I woke up to my alarm blaring. Groaning I rolled over and turned it off, and then grabbed my phone. I checked my messages and saw that I forgot to text Derek back last night, whoops.
To Luh: hey sorry, I crashed last night...
From Luh: it's alright, but dude, just come over to John and Skates tonight
To Luh: I have to be up early tomorrow...
From Luh: tell work to fuck off, you know I'll support you ma
To Luh: Derek.
From Luh: I'll call in sick for you right now
To Luh: Derek. Don't you dare.
seriously Derek.
From Luh: I called your boss and told him you weren't feeling well.
To Luh: there's no way he was okay with that.
From Luh: alright, his daughter's is obsessed with Jack and Jack, so I promised she could meet them if he gave you the day off.
To Luh: Derek
From Luh: I know, I'm the best and you love me. I'll pick you up at 8.
I sighed, setting my phone down and rolling over to look at the clock that flashed 11:00 a.m. I groaned and pulled my covers over my head. I did not want to leave bed today, let alone tonight.
But ever since my ex and I broke up cause he was more interested in this blonde bimbo with fake tits that he met at the strip club, I've been kinda just burying myself in my work, trying to keep myself busy. It kinda worked. And since the breakup, I've been able to hang out with the boys more.
I met all them through my little brother, Dillon. The second I took a hit from Skate's blunt, I was in no problem. They all were the biggest dorks I've ever met, but they were family. Out of all of them, Derek was my favorite. We were best friends. We did everything together. I would drag him shopping, he would make me suffer through one of his photoshoots. I would call him to come over to watch a movie and eat a pizza with me, he'd call me up to come burn some with him.
And aside from all that, he was fucking hot as hell. It was so hard not to flirt with him, but shit happens right? There's nothing wrong with a little playful teasing, especially when he would do it back. I never mean to purposefully flirt with him, it just happens. I'm naturally a bubbly person, so it happens without me meaning for it too.
But after the break up, Derek had been spending a lot of time with me, which I was thankful for. I didn't want to think about Daniel, and Derek was there to constantly make me laugh or smile. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to Derek. Daniel and I fought about that all the time. He constantly accused me of having a thing for Derek, and I mean, sure it might have been true, but I was loyal as shit and he knew that. He knew I would never cheat on him.
I laid around in bed for another hour, watching tv before I finally decided to get up and shower. It took me about 30 minutes, because I had to shave...everything. My plans for tonight were to get drunk or high, or both, and find some guy to just really have me screaming.
They say the best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else, so that's what I planned to do. (a/n: from a personal experience, that shit is not true. Trust me)
After I showered, I changed into a bra and matching thong and pranced around my place. I always did this, and by now I'm sure my neighbors have seen me naked, at least three times. Oh well, I'm proud of my body so why the hell not right?
