn't help but feel myself melting on the inside.

When she pulled away, she said, "Stop being mad and get your clothes on." Then she turned and walked out my room, leaving the door open.

"Why?" I called after her.

She didn't answer. I walked toward the door and peeked my head out the doorway, only to watch her reach the end of the hallway. She glanced over her shoulder at me, grinning and turned away. Then she disappeared down the staircase without a single word. I rolled my eyes and closed my bedroom door. She was really starting to get on my nerves. I didn't want to put my clothes on or even get out of bed. I was fine just where I was, despite the leftover tear stains. Still, I hopped in the shower and got dressed anyway. As I have learned my lesson from before, I didn't want her to force into the bathroom with threats.