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Clause 6: Who I Am

Clause 6: Who I Am

Maggie stirred next to me and I couldn't help but wonder when she would be leaving because my arm was numb and tingling. I waited for 17 minutes, counting the each second.

Then when I just couldn't take it anymore I moved in a slightly aggressive manner so that she would wake up. She didn't and that annoyed the hell out of me. Instead she pretended to remain sleep as her eyes moved indiscretely behind her eyelids. So I coughed and she fake stirred and made this stupid baby noise.

I wanted to think she was cute.

But she wasn't. She just wasn't, at least not in the way I wanted her to be.

The fake eyelashes, I'm sure she had procured with care, were hanging off on the ends. And in her sleep, her eyeliner had formed crud in the corners to which I gagged at for theatrical effect. She looked bad and for that reason amongst a plethora of other reasons, I really wanted her gone so I could go eat, and get on the plane.

"Maggie." I said shaking her shoulders lightly. "Maggie. It's time to wake up; I have a plane to catch."

She continued to feign sleep, and that was the end of my patience. I reached over, grabbed my phone and texted Sanchez to come save me. He hadn't made it to the big leagues, but I kept him around because he was my friend and had a critical eye which I attributed my athletic growth to.

Sanchez was to my room in less than 4 minutes. "Hey!" He said in his thick accent as he moved her off my arm. "Wake up lady."

All of a sudden she was totally awake with no leftover residual sleepiness to be found. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, dang you don't have to be so rude about it." She smacked her lips.

"You need to go away. Haven't you heard of good hospitality?"

She looked at me and then back at him indicating that she was confused by his broken English. Sanchez's English had actually improved profoundly over the last couple of years. He often pretended because he knew it would make me laugh.

"Look Maggie," I interjected. "Sanchez is here to remind me that we have to leave in an hour. So unfortunately, we must part."

She rolled her eyes, "Who is Maggie?"

"I didn't say Maggie," I lied.

She looked at me disbelievingly. "Well then what did..."

I cut her off the brewing storm with a kiss to her chapped lips. "Cutie. Why are you acting like that?" She giggled which pissed me off because she was dumb enough to be that easily distracted, that and the fact that I just hated giggling.

"So Monroe," she said in a voice that she probably thought was cute. "When are you coming back to see me?"

"Nunca," Sanchez mumbled under his breath. I choked back a laugh.

"Umm," I swung my legs over the side of the bed searching for a convincing lie in my head. Actually it didn't have to be that convincing because this girl was such a ditz. "I don't know the season schedule. When I know you'll know."

Her bottom lip jutted out. "Well, ok. Let me give you something to remember me by."

Other than how much you annoy me. Oh, sure!

She kissed me and I held my breath. She didn't even realize that she was kiss raping me when she pried my lips open with her tongue.

You know. When someone kisses you and they're the only one doing the kissing because it's against your will. Kiss raping. Write it down.