Chapter 3. -Keisha.
'Beep, beep, beep'
I sighed at the loudness of my alarm clock, then threw my hand over to the nightstand to turn it off.
Rachelle was still sound asleep on my chest, and I slowly slid from underneath her. I got up then stretched and yawned. I was so tired, and even though Rachelle did me good I still regretted letting her keep me up any longer. It's 9:00(am) and I have to be at work within an hour which means I only had about an hour or less to sleep. I sighed again to myself, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
I quickly washed up and rinsed off, letting the warm water massage my body for a few extra minutes.
I got out to air dry, and decided to take that time drying off to do my hair up in a messy bun, and lay my work uniform on the bed.
"Goodmorning sexy." Rachelle said quietly, while I was standing up putting on my cherry blossom lotion.
I looked up at her and smiled. "Goodmorning."
She propped herself up on her elbow."You look tired, but good as hell at the same time."
I smirked at her. "Let's not bring up the reason as to why I'm so damn tired." I said then put on a pair of black waist fitting boxers. And a pair of black nike socks.
Rachelle quickly sat up in the bed. "I told you I was sorry, and I made it up to you to let you know that I was so drop it all fuckin ready." She said angrily.
I arched a brow at her and was confused on why she was getting pissed off in the first place. Her ass wasn't up all night she was sleep at another girls house. And I wasn't the one who stayed out all night leaving someone to worry about them, she was. So she had no right to get an attitude about the situation at all. And the stupid thing is, I didn't even mean my comment the way she took it. She always takes what I say and makes it something else.
"Don't start getting an attitude when you have no legit reason to have one in the first place. I'm already tired as hell and your smartass mouth isn't helping my mood. And I didn't even mean my comment in that way Rachelle. I could've been talking about you fuckin me and keeping me up. You wouldn't be mad if you wasn't wrong or feeling guilty. So how about you drop the drama queen act so we can have a good day for once." I said hoping she knew I was 100% serious, and my angry tone proved I was.
Before Rachelle and I rarely argued, and when we did it was mostly about something worth arguing over. I never used to talk to her the way I do now but I can't handle her mouth and shitty ass attitude anymore. I love her, and even feel bad after we argue because who want's to hurt the one they love?
Lately she's been talking to me like she doesn't have a filter on her mouth, and I've been doing the same to her. If your not my mom you can't talk to me any way you please, even though I used to get pissed at my mom but still. You talk to me like shit I give the same in return. Whether I love you or not..And now that's how our fighting was, we both end up saying things we don't mean and we take it to far over nothing. It's a never ending cycle.
"Well maybe you should have clarified what you meant when you said that." She said folding her arms in frustration.
I put my pink sports bra on and added deoderant. "I freaking smirked at you Rachelle! Isn't that enough to show I was talking about the sex. I dropped the situation when you made love to me. Yeah you are the main reason why I'm tired but oh well. I'm sick of arguing with you and bringing up the bullshit from last night to you was the last thing on my mind." I grabbed my uniform and went into the living room. I didn't want to hear anything else she had to say.
