Pieces (#WATTYS 2016)

The Date

Ayra POV

The next day was another effort, last night was completely off my mind. Today I was trying to get Keenia off that date.

"You can't go! Can't you see he's using you?!" I exclaim, running after Keenia as she piles her outfit together.

"He's not. He's sincere and I looked him in the eye, he means it, Ary," she retorts, glaring at me across the bed.

Keenia plops on the bed, next to me, and pats my shoulder. "Look, I know your not so excited about him and me but can you try?" Keenia says in a pleading voice, "Hey, if it doesn't work out you can say 'I told you so' right in my face, and then we'll go stuff our faces with ice cream? Yeah? Deal?"

I looked at the bed spread, flicking the lint mindlessly. "Ayra?"

I looked over at her, and groaned. "Fine. Deal."

She squealed jumping up and down, clapping her hands rapidly. I looked at her excitement comparing to my own, it wasn't much energy. After all, I agreed to trying to accept their relationship doesn't mean I'll give up getting revenge for both Grace and Kee.

"So Kee, whatcha gonna wear?" I ask with fake enthusiasm. I sat up eyeing her as she flung a gold shirt there, some pointy shoes on top, a clump of metallic and gold jewelery, pants flung to the side and to finish it up, a white jacket crumpled on top. "There," she points to the pile of clothing.

I smiled hesitantly, "Do you uh want to try it on for me?"

She nodded her happily as she grabbed the mess and locked the entry of the bathroom. I squished my face against the bed planning out Phase Two. And if I was correct it would happen tonight. Just the way Trent acted during the dinner gave me the perfect advantage, he'll most likely use those manners during dates. It was so obvious.

Phase Two was the to help Keenia move on, with tears shed but with still a whole heart. I just hoped it didnt backfire like Phase One did. If it does, her heart will literallly be stomped on until she's got nothing. I shake my head gently as to vanish the end results of what Kee would become, of what she would do.

The bathroom door swinged opened and literally a princess stepped out, minus the dress part of it but everything was alike. She had paired a golden twinkle shirt with a pair of dark washed skinny jeans with ankle boots to complement her top and bottom. She wore bracelets and a ring on separate hands, and she topped it off with her natural curled hair and the white jean jacket. "Sooooo?" she twirled, "What do you think?"

Her hopeful eyes looking for the perfect answer. "It's perfect," I say giving her a small smile, a bit off but the rest was genuine.

"Well what are we waiting for?" I asked, flicking something imaginary off the bed.

"For him to come in," she looked at the clock, "ten minutes." I nodded and patted the spot next to me. Time for some Aryrie Rules.

"Okay, rule number one, don't let him take advantage of you, ok?" She nodded.

"Rule number two, if he does something like court literally in a corner, you scream bloody murder, got that?" She nodded, but sighed. That mind of hers, I shake my head.

"Rule number three, have fun but not too much or I will skew his guts to a stick, kay?" She rolled her eyes playfully but nodded. Her bright smile back on her face, her eyes glinting playfully.

"Isn't it funny that I'm older then you but your giving me rules for my date?" she asks. I give her a playful shove, "Well I'm not the one having the date, you are. And I'm giving you rules because your going." And I feel super bad for you cause you gotta go with a jerk that would take any chance to break your precious heart, I continued in my head.