Finesse: The Dark Art

Finesse: Chapter 2 - Trust No Bitch

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Chapter 2 - Trust No Bitch

(Phone rings continuously)

I reach out and grab it. It's Amya

"Yo" I answer in a low and husky voice

"Dam, I take it London was good then. When did you get back?" She questions

"Not sure, this afternoon I think. Wait what time is it?" I interrupt

Wiping my eyes, I emerging from underneath my duvet covers into my pitch black bedroom. I don't even know how I got home. Have no recollection of the journey back from London.

"It's nine thirty in the evening. So come on tell me everything about your night, spill the tea bitch" she continues

"Erm our night was the usual. The typical pretentious atmosphere in Distrkt bar, you know. We didn't see sugar daddy but Dan showed up at the hotel with his friend" I answer

"Wait so sugar daddy Wayne wasn't there even though he paid for the Hotel? Who's Dan friend?"

"I know can you believe, Wayne wasn't there. Biggs, Dan's friend's called Biggs. I only remember parts of being at the hotel, it's hazy."

"Arrgh the old drunken amnesia, don't worry it'll come back to you in flashbacks"

"Yeah, but listen my head hurts and we've got Uni in the morning so imma drink shit loads of water and get some shut eye, try sleep off this hang over and come down"

"Alright, I'll let you go, but I was ringing to invite you to a barbecue Jae and I are having at our place this weekend."

"Cool yeah I should be there, remind me about it in the week when I see you ok"

"Ok later"

"Later" I throw my phone down and dive under my covers

Amya met Stassia and I in College a few years ago. All three of us now attend Birmingham Central University. Stassia studies Media, Amya is phenomenal at IT and majors in computing. I'm a psychology student fascinated by human behaviour.

Amya is a sweet heart but a complete wannabe. She imitates everything Stassia does from her sense of style to the way she treats her boyfriend. She consults Stassia on everything and is so needy that I'm surprised her nose isn't permanently stuck up her ass hole.

Amya is average looking at best. Sort of like a plain Jane with with something about her. Her high yellow complexion washed out by her bleach blond hair, which she dyed to look more like Stassia. Don't get me wrong she's my friend, a lovely girl and a bad-ass computer hacker but her complete obsession with Stassia is overbearing. Besides there's only room for one best friend to the queen bee and I was currently occupying that position.

I wake up the next morning and my sheets are soaked with blood. I wasn't due on my period for another week or so but figure it must have come early. I stumble out of bed, rip off my soiled sheets and stagger into the shower to clean myself up. Another incessantly boring week at university. It was the summer term, I have to just get through final exams and my last few assignment and I'll be free. Every day I mark off the days on my calendar counting down to the long summer break.

This summer is going to be epic. Stassia's rich divorced parents have a villa in Miami. She's made so much money this year already from her Instagram sponsors that she's paying for all of us to fly out all expenses paid. Not to mention the festivals, concerts and parties we have lined up. It's going to be carnage.