Maintaining Me

Chapter 2

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I rise from my haven. The sheets pool around me and I feel the cool air bite my tummy. I look down to my baby blue bra.

Damn, I am shirtless. Again.

I stand up and stretch. My clothes are strewn in a path around my bed and I stumble to grab a shoe. My head pounds rhythmically and I crave the smell of my morning coffee. However, I smell nothing brewing in the adjoining kitchen.

I throw my shoe at the lump on my couch.

“Wake up John!” I snap, not in the mood to hear my own voice. He grumbles and if I had the energy, I would throw the other shoe.

I reassure that my private parts are covered with underwear before I slug over to a stool by the kitchen bar.

“John!” I snap to my best friend and cradle my head.

“What?” he grumbles as his butt sticks up in the air. I know this is the moment he will stretch like a cat and get up. Then, I could have his delicious coffee.

“Coming,” he sighs and pads barefoot into the granite kitchen. He begins the coffee in his pale pink shorts and I groan as another headache forms.

“Can you wear anything else but boxers,” I complain, “your lack of color bores me.”

“I have color!” he scoffs and rubs his droopy eyes, “my hair is dark! That is color.”

He hands me my mug and I sip it happily.

“Sure,” I indulge him with a tight smile.

“Hey, at least I’m not as colorful as that rainbow girl last week,” he defends.

“You mean the Brazilian model you banged?” I question.

“Yeah! Her,” he muses, probably thinking about her circus lingerie.

“That girl had some colorful vocabulary, too,” I nod as I take a sip.

“I know,” he smiles sadistically and I could see his wheels turning. I had no doubt he was remembering all the words she screamed while they hit it off.

“So gross,” I scrunch up my face.

“Oh please, I blow people’s minds. You would know,” he winks at me.

I almost spit out my coffee at the implication.  

“As if, I got over you in a snap,” I bite back. I can’t help laughing at the end though. John is hot, but honestly, just any guy doesn’t satisfy me.

I skip picking up my clothes and head straight for the shower after my coffee.

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While sticking on my stud earrings a sudden bang sounds from our ratty old door. John and I hear the giggles, and I witness my roomie’s face pale.

Anger replaces surprise and I dash for the door. Ripping the wooden entrance open, I shout every foul mouth word I think of as the cowards scurry off.

“Maali,” John calls my full name and I snap from my verbal exploit. John points to the door and I read the big red letters, ‘Killer.’

John looks like he is going to be sick and anger sparks into my system.

“Oh no,” I march to the abandon spray can and snatch it up, “they are not getting away with this.”