"Matt, wake the f*ck up!"
The sudden break in the dead silence of the room made me jolt right out of my deep sleep. Breaking the silence aside, my friend's voice was always so loud in the mornings.
"Hyde," I groaned. My hand grabbed a pillow and I threw it blindly towards her direction. "It's Saturday, why'd you wake me up?"
"Like that matters to you, and since when do you sleep?"
"I do sleep," I defended almost immediately, knowing fully well I was in the wrong.
"Yeah, for like three hours." Sarcasm lilted her words like always.
Truth be told, I rarely ever slept. It wasn't exactly Insomnia that was the case, just my preference to work when the city was asleep. I was more efficient that way. But I wasn't going to accept just like that, "correction, it's more like 4 hours, and you still haven't told me why you woke me up."
I sat up in bed, slowly, and saw her roll her eyes, "you are supposed to buy me an iPhone 8 today."
"Chill, I'm lost, why am I supposed to buy you an iPhone?"
"Uh, you promised me?" She answered in a duh tone.
"Uh, when did I do that ?" My tone, mocking hers.
"A month ago," she exclaimed, like I was supposed to remember promising someone a freaking iPhone 8. "At Derek's party," she added, seeing my blank expression.
I squinted my eyes in concentration, to recollect the events of that day. I had landed a huge contract and Derek, our other friend from college, had thrown a party in celebration. Honestly, that wasn't exactly why he did it, Derek was a party animal, he could have thrown a party either way.
I didn't remember much from that night, but I did know that — "I got drunk at his party," I deadpanned. "Heck, I woke up in boxers the next morning. Nothing I said or did that night can be held against me."
"Oh please, leave that sentence for the cops. Either way, you are still getting me an iPhone today."
I glared up at Hyde, a deadly look in my eyes. First, she interrupted my sleep, and now she's practically forcing me to get her a phone. Could she be more of a witch?
"You still have 40 million from the sale of the company, y'know," I reminded her, trying to get her off my case. We had sold our co-owned company, Asteria, and split the money between us.
"Uh, yeah, I guess," she trailed off, seeing that she already lost in this... whatever it was we were doing. She turned to leave with a huff but paused at the doorway to glance back at me. "you are still getting that phone today, Matt, whether you like it or not."
***
We were a few minutes away from the store when I checked my phone and realised that today was Hyde's birthday. I am usually not this forgetful, but Hyde being the opportunistic genius she was probably realised this and saw an opportunity to get an iPhone and other overpriced stuff.
I looked over at her behind the wheels. The sun was bouncing off the window, through her hair, giving it a subtle glow. She had a sweet grin on her face , which meant she was really enjoying this. I finally let her drive my car.
At that moment, I said something I regretted the moment it escaped my throat, "Hyde, today we'll do anything you want."
"Can I hold you to that?" Her tone was a chilling mix between excitment and mischeif.
I badly wanted to eat my words, but instead choked out, "yeah, sure."
Almost 40 seconds after I said that, we came to a halt. I turned my head to the right, and saw a glass building that I absolutely disrelish — the Apple Store.
"Hyde..."
"Yup?" She had a weird faux pout on.
I glared at her. "I'll go in alone," the words came out slowly, to enunciate the purpose more. I really wasn't ready to start all out yet just yet.
"But..."
I held up a hand, "no but's, you're to stay in the car."
Hyde reached for the reclining button that pushed her seat backwards, and with a sigh, "get out of the car. Oh, and I can't decide between Rose gold and black, choose wisely."
The store was super bright. I couldn't tell if it was the white paint used on the walls, or the lightly colored tables and floor. That was probably was their aim, to hurt those of us who had near perfect eye sight. Stupid Apple.
Just as I concluded my mental rant, a lady with a smile that was capable of competing with the sun approached me.
She was in a blue shirt with the Apple logo below the collar bone, a pair of black jeans. Despite the brightness of the room, her caramel-coloured skin blended just perfectly with the room.
I was able to deduct that she was Middle Eastern when she said, "Good morning, do you need any help?" Her accent? Definitely more alluring. It had a tint of an American one in the mix that made it sound even better.
With enough resolve to stop staring at the attractive worker, and pay less attention to her features, I responded, "uh yeah, it's a friend's birthday and I don't know what to get her. Do you have any suggestions?"
'well sir i recomend you get the i phone 8. its been called the best iphone rver made
