Cut the Deck (Lesbian Story)

Neon No-Shirt

Acknowledging Nyla's natural curls and beautiful ebony skin💛

"You've made it! 30 minutes late but you made it. I'm Celine, but you can call me Ms.Doris!" A woman in her mid-30's greets me while walking over to give me a handshake. I shake her hand and nod. She pulls away and hands me a bright neon green shirt. I look at the shirt she holds out for me in her left hand and then I glance back at her with a "you've got to be shitting me" facial expression.

"Do I have to?" I groan annoyedly. It's 80 something degrees out here and I refuse to take my Versace shirt off.

"You are a volunteer right, we give all our volunteers a free shirt and water bottle for their services, the water bottles come after though," she explains and smiles. I smile back bitterly as I take the shirt.

Ms.Dora continues to smile and waits for me to pull it over my Versace shirt. I stare at her stubbornly and she places a phony urging smile on her face, basically forcing me to put on the shirt. I sigh and take the shirt from her hands and pull it over my head in defeat.

Great, now I am going to be burning up terribly.

"Now we shall go to place you with the other volunteers who have actually arrived on time and started their duty on campus," she states extremely shady as she motions for me to follow her. I throw her a casual eye roll and trail closely behind her.

We stop on a walkway path where the other volunteers work. The group surrounds statues with brushes and sponges attached to their hips, a few are off picking up trash and leaves from the well-groomed lawn.

Ms.Dora clears her throat for their attention. Everyone looks up at the two of us and a few whispers go exchanged.

"Everyone this is," Ms.Dora begins but gets cut off by a big headed freckled face guy with untamed red hair.

"Freaking Deck Guery! She's that super hot model off of social media," the horny teenaged boy states finishing Dora sentence.

"Yeah, it's her and she is going to be joining you guys. Uh just remember what's the task here and don't get too sidetracked."

I stare at all the random faces that stare at me fascinated. I review each individual and spot one I actually know. It's the girl I met the other night at Jay's house. Her little sister's babysitter, what was her name? Noah, Natalie, Natalya?

Nyla!

My eyes stare curiously at her and she doesn't pay me any mind as she paints the bottom of the statue. Her glowing bronze skin and two puffy curly ponytails with a bright pink bandanna wrapped around her head. She looks beautiful, honestly. Everything about her is simple and not too much, I think that's why I find her stunning.

"We care deeply about our volunteers and we want to make sure you all are comfortable and well treated so my staff put together a lunch..." I completely ignore what Dora or whatever the hell her name is and walk away from what she is mentioning and head towards Nyla. She doesn't notice me standing there so I make an effort to gain her attention.

"Nyla right?" I remembered her name luckily. Well, I didn't 2 minutes ago but I remembered, didn't I!?

"Oh hey, and yeah, Nyla Thornton," she smiles cupping her eyes to block the sun rays and she looks up at me with a blushing smile. I join her on the ground and grab a paintbrush to seem active.

"Community service huh?" I try to get the conversation rolling, starting off with obvious behavior.

"Yeah! I need them to graduate because I didn't attempt to get them throughout my 4 tears of high school," she chuckles nervously. I nod in understanding.

"I need it for publicity," I state confidently which I soon smack my head for. Why would I say that. That's so obnoxious and idiotic.

"Wow, you're straightforward," she giggles adorably.

"Not really, if I was straightforward I would have asked you to get lunch with me as soon as I sat down," I add smoothly.

"Well, you did just sit down like 2 minutes ago so you are moving pretty straightforward."

"Yeah, I guess you can say that," I smile brightly trying so hard to throw her that blinding-white-straight teeth smile I use in basically every photo.

"Yeah, kinda enjoyed your photo earlier this morning," she adds. I stare confused at her, I didn't text her. I kinda forgot to text her, that's why we didn't go on a date yet.

"Wait what photo?" I question nervously. She goes into her pocket and scrolls through some things.

"Wow girl, you're so fucking hot man! I follow you on every social site!" The kid who basically introduced me stated as his friend agrees with him. I give him a slight head nod and keep my focus on Nyla.

"Mind if I get a picture? Ya know to put on my Instagram?" He asks.

"Yeah, me too!" His friend states eagerly also.

"Uh, how about later guys?" Their smiles falls and he nods while walking away.

"You're highly known," she grins while revealing my message I "sent" to her of me in some girls boobs. Oh, that photo. That was not purposely! I sent that to everyone in my contacts.

"That was by accident, and that was so long ago," I lie through my teeth while nervously rubbing my neck. I usually twist my hair but not in that girly-dumb-blond type of way, that why-am-I-on-edge type of way.

"I figured since you never really texted me about your date proposal," she states letting the words fall so simply. I begin to wonder, was so waiting for me to call her? My lips curl into the biggest grin and my eyes squint mysteriously as I look at her blushing cheeks.

"Oh, n-not saying that I waited for a cute, famous and charming model to call me." Her compliments make me feel all giddy on the inside. What's that feeling when it feels all tingly, but not bad worried tingles! Those tingles that make you smile 100% of the time while you converse with a special someone.

"I'm already obnoxious...I'm visually tooting my own horn in my head," she laughs at my lame lousy joke. I swear I just have that effect. My jokes are very shitty and people actually assume I'm not the joking type, I am highly corny.

"I know you are!" She adds as if she knows me which is great because she's catching on fast. I think it's time for me to make my move.

"So, about the date thing, Thursday night at 7 or is that a no because you can't go on a school night?" I wasn't necessarily trying to make it sound like that, however, it did.

"No no, I can go! I pour my own cereal every morning so why not." I also think she didn't mean to make it seem like that, that's why she adds a "just saying" to the end of her sentence. I shrug it off and nod. I honestly don't care how her intentions come off, I could never bash her for a smart remark. Majority of the time smart remarks are just things we think and for once it escapes our thoughts and comes out into reality.

"Great...awesome!" I smile down at her and begin to help her paint. I couldn't stop smiling the entire time because I felt lively.

I felt BUTTERFLIES! That's the word.