Cut the Deck (Lesbian Story)

Nice to meet you.

I shouldn't have brought so much damn ice cream. However, I wanted to impress Jay and her little sister. I also wanted Jay to stuff her face with ice cream, rather talk my ears off about Ky. I think she forgets that  I don't want, care, nor need to hear her drag on about this topic.

I carelessly let the entrance door shut behind me as I trail behind Jay. The door does, however, make a loud slam which causes her to jump. She turns around and gives me this angered look.

It was an accident, she needs to chill.

"You scared me, but you're home. Uh, Joe's upstairs cleaning/watching TV."  I advert my eyes to the soft unfamiliar voice talking to Jay. I don't know why, but I stare for a while. She's very beautiful and young.

When Jay mentioned her baby sister was being babysat, I thought she meant by a 40-year old lady who smells like cats because she has nothing going for herself. I'm picturing the weird old lady from The Cat in a Hat.

"Any trouble?" Jay questions to the girl. I stand there quietly as my eyes shift from them both. I may not be in the same room as them since I'm being ignored.

"Uh-hm?" I interrupt. I'm trying to signal Jay to introduce us, but she stares at me confused and dumb-looking as I raise my eyebrows. She finally catches on and makes an "oh" facial expression.

"Nyla this is Deck, well uh..."

"I'm her girlfriend's sister," I speak, snatching the words, Jay couldn't get, out her mouth. I glance at her teasingly. I know I made her uncomfortable with that statement. She squirms and scoffs while throwing me a roll. Nyla eyes widen shockingly, I guess realizing I said "girlfriend". Yes, Jay is gay, she just doesn't know it yet.

"Chill Deck!" Jay groans embarrassingly.I don't necessarily pay attention to Jay anymore because my attention is towards the girl, along with my eyes that are glued to her figure and posture. I look at her beautiful light caramel skin, curly hair and light hazel eyes. Freckles cover her nose adorably and her smooth skin makes you jealous. Well me because as a model, flawless nature skin is the key to commercials deals for beauty care products.

"Nice to meet you Nyla. How come I never see your beautiful face roaming the town?" I attempt to flirt, but I attempt to do it with a "cool-cliche-hair-pushed-back" type of way.  I think I made her blush at my lousy flirt technique. She pulls on her jacket and swiftly pulls her thick curly ash brown hair from her hoodie.

"Uh, I don't come out much anymore. Ever since I began my senior year, I barely had the time to do activities—which is terrible because I rarely enjoyed my senior year. And now I am rambling to a complete stranger. I am so sorry!" She blushes more, it's adorable, honestly.

"I'm a stranger?" I chuckle flirtatiously.

"W-well I know who you are. I see you online all the time and in some of my clothing magazines, but I don't "know know" you, personally," she rambles as she stutters. It's cute how she tucks her hair behind her ear and fumbles nervously.

"Well, I'll tell you all about me if you tell me all about you? How about we talk more at a dinner and movie, and I learn your origin fascinated?" I think she likes me because she blushes again. Scratch that, I know she fucking likes me.

"Yeah, sure, I'll love that," she blushes even more. Her caramel skin is glowing. Does this come naturally to her? Every time her cheeks light up her eyes glow. Well, they become brighter with light.

"Well, I better pay you," Jay interrupts rudely. I want her to disappear and give us a minute alone. She reaches for her wallet, but I shove her to the side and pull Nyla along towards the door. Jay looks up at me angrily. Oh come on, I didn't even shove her that hard.

Such a baby!

"Hey, can you put the groceries away?" I ask kindly, giving her an apologetic look while kinda demanding her to scram. I think a ding finally went off in her head because she soon grins and throws me a thumbs up like a proud mother.

"I was serious about that date, ya know," I lean against the door frame. She chuckles along with me and nods again tucking her hair behind her ear, routinely. Maybe it's a habit when she's nervous or something.

"I know, it's hard to believe, but I know," she smiles uncontrollably revealing her white perfectly lined teeth. Why is that always the like 1st to 2nd thing someone goes for as a feature?

"Hard to believe?" I question asking her to elaborate further. What does that suppose to mean?

"You're this big shot model and yet—never mind. I'll just give you my number and you can just call me." Am I a big shot model? Not really big shot! I got 344K followers on Instagram and Cara Delevingne has 40M, Ruby Rose 11.5M. I mean even Ky has 658K. I'm nowhere near "big shot". I'm actually a lazy fucking model. And I hate my fucking job! I sit around and pose all day. That gets tiring! So I plan to quit.

"Okay," I grin. I almost close the door but forgot she hasn't gotten her pay. I dig into my pocket and pull out my wallet and hand her a $100 dollar bill.

"Oh no, that's way too much for my pay!" She rejects. I stare confused. Wait, what? How much does she get paid then? Especially watching gremlin children? What's the average pay of a babysitter?

"I'm doubling your pay for being beautiful!"I hear Jay chuckle on the other side of the door.

"Well, uh thanks." She takes the money and wave. I wave back and close the door.

"Seriously, "I'm doubling your pay for being beautiful" That was so lame, even for me Deck," She says mockingly with a deeper voice.

"Are you mad I never called you beautiful? I wouldn't want to lie to you now Jay." I run my hand against her cheek. She smacks it away and rolls her eyes while throwing me the finger.

"She likes you though, for once someone actually likes the infamous Deck Guery," she mentions casually while throwing me a shrug.

"I'm actually well liked around town because I'm very nice," I state overly confident. Jay stares at me shockingly, like I just told the biggest lie ever.

"You're not nice, people only like you because you and your family donates thousands of dollars to charities," she points out. She's actually right, even though it was brutally honest, this town, these people are definitely money hungry.

"Besides that, I'm still a fucking nice person."

"Bullshit, you gave me hell our first encounter." She's correct again. I seriously hated her, mainly  because Ky idolized over her like an idiot her entire childhood, while Jay acted so innocent and as if she didn't know. Don't get me wrong, Jay is a beautiful piece of meat. Kinda has my head running wild with ideas right now, seeing her and my sister are technically fighting at this point.

"Yeah, I didn't like you. I actually still don't like you. I don't think I could ever like you," I state truthfully.

"And you say you're nice, you're an asshole!" She mutters.