Pedestal

Chapter 2

2 - Shot For Me

Nola's POV

It was late, so everyone was leaving including myself. I rented a penthouse for the night, so I had to be out by the morning.

I paid for cleaning along with the rent so I just had to make sure everyone was out before I left.

In the midst of checking every room, there was one person left snoozing in the last room.

"Bro, you gotta get up." I said as I approached the body, but the closer I got the more I recognized just who it was.

I could notice her hair anywhere, a wild fro of kinky black curls. I eyed her sleeping body.

"Anya?" I called and she stirred lightly but she was out of it for the most part.

"Aye, it's time to go." I said, shaking her awake.

She sluggishly lifted her head to look at me and squinted her eyes at me, "Huh?"

I scanned her. "Just how much you drink?"

"Mm... fwive... shish..." She slurred her words together and I began to help her up.

"It's time to go, sweetheart. You drive here?" I asked only to get a soft snoore in response.

How the hell is she falling asleep upright!?

I managed to find her keys on her then her car while carrying her, she was pretty light. I had to take a couple breaks though.

It's my fault that she was like this in the first place, since I made her play that game instead of me. The least I could do was drive her home.

"Where you live? Tell me where so I can drive you there." I told her as she dozed off, I hastily shook her awake and by the grace of God, I managed to squeeze her address out of her.

This was so aggravating.

I carried her piggyback style until I got to the room number that she previously said it was.

I let her down once we got there and had to shake her awake again. "You said APT # 106, right?"

"... one'o shven..." She mumbled and I let out a sigh as I took out her keys and tried it in the door.

I was relieved when it opened and picked her back up, but I heard her gag causing me to freeze.

"Please, don't!" I said frantically but it was too late, she threw up all over the front of my shirt.

Wow... just perfect.

I got her in bed and quickly went into her bathroom, viewing the damage. It got all over my shirt.

Man, this is disgusting. I'm irritated.

At least my pants were safe. I quickly took off my shirt and began to wash it in the sink.

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Anya

"Shit..." I groaned as soon as I woke up. My head was pounding, it felt like I got hit with a hammer.

I immediately looked around at my surroundings and was relieved to see my room.

But how'd I get here?

"You up?" I heard a voice question and my head snapped to the bathroom door to see Nola.

"What the fuck?" I verbalized with my brows furrowed in confusion. I'm dreaming, right?

Nola laughed at my reaction. "My bad for using your bathroom without asking, you kinda knocked as soon as we got here so."

"Uh... you good." I said, sitting upright. I had to hold my temple to focus correctly.

"You remember throwing up?" She asked me while flapping her very wet T-shirt. "It got all over my shirt, so I had to wash it. You feel better?"

I began to stare at her as my mind slowly wrapped itself around the situation.

"I threw up... on you?!" I asked frantically.

"Yeah... it ain't no big deal." She chuckled causing me to apologize, "I'm sorry! I can wash your shirt in the washer? I got one." I offered.

"You good, I washed it." She said but I felt bad.

"I can't believe this..." I muttered, holding my head in my hands. I threw up on Nola. Man, that's disgusting. And out of all people, why her!?

"You alright?" She asked as she stepped towards me and my heart sped up.

"I-I'm straight! I'm good." I said, causing her to stop in her tracks and she laughed after that.

I'm really trying my best to keep my cool.

"You mind letting me borrow a shirt? Mine is still wet." She said, goosebumps were all over her arms as she shivered slightly.

"Oh, my bad!" I said, quickly getting up and opening up my closet. I fetched a regular T-shirt and Nola thanked me when I handed it to her.

She's a lot different in person then what I thought of her in my head.

"I'm gonna brush my teeth..." I said, walking towards my bathroom. "Uh... make yourself at home."

She looked up from her phone and smiled at me. "Thanks."

I nodded and went into the bathroom. I can't believe Nola is in my bedroom right now...

"Can I ask a question?" I asked her as I came out of the bathroom with a fresh mouth.

She looked back up at me, putting her phone down. "Yeah, why not?"

"How'd you find my Instagram?" I asked her.

She stared at me before laughing. "I didn't even know I followed you, it was a following spree."

Well, that makes perfect sense.

"That means you were already following me, right?" She asked and I felt slightly embarrassed.

I nodded. "I've been following for a minute now, I've even got your post notifications on."

"You really aspire me, and your sense of style is admirable. I love how you're you effortlessly. I don't think I've ever missed one of your lives."

"I remember you said you use to have a mole near your ear but you got it removed. You said your mom use to perm your hair since you were 5 so that's why it's so silky..." I ranted as I moved towards her.

"You mind if I touch your h—" All of a sudden, I was grabbed by my face mid-sentence.

I was slammed into the wall as Nola glowered at me. "Can you shut the fuck up?" She spoke threateningly low and my eyes widened.

Wait... what the fuck?

To be continued...
Published - 6/15/19