We Can't Be Friends: A Complicated Love Story

Chapter 3

It was just past 8 a.m. when Raquel staggered through the front door with a box of Dunkin Donuts. Her head was aching, and her stomach was a bit queasy from the large amount of liquor and Taco Bell she consumed several hours ago. But her current misery was worth it. Last night, Raquel had a blast drinking, dancing, and kicking back with Tre and his boys, and not to mention, taking a luxury car for a spin and the decent come up she inadvertently came across was an added bonus.
     
Raquel set the box of bagels and muffins on the counter in the kitchen and headed to Trevaris' bedroom.

    "Damn, don't you know how to knock?" Amina spat, covering her exposed breasts.

    Raquel walked in the bedroom to find Tre laid out on his back and Amina straddling his lap. She lingered in the doorway momentarily, smiling. For a prude, little Amina gotta bangin' lil' body, Raquel thought, eyeing Amina's toned body as she sat on top of Tre.

    "My bad," Raquel apologized, backing out of the room. "There's bagels and muffins in the kitchen. I'm going to pick up my sister, so I'll be out most the day. I'll hit you up later."

    "Cool," Tre acknowledged.

    "Oh, hey," Raquel popped her head back in. "You handling that thing with Justice and Chance later?"

    "Uh, yeah. What time you think you gonna be back on this side? I can wait for you if you wanna ride," Trevaris offered.

    "I don't know, Ray's gonna be with me most of the day," Raquel pondered his offer.

    "Shit, bring her. We just gon' handle business right quick then we just chillin' after that," he assured.

    "Ok, we'll slide with you over there," Raquel decided.

    "Cool, just hit me up when you on your way back," Tre advised, placing his hands on Amina's waist, trying to resume where they left off. They had been going at it for hours, and Tre still hadn't had enough of her.

    Closing the door behind her, Raquel caught a glimpse of Amina slapping Tre's hands off her and hopped up from the bed.

    "Y'all are fucking unbelievable!" Raquel heard her shout as she walked away, heading toward the front door.

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Normally, Raquel stuck out in crowded room, but as the fatigue from dancing, drinking, and smoking all night followed by her hot and heavy night cap, she decided to blend in with the common folks today. Her fresh, blemish-free face was void of any make-up, and she wore a simple magenta spaghetti-strapped dress that extended a little past her knees, and lightly clung to her curves.

    Running her fingers through her chin length, loose natural curls, Raquel sighed. Several months prior, she decided she wanted a change and chopped all her long, relaxed hair off after a short transition period. She didn't hate it, but she often found herself missing her long, thick strands. Raquel was accustomed to change, and the new do would take some getting used to. Besides, she had a closet filled with wigs of various lengths and colors. Regardless if her natural hair was short or long, she rocked a different style majority of the time, anyway.

    "Let me just hurry up and get this over with," Raquel frowned, fastening a pair of gold stud earrings in her ears.

Raquel promised her little sister, Ranelle that she would pick her up and spend the day with her. She was excited about bonding with her baby sister, but it was being in the same vicinity with her parents that left her less than thrilled.

Preparing to leave, Raquel retrieved one of Trevaris' gold watches from off of her dresser and slipped it on. It was a little big on her tiny wrists, but it fit well enough to conceal the old, vertical wound on the inside of her right wrist. Collecting her purse and keys, Raquel exited her apartment, locked up, and headed to her parent's house on the other side of town.