Whatchamacallit

The Same

"These niggas tell you what you want to hear" Ryan Destiny 

Chapter: Blurred Lines (Continued)

Alex's POV

The flashing lights blurred together as the night morphed into a confusing mess. When I woke up, a throbbing headache greeted me. The unfamiliar surroundings sent a jolt of panic through me. This wasn't my place, nor was it Kayla's.

A throat cleared, drawing my attention to a woman standing beside the bed. She held two pills and a glass of water.

"Did we...?" My question trailed off, embarrassment flooding my cheeks.

She chuckled. "Nah, we didn't. Someone slipped something in your drink, so I took care of you. Your car's out front. Had someone bring it over."

Relief washed over me. "Thank you, seriously," I mumbled, reaching for the pills. "I gotta get out of here."

"No worries," she replied with a smile. "I'm Daya, by the way."

"Alex," I responded, taking a good look at her. She was undeniably attractive, with a confident aura that intrigued me. "What happened last night?"

"You were living it up," she explained. "Then someone spiked your drink. Luckily, I saw the whole thing and intervened. You're welcome again."

"Seriously, you're a lifesaver. I don't even know how to thank you."

Daya's smile widened. "Just say you'll owe me one."

Her house, I noticed as she led me outside, was sprawling and luxurious. Climbing into my car, a wave of gratitude washed over me.

My phone buzzed with missed calls – from Kayla and my friends. I quickly texted them, assuring them I was okay, then sent a message to Daya thanking her again before turning on the GPS.

A string of unanswered calls from Kayla followed, along with a message from my best friend asking if I was alright. Then, a text from Kayla: "Hey girl, how was your night?"

I rolled my eyes. "It was good. What's up?"

"Shiit, nothin' much. Me and Asia got into it again, as usual, and broke up."

"Yeah, right," I scoffed under my breath. "You'll be back together in a week, tops."

"Oh, no, no," Kayla insisted. "I'm done with her this time."

I wanted to believe her, but the past kept replaying in my head.

"I bet," I replied sarcastically.

"Don't be like that," she whined.

"No, Kayla," I snapped. "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit excuses. We both know you'll be crawling back to her by tomorrow."

Hanging up, I pulled into the parking lot at my apartment, frustration simmering within me. She'd never change.

Another text buzzed in – this time from Daya.

"Hey, beautiful."

A smile tugged at my lips. "Hi," I replied, feeling a lightness I hadn't experienced in a while.

"Hope you made it home safe."

"Of course. I tried, lol."

"So, tell me about yourself," Daya prompted.

"That's a long story."

"Would a phone call be better?"

My phone rang before I could answer. A smile bloomed on my face as I picked up. "Hi."

"I can feel you blushing through the phone, hello beautiful," Daya's voice purred.

"You sure know how to make a woman smile," I admitted.

"I know how to make her come too," she whispered, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I like that sound," I breathed.

"Yeah, I could tell," she teased.

We talked for hours, a comfortable connection sparking between us. As sleep finally claimed me, a text from Kayla popped up on my screen: "Me and Asia are indeed back together."

Leaving it on read, I drifted off to sleep, a new name echoing in my mind: Daya. There was something about her, a mystery that both intrigued and worried me. But for now, I was content to enjoy the unexpected connection.

Hours Later

A text from Kayla woke me, informing me of their inevitable reunion. Ignoring it, I smiled as I saw a good morning message from Daya. This new dynamic was exhilarating, a stark contrast to the drama that had become my life with Kayla.

Suddenly, my apartment door swung open, revealing Kayla. She froze upon seeing me.

"I'm starting to regret giving you a key," I remarked coolly