Clueless

Chapter Three.

Faith in MM

*Joy Pov*

I spent the entire day sleeping. At 4 PM, I was up and I looked at myself in the full view mirror on my door. I'm still here. Another day. I wiped my now red eyes and my morning breathe reeked, so I started my morning routine.
First, I wiped my wounds with alcohol. I winced at the pain as the alcohol started to do its job and I grabbed my makeup bag and my towel. I rolled the scarf up and placed it into my dresser. I placed the pocketknife back into my bag, and I started to head to the bathroom.
As I proceed to take care of my hygiene, I bumped into Delano. I forgot him and Faith slept over. "Good morning to you Ms. 'I-don't-want-to-be-bothered-with-ya-so-imma-go-to-bed-and-not-say- goodnight'" he said as I laughed as I held my towel tighter around my arms. "Morning Lony Lo" I replied as I turned up my face in disgust about my morning breath. "Yeah whatever, you want breakfast?" He asked. I nodded my head and walked past him and went to do my hygiene routine.
After, I looked at my arm, and started to apply concealer, and makeup on my wounds. It hurts so bad, but I had to camouflage them some way some how. When I was finished, my arm looked like nothing happened to it, except for a bit of scratches that were unbearable to cover.
I was finished putting on makeup when Faith came in with her hygiene supplies. " Delano made us breakfast. You need it since you didn't eat yesterday" she said dryly.
"Faye, I'm sorry I just wasn't feeling it last night" I said.
"Yeah uhuh..." and she brushed past me.
Great.

*Faith POV*
We now were at the island, eating our breakfast. I was texting the guy from last night, he was gorgeous and I never usually acted like that for guys but he was just the one.
Mystery Guy: Where r u?
Adore: at my friends house. Idk if you know her, she is a bartender at The Joint.
Mystery Guy: that's cool. Are u working there tonight?
Adore: Yeah, why, are you finally going to let me give you that lap dance? 😜
Mystery Guy: I think imma need more than that...
I blushed.
"Who you texting over there? Your whole head is red" Delano said, mouth full of food. I laughed. "Close yo ugly mouth fool, I'm talking to Mister Mystery" I replied, as Joy looked at me weird. She's my best friend and all, no doubt about it but that shit last night was just... no. She did too much.
"What Joy" I asked, still not forgiving her over how she acted last night.
"You don't even know him and you texting him back and forth. For all you know he might be a serial killer" she scoffed and continued eating her bacon. I rolled my eyes. " well he can serial kill, beat and fuck this coon ahp" I laughed as he started calling my phone. "You sound so dumb, how can you trust this guy-"
" I'm a grown ass woman. So I'm going to do grown ass shit. And I don't think he's a serial killer or stalker or whatever. And if he is, well you would call the police if I go missing. Don't worry I won't throw a fit that you're trying to save my life, you know?" And with that I rolled my eyes again and answered the phone. "Hello?"

*Delano POV*
"Well damn, she ain't gotta be so nasty" I said, eating my eggs. Joy just shook her head. "She can't just be doing stuff like this without thinking about the consequences" and I shook my head. " But Faith wouldn't know the consequences if she doesn't try. And we know that she's doesn't put herself out there like that too." And she just shrugged. " I'm sorry about last night" she said. I looked at my friend with concern. There's something off about her. "Joy, are you okay? I asked and she looked at me. She's distant . There's something wrong with her. "Please Joy, at least tell me if you're not conformable telling Faith" I asked staring at her woke I do this. "Lono I'm okay, I promise" she said, as she tried to make it look convincing. "Joy, I know something is wrong, if you would just tell someone-"

"I said, I'm fine. I just was tired last night, I had a migraine, and I wanted to go to bed."

"But you said you was going to come back out after you blow dry your-"

"Well I lied. I just wanted some rest. Just drop it Lono."

"Whatever. You keep shutting us out, you going to make yaself feel lonelier than ever. When You ready though, we're right here. we already extended the hand to feed you, it's up to you to take the bite" and with that, I went into her living room.

Hopefully she will get the memo.

*Mystery Guy POV*

"So, you still gonna give me that lap dance, or whatever" I said, watching basketball on the television. I stretched, while engaging in the conversation. "You will once I learn your name" she replied. Her voice is attractive, but I don't want her to know too much about me. at least not yet. "I want to keep that a secret from you, it keeps things interesting" I replied, while walking around my house. I headed downstairs to get some fruit. "Please, I have to know, At least a nickname, instead of calling you Mr. Mystery all the time" and I chuckled. "Mr. Mystery? That sounds like a serial killer name" and I heard her laugh on the other side. It was an angelic laugh.

"My Best friend said the same thing, thinking that I am talking to a serial killer" and I shook my head. "You are still coming to The Joint tonight, right?" She asked and I scratched my head. "Yeah, I'll be front and center too, just for you" I smirked, as I grabbed an apple. I walked over to my computer, and waited for it to load up. "You don't mind  me being a stripper?" she asked and I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean, whatever it is you gotta do, to get ya money, I'll respect that. But when you eventually become my wife, I'm going to need you to stop" and I heard her choke. I laughed, as I signed into my online school. "Are you okay Adore?" I smiled as I felt her blush on the phone. "Um y-yeah I just... So what's your name, if you are serious about being my husband" I shook my head and smiled. She was different. Her being a stripper didn't mean anything, it just means that I will get better lap dances later in life. 

"Why should I tell you? I know your real name isn't Adore" I said, challenging her. 

"At least I gave you some kind of identification with my face, I don't even know who you are" She replied. She's right. 

"What do you think my name is, Adore?" 

"I don't know, you tell me."

"What's your real name Adore"

"What's your's"

"I asked first"

"Yeah but ladies first"

"Are you serious! Just tell me a name, at least a nick name" she said. I started to laugh. I know she's getting upset, it was funny.
"Okay, I will tell you my nickname, if you tell me a name." I said, trying to make a compromise. 

"Amber. Just call me Amber" she replied finally. I smiled. Amber...

"Okay Amber. You can just call me... Jay"