Screw Me Over ✔️

Jana

"Wake up, queer. Rent's due and I need payment." Jessica spoke as she threw a pillow on my head to wake me up.

What a beautiful way to wake me up at the top of the morning. Throw a pillow at me just to get some money from me. There was no specific time for us to turn in the rent and it's too early in the morning. The clubhouse didn't open until like 9. It was 7:30 in the morning.

"Fuck you and I hope you get a pillow thrown upside your head. Maybe not by me but by somebody who's stronger than your ass."

There was no way in hell that I was getting revenge on this woman. She'd twist my head off and sell it to the highest bidder. I kid you not.

With her eyebrows scrunched and an envelope in her hands, she had to comment with "You really want me to beat you with a baseball bat again, don't you? Like I said, get up and pass the rent. Checks only."

This wasn't a daily conversation between us. Generally, we wake up together around 11 in the afternoon, roughly, and there's a slight talk of encouragement. Exchanges of inspiring words and a few expressions of affection here and there.

The first of the month is like she's a different person. She changes into Jack Torrance and scares all of us into giving her the rent money. Somebody appointed her over finances since the rest of us weren't trustworthy enough.

Rocking myself on the edge of the bed was the only way to wake me up. My eyes wouldn't even open and my head fell back, wanting to hit the pillows again. Soft, plush pillows waited for my head to hit them again, wanting to be drenched in my tired drool after a long night out on the town.

Not specifically to party but it's part of my job keep the hype up, to create a fun experience. Plus, joining the rest of the people in the parties and clubs gave me more publicity.

Jana, wake the hell up. All you have to do is turn in your rent and go back to sleep unless Rena keeps you up with her snoring again.

There's no way because Rena's an early bird. She goes to bed on time unlike me. With the schedule I have, there's no time for sleep.

Pressing my face into one of the pillows, I grunted in fatigue. My head could fall back at any time and go straight to sleep but Jess wouldn't let that happen.

My wearied body eventually got up from the bed and grabbed my wallet from my jean pocket, reminding me of how I came in last night. Drunk and tired, throwing my pants off and onto the floor, and plopping onto the bed. No taking off the sports bra, no changing into my pajamas, not even putting my bright strawberry red hair up in a ponytail to prepare for sleep.

That night, almost everything just flew everywhere.

Finding my wallet, I stumbled into the living room while whining about how early it was and pulled out the check in my wallet somehow. Vision was blurry slightly but I got to Jess and placed the check in her hand.

On my way back to my room, the rent alarm, that was my girlfriend, went off with a "Carmon, where's your rent, girlfriend?!"

Of course, it frightened me and I turned to give her the evil eye. It was time for me to catch up on my sleep and you're yelling at almost 8 in the morning? Chill out.

Suddenly, a bombshell beauty with short, espresso-colored hair walked out with a restless face. We won't remind ourselves about our history together.

"Hold up, woman. Tell your baby daddy to stop blowing up my phone. Somehow, he and Leo linked up and got my number. He'll wish his ass was locked up again."

Hold the hell on. Who?! There went my tiredness, just rushed away at the thought of this guy even calling her. Why in the world would they link up to get her number in the first place? Wasn't he supposed to be locked up?