Arabia woke up to Landon's heavy limbs sprawled out all over the bed. Oh, how she hated wild sleepers. She mentally prepared herself, before lifting his heavy arm and placing it respectfully next to him, so that it was no longer draped across her back.
Her eyes squinted trying to adjust to the sunlight that was coming in through the blinds. She reached over to the bedside table and pulled her phone off the charger.
KayKay 💖😭🚮: Sorry if you were worried about me lol caught an uber back to my apt w dude 😁 -- 10:43 a.m.
Last night after Kayla had disappeared on her, Arabia stayed behind to help Landon clean up the trashed house and ended up sleeping at his place. Arabia looked at the time on the top of her phone; 11:28 a.m.
You make me sick. -- Sent at 11:29 a.m.
KayKay 💖😂🚮: girl throwback dick is bomb 🙃 but you got to go in to work today? -- 11:30 a.m.
lmfao, no. -- 11:30 a.m.
Arabia felt the bed move beside her. "Landon?"
"Mm?" He hummed, still trying to sleep.
"I'm about to head out, you have any extra toothbrushes I can use before I leave?"
"Check underneath the bathroom sink." He mumbled incoherently.
Now she understood why Landon's schedule had all midday classes; he was not a morning person at all. She went in the bathroom and took a glance at herself in the mirror.
"Oh hell," She said, trying hard not laugh at her appearance.
Her lashes were hanging on for dear life and her slick back ponytail was-- well, no longer 'slicked back'. Arabia didn't realize that during all the dancing she was doing yesterday, her hair was sweating out in the process. Her edges were going back to their natural curled up state while the rest was frizzy. After she brushed her teeth and washed her face, she released her hair from the ponytail holder then took a deep breath.
Her hair wasn't back to its texture enough to place in a high puff, nor was it straight enough to leave out. Arabia placed her hands under the running faucet, getting them wet a little, before trying to reconstruct her low pony in hopes of reactivating the gel.
After making sure she was presentable enough, Arabia went back into the bedroom and grabbed her jacket and clutch from the side of the bed.
"Alright, I'm leaving."
"Mhmm, I'ma hit you up later." Landon murmured.
*
"Moe, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Arabia yelled as she walked up to her door to see Deandre pounding on the door.
He stopped knocking and turned towards her. His eyebrows twitched as he took in her appearance.
"Nah, what the fuck is wrong you? I know you not just coming home from that party, Arabia..." He said rubbing his hand over his face. The thoughts of her sleeping with Landon came in his head and he was trying to calm down.
Instead of replying, she pushed him aside and began to unlock her door.
"And you still got on the clothes from yesterday? Arabia, I will fuck you up." He raised his voice following her into her apartment.
