"Be slow to fall into friendship & love, but when you are in, continue firm and constant."
Someone should've told Tray that.
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Her bedroom ••• A I R I•
Stretching out across my bed, I pushed my laptop open as the screen lit up with the time and a picture of Tray and I. Smiling, I unlocked it and went to YouTube.
"You still going out with that Tray guy tonight?" Looking up as Damon came into my room, I eyed him as he sat on my bed. He never does this unless it's serious. Sighing as I hooked my Bluetooth speaker up to my laptop, I asked him to hand it to me as I lowered the volume. It was 5:30 and I wanted to start getting ready early, so I only had to worry about getting dressed later. Setting my laptop off to the side, I swayed to "Indigo" by Chris brown watching my brother fidget. Swatting him, I pushed him to spit it out.
"Look. Just be careful okay? I might not say much about much around here but I pay attention okay? I know more than any one in this house gives me credit for. I may only be a Junior in High school but I'm aware there's a big real ass world out there and...you've been through enough. I don't want to lose you like I have in the past. Like we all have." Frowning at his words, I slid off the bed. I didn't need this shit today, he was murdering my vibe bringing up the past.
"If you haven't even let him see your scars...are you even really serious about this guy?" Sighing, I folded my arms across my chest hiding my scars.
"We all have silent battles D. Some battles are just darker than others, now can you head out? I have to start getting ready for tonight." Turning my back to him, I tossed my packed bag at the door as I reached for my outfit in the closet.
"You should tell him about those demons. The good, the bad and ugly. If he stays after that...and doesn't change? Then I say he's worth your time and energy. Until then I'll only see him as the guy... the only guy who has ever made you cry like that. Love you Riri." He hadn't called me that since he was a kid. Since we were kids. Hearing my bedroom door shut, I clenched my jaw as my lower lip quivered. No. I wouldn't cry, this wasn't something to cry about. That was in the past and Tray ....we were moving forward to better. Turning the volume on my speaker up, I locked my bedroom door as I undressed and headed to my shower. Burning some candles and incense, I swayed to "February 3rd." By Jorja Smith. The music and beat cleansed my mood, the smell of the candles and incense soothed my soul and the water and soap catered to my vibe as I cleaned my skin free of dirt. Quickly stepping out, I dried off and moisturized my skin opting to cover my right forearm in makeup. Ironically I had used the last of the makeup I used to cover my scars.
I guess this week was as better as any to come to clean.
But tonight would not be it. Smiling in the mirror, I started on my hair which didn't take long because Nique had already did it a few days ago. Hearing my nails tap against each other as I moved against time, I smiled in approval as I batted my lashes.
"Okay." Finishing my makeup as Tory Lanez wafted through my room, I danced my way out of my desk chair, to my dresser. Pulling out a cute two piece , I slid the strapless bra on and the panties. Twirling around in front of the body mirror, I nodded in approval. Nique had good taste, this did nothing but compliment my figure. I did notice the material was see through though...but I was positive he'd love that. He was going to rip it off of me anyway. Checking the clock to see it was a little after 6:45, I decided to take a quick cat nap. It didn't last long before my alarm blared at 7:50. Yawning, I checked my phone, frowning when I saw no messages from Tray. The last message was form 4:15, when he told me he'd be here by 8 or 9 no later, and to call if he was later than that.
