The Bet

8.

Znuie

"ZNUIE," I heard a familiar voice scream. I was in a deep sleep with a migraine, that was out of this world. Once Duece dropped me off , I went straight to my room face first into my pillows. "ZNUIE!"

         My eyebrows furrowed, as I looked around my room. The pounding instantly hitting me, but I shook it off getting up ignoring the dizziness. I pushed my curly hair to the back with a scratch, while walking out to the living room. A yawn was let out, while I searched for the person that screamed my name.

"Yes," I said weakly, leaning on the wall for support from my light headiness.

"Oh damn, you look like shits," My mother spoke, making me realize their were bags against the walls by the door. I smiled letting it slide since I️ missed her.

"I don't look that bad," My voice croaked.

"You need some tea."

I nodded as I seen her walk towards the kitchen to turn the stove on and get a small pot putting water in it. When she sat it on the stove, she adverted her gaze to me. A smile was placed upon her face once she realized my hair and my outfit from last night, along with this makeup. I had no energy whatsoever to do anything but lay in bed to sleep.

"Is this my baby, with," She came closer examining me to make sure her eyes aren't playing tricks, "Makeup and her cleavage out, let alone her hair!"

I rolled my eyes playfully, "I told you I had Chyna pick me out some clothes."

"Hm, what's the reason for the makeover? Even though I don't mind." She asked going back to the kitchen to get some tea packets.

"Just, a social experiment."

She nodded looking at the boiling water, cutting the stove off. "No boy?"

My mind instantly went about Carter, but I quickly shook that off. Making my migraine a little worst. "Nope," I popped the 'p'.

She nodded in a knowingly matter before putting teabags into mugs after pouring the water into mugs. "Here," She said as I walked towards her grabbing a mug off the table. "Besides, it's okay to have guy friends. Especially ones that give you hickies." And with that she grabbed her mug and dipped her tea bag, with a sway out the room. My eyes bulged.

When the hell he gave me a hickey?

             "That thing is huge," Chyn expressed while taking a picture of it to show me. She flipped her phone to show me, since I didn't have time to at home because I had to be at school. The hickey was most definitely big, taking up most of my damn neck. Not to mention it was more purple than red?

I shook my head in disbelief as I hit my car steering wheel, " Just Wow, and when he sees this he's going to think he owns me."

"Unless I cover it," Chyna said digging in her purse for some type of makeup.

"You sure it won't drip," I asked as she patted some powder makeup onto my hickey. She laughed as she nod, " I'm sure. You finish."

I looked up into my rear view mirror, finding the hickey concealed. I blew out a breathe of relief, " The first time I find makeup useful." Chyna waved me off.