My Fav. Bitch

Chapter Two: Bitches and Bastard

Sheraton Havana

Krystal Ruiz

"Hey! Hey!! Wakey wakey!!!" Someone called out. I groaned and rolled on the bed.
I heard them cuss and they suddenly screamed, "Wake up!!!"

"Oomph" I exclaimed as I fell off my bed. I reluctantly got off the floor only to fall back on my ass when I got tangled with the sheets. I heard Ella sigh and helped me off the sheets. She held my shoulders to keep steady because I was still asleep, dead, might I add. "Morning!" I greeted.

"Morning to you too!" She sneered and left my shoulders, making me fall back on my ass. Damn, my ass!

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I walked into the heavenly smell of pancakes from the kitchen in our suite. I just stood there, trying to inhale the smell.

A very weird behavior, I know. But, you can't blame me for liking pancakes and strawberry milkshake.

I walked over to Ella and peeked over her shoulders. "Is it me or are you taller than I, actually, am?"

Ella chuckled; "You didn't noticed you stopped growing before high school?" which was actually true. I think I was actually the tallest in middle school. When I entered high school, I didn't even grow an inch. I'm still 153cm tall. Or should I say short because that's way too small for a lady of 22 from a really tall family.

I snorted. Speaking of family- " How's your trip to your fiance's family?" I stuffed my face with pancakes. "I'm sure his family would like you. I mean who wouldn't like-" My mouth-full babbling was cut short when my eyes zeroed in a lone tear sliding down her face.

I blinked. Then, she sniffled.

Ok, my eyes are definitely not deceiving me. Ella never cries. In our ten- year- old friendship, I had never seen Ella Brown cry, not even when she broke with Cam, her seven-year old relationship, in our second year in college.

"Ella," I moved closer to her consciously. I mean, it might be a prank for her to get me. I don't know. "-are you okay?"

She turned off the stove and turned to me abruptly. I swallowed and took a step back. You can't blame me for that. Ella can be really crazy when she's angry. I  swear I've seen her tear apart bitches and trust me, I don't want to be them. "Blake is a bastard."

Silence!!! That was it. I was officially a murder to be.

"I bet you're laughing at me right now." My head shot to Ella who was sitting on a high stool by the  island in the middle of the kitchen. "I know how much Wendy must have laughed at me when I was fooling around with Blake, how funny I looked when I was chasing girls away from him." Tears were now flowing freely off her face. "I must have looked ridiculous. Even to you."

I  moved close to her and hugged her shoulders. She held unto my shoulders and cried. When she was sober, she told me of how embarrassed her by bringing her home to his pregnant wife who happened to be Wensy.

I did warn her about Blake. I had seen him cheat on Ella so many times. I thought he turned a new leave when he proposed to Ella two months ago and promised to stop cheating. I stopped seeing him with other girls -fine, I was stalking him because, I wouldn't want my friend heartbroken. But Wendy, she was our friend -Ella's friend actually. I never liked her. She knew how much of a cheating ass Blake was, yet, she still persuaded Ella to go to him. What surprised me was the very fact that she never appeared close to Blake but, I had my suspicions. I must say, Wendy bitch, really knew how to play her games.

"You remember that pamphlet I took from one of the hotel workers?"

"Hmm" I hummed.

"It says there's a beach party, a couple of miles from the hotel. I would love to go." She said,  standing up. "And before that, which is actually at 8:00pm, I would love to give you a short tour around Cuba." She completed the last part with exaggerated Cuban accent.

I groaned, "I thought we were sleeping in today."

"Now, get up and go get ready."

"You don't expect me to leave this, do you?" I countered, pointing at the still hot pancakes. Hey, how did this manage to be still hot?

"Well, hurry and stuff your face before it gets cold, Glutton." I didn't realized I said that out loud. "You're still talking out loud." She called from the hallway.

I did just as told. I stuffed my face.