The Amazons

Chapter I

June 13th, 2016, Morgan Motier

"Pssst."

I twitched and felt breathing on my shoulder. A soft light shone through the window. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and squinted to see Reina staring at me with her golden-flecked eyes through thick lashes. Reina had the looks and body of a goddess, her skin was softer than silk and was a gorgeous rich tan. The fact that I was the lucky woman to wake up with her by my side sent my heart fluttering.

"Buenos dias hermosa," she sung, twirling my hair in her fingers. Her long black locks were draped over her shoulder, most likely to prevent from choking me.

"Buenos dias," I said. The sun was already streaming into my room, but I wasn't worried about being late for any classes; the only one I had scheduled was life studies. "Necesitas un corte de pelo," I chuckled, sitting up and brushing my hair back. Reina shrugged off my comment and went back to resting on my shoulder.

"Why'd you wake me?" I asked, whipping my woven tank into my face with my foot instead of stretching to retrieve it at the foot of the bed. Reina unwrapped her arms from my waist and sat up next to me, starting to messily braid her mane.

"Tengo hambre, y estás mejor cocinando que yo," she said sweetly, pulling on a pair of tattered shorts from somewhere on the floor and adjusting her flowing white shirt.

I laughed and stuck out my tongue, "Pollas en vinagre! Eres mucho mejor cocinando que yo."

Reina was definitely worn out, because she gave up trying to argue and stopped putting up with my nonsense immediately. "Fine, tu ganas," she hissed, "I'll just buy food. It's not like I have the time to cook anyways."

"Works for me." I stretched my arms above my head with a loud yawn as Reina got up and started cramming her homework and binders into what was usually a perfectly organized cotton backpack. I rolled over and grabbed my phone off of Reina's nightstand to check the time. The screen was barely visible, so I shaded it with a free hand to see that it was 11:43 a.m. Even though I knew I wouldn't have to rush to class, the confirmation was nice to have. Reina always told me that I was obsessed with time. "Hey, can you order me something if you're going to Think? I'm starving."

Reina turned and rolled her eyes at me with a half-grin, "No, lazy pendejo, if you want comida go get it yourself."

"Aw come on babe!" I objected, getting up out of bed and stumbling over a throw pillow and the blanket Reina insisted on getting because it was "too cute to pass up." It was far less cute when it was binding my ankles. "That's hardly fair! You're going there anyway aren't you?" I argued.

"Yes," she said simply, swinging her bag over her shoulder and going into the bathroom. I grunted and untied the blanket, tripping instead over a stray marker and sliding into the counter. The polished stone had knocked the wind right out of me. I took a minute to get my breath back and then went into the bathroom. Sure, it was kind of stupid to press Reina's buttons just to get my breakfast faster, but if I didn't have to be out by two o'clock, I wasn't leaving this room until two o'clock.

"Come on, please?"

"No."

"Fine, tú ganas," I grumbled. Reina ignored me and kept putting on makeup. I leaned in the doorway and watched as my girlfriend meticulously applied different gels, lotions and powders to her face.

"What are you doing?" She said, looking up at me with a mascara brush poised right over her eyeball. I cringed as the image of getting makeup in my eye flashed in my head.

"Oh y'know, just hanging out, watching my beautiful girlfriend do her makeup," I hummed, batting my eyelashes.

Rein a put down the brush and raised an eyebrow at me. "You are not giving that breakfast up are you?" Reina leaned on the counter and expertly avoided knocking over and spilling an open bottle of what looked like her foundation.