Been You

Chapter 67: Have Fun With(out) Me

ELYSANDRA'S POV:

I wake up in Justin's bed, alone and confused. I know I had a few drinks last night, but I could've sworn I fell asleep downstairs with Justin. I yawn and stretch before getting up and heading to the bathroom. I brush my teeth with Justin's toothbrush before heading downstairs to look for him. I don't find him, nor anyone else downstairs, which is strange. I head back up to Justin's room to grab my phone. I pick it up to see I have an unread text.

Boyfriend: Good morning, baby. Went out to get a few things; will be back soon.

I look to see the text was sent 20 minutes ago.

Me: Where are you? I wanna make out with my boyfriend ):

Boyfriend: Five minutes away. But we don't have time to kiss. Later, promise?

Me: What's more important than kissing me? ):

Boyfriend: You've got plans, baby girl. But I'll kiss you everywhere tonight, ok? (;

Me: Read 10:49 a.m. ✓

I have plans? What the hell? If this is about what happened last night... If this is some kind of intervention thing, I'm going to kill him. I whip myself around when I hear Justin's bedroom door open. I storm over to him angrily. He's holding my duffel bag. I was about to chew him out, but I furrow my brows in confusion. "What the hell?"

"Get dressed, babe. It doesn't have to be nice, just whatever you feel comfortable in. I tried to grab things I think you'd like," he says, tossing the bag at me.

"Justin, tell me what's going on."

"You can shower if you want, but I don't think you have to," he answers a question that I didn't ask. I huff, giving up. I rummage through the bag. He did pick some of my favorite things, but hardly any of these pieces go together. I roll my eyes. I settle on a thick grey cropped sweater and olive green high waisted leggings. I lay the articles on the bed, then look at Justin annoyed. "What?" He asks. I could hit him.

"Tell me what's going on."

He sighs before starting, "Atifa and some of her friends from the cheer squad are having a spa day type of thing." I get up from the bed quickly heading to the door. "Ely, where are you going?"

"Sure as hell not to a spa with a pack of cheerleaders, Justin! What the hell?"

"El, Atifa is your friend. It's not like high school," he says, walking over to me.

"Yeah, easy for you to say. You spent high school fucking the whole cheerleading team," I spit. He looks at me, hurt. I feel a tinge of guilt, softening my voice and facial expression. "I didn't mean that. It's just... I'm scared." He wraps his arms around me.

"I know, baby. I just really think this could be good for you. Please just give them a chance? If anything makes you uncomfortable, just call and I'll pick you up."

"What am I supposed to do my hair with?" I ask in one final attempt to get out of this.

"Front pouch of the bag," he instructs, spinning me around and pushing me toward my stuff covering his bed. I roll my eyes, defeated.

I dress myself and fix my hair, ensuring every curl is in place. I'd feel much more comfortable if I were able to wear makeup, but I can't because a.) we're going to a spa and b.) Justin didn't bring me any. Great. Now that I'm aware of who I'll be spending my day with, I start to reconsider my outfit. Maybe I should change into something less revealing. I pinch at my exposed midsection doubtfully. I should probably change into something more forgiving. I start to walk over to my bag to search for a different top when I'm interrupted.

"Damn, mami," Justin breathes from the bed where he lies comfortably, hands behind his head, watching me get ready.

"What?"

"You look so good, babe," he marvels, making me blush. "It's just... it's been like forever since I've seen you in tight clothes and... that ass..." he bites his lip, staring. I look down at myself. Huh. I guess I do look kinda hot. "You know what I'll be doing while you're gone," he adds, a mischievous grin widening on his face.

"Well then I guess I should leave you something to remember me by?" I offer, smirking devilishly.

"Yeah?" Justin asks excitedly. I hand him his phone. He unlocks it, opening his camera. I start posing for him seductively, showcasing his favorite parts of my body. I start to feel like a freaking supermodel. However, once my poses start to get a little more risqué with the lifting of certain clothing pieces, my phone rings. I look to see that it's Atifa. I answer hesitantly.

"Hello?"

"Hey, El! It's Ti! The girls and I are parked outside! Come down as soon as you're ready?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll be right down," I answer before hanging up. I briskly walk over to Justin, kissing him lightly. "Bye, baby."

"Have fun, okay? I love you," he says, a tinge of worry in his voice.

"I love you more."