It Started With Facebook // Mateo Bowles

Chapter Sixteen

Semi-Edited.

Mateo | 4:07 am

I had to piss.

Bad.

I got out of my bed but stopped when I realized I wasn't in my room.

I looked around and saw a vanity stand, a desk with books and an Apple Laptop, a huge ass entertainment center with a flat screen in the middle of it.

I looked at the bed and saw a figure under the blankets.

Me: Shit. Please tell me I didn't sleep with one of my fans...again.

I went to the figure and slowly pulled down the blanket, revealing Sasha.

Before I could even say what the hell, I began to remember everything.

The movies.

The laughter.

The food.

The joking.

I found the bathroom on the first try.

I came back out after drying my hands to see Sasha sitting up, half-sleep but still trying to stuff her curls into her bonnet.

Me: Hey.

She jumped, clearly not expecting me to still be here.

Sasha: Mateo? What the hell are you still doing here?

Me: I fell asleep. And, you did too.

Sasha: Oh. Shit. What time is it?

I glanced at her clock while walking towards her bed, where my phone and keys sat on the nightstand

Me: Four-eleven. I'ma head out.

Sasha: No. It's way too late for you to drive home. Might as well finish out the night here.

Me: You sure?

Sasha: Yeah, I mean, you already slept in my bed, might as well climb ya skinny ass back in.

I shrugged.

Me: Ai'ight.

I got back into her bed while she cut off the TV, the only source of light.

Sasha: Beware, I roll.

I chuckled.

Me: Okay.

She laid down and faced me so I faced her.

Sasha: Does your mom know you're here?

Me: Ayleo does. Pretty sure he told Mom.

Sasha: Okay.

She closed her eyes, her light snores coming soon after.

9:41 am

I woke up to Sasha rolling on me.

I opened my eyes and looked at the sleeping curly-headed girl who had her head on my chest, right arm wrapped around my torso, and her right leg thrown over both of mine. She was not kidding when she said she rolled.

I leaned over and grabbed my phone. I had 12 missed calls from Ayleo. 36 missed calls from mom. 3 from Kamia and 25 texts. I glanced at some of the texts.

Mom : Mateo, where are you?

Mom : Mateo....where the hell are you at?