Last night I couldn’t sleep. I tried everything under the sun to get me to close my eyes for an hour. I wasn’t greedy when it came to my slumber at this point. I just wanted to relax my mind without the help of marijuana.
However, sleep became as foreign to me as the designer labels in my closet. My body had a few hours left before completely shutting down, I felt it. We were tired. School drained us. Life had become too much for me as a junior at UCLA. The pressure of what happened after my senior began to scare me. Three more months and a week of finals.
That’s all I had left of my junior year.
For the first time since I started college, I skipped class. Emailed my professors about having the flu that's going around campus and they graciously sympathized with me and sent me the daily class lecture notes. After not sleeping last night, still awake when the sun began to rise, I had this feeling that I needed to be home.
I needed my mom.
She and I were drifting into this phase of attitudes and fewer words. Nothing out of the usual but for some reason I’ve been seeking her out lately. Had no idea why. Even called my father several times only to be left talking to his voicemail. He never called me back, and maybe that’s what had me so blue.
Right before I booked my ticket to fly home and sent a text to my security that lived in the same apartment building, I heard the front door open and close. Beck and I managed to remain friends since high school, and when my parents told me I could live off-campus sophomore year, the only person that came to mind for a roommate was her. Up until this morning, we were good. We got along. She respected my space and vice versa. Neither of us were messy females.
Before this, I had taken a long walk with my security detail to clear my head. Walking with nature along the nature trail, breathing fresh air, and just listening to the world. The confused emotions I felt prior kinda wavered but not much, so we went back. I showered, dressed, and ignored Beck when she came knocking on my door. Talking to her when I was in this odd funk would only result in me giving her unnecessary attitude and as her roommate, I didn’t want to bring that negativity outside of my bedroom.
Hearing the door open and close I figured she was headed to campus for class. Wrong. I heard a deep voice. A voice that I knew off memory and could point out in a room of a thousand men because I’ve been dating the source of that voice since high school.
Gavin was here.
His visit surprised me. Why was he here in our apartment? After he called me this morning and I told him that I was going home for the weekend he copped a mean attitude with me because I wasn’t going to be at his home game. For the last three years, I never missed one game. Not one game. I wore his jersey proudly. Had custom shirts and outfits made. His number one fan was me.
The voices talked. I thought Beck would tell him that I was in one of my moods and wanted to be left alone. Maybe to even come back later. The silence following after made me believe she did just that until I heard another door close that I knew wasn’t our front door. It was her bedroom door. Not even caring to be quiet or tiptoeing out, I went across the hall to her side of the apartment and stood in front of her door. Low music played but not loud enough for me to not hear the moans.
Turning the knob of her door slowly, I opened it enough to see my best friend and boyfriend in the middle of a heated sixty-nine position. As he had done me on more than one occasion, Gavin had her hips gripped in his muscled biceps, securing her in place as she rode the hell out of his chestnut face. And Beck, she lived up to her name. She gave him that good ole Beck.
Part of me wanted to make my presence known and punch both of them in the face, but what would that solve? Nothing. I wanted more of an embarrassment for them both. Taking out my phone I silenced it and made sure the flash was off. I took several pictures and recorded clips of them in action. Her nasty ass wanted me to catch them. Why else would she invite him over knowing that I was still home?
Her moans and his grunts made me so sick that I ran to my room and puked. How long had they been messing around? Why was he soooo damn comfortable putting his lips on her like that? And her. We were supposed to be best friends.
Throwing some clothes in my bookbag instead of my books, I texted my security and asked him to take me to campus. There was no way I was going to get away with what I was doing from here. We had cameras in front of the door and along the hall. My detail lived in the apartment across from our balcony. All of my possible angles were watched and the only perfect place for me to ditch them all was to pretend to go to class and study.
Slipping out the house without interrupting their yeast fuck fest, I called a very good friend of mine who thrived off drama like this. I wanted her to blast them both without it ever being traced back to me. Once I got to campus and told my security that I wouldn’t be ready for about five hours, I headed to the lab and met up with my homegirl Tasha Banks. Tasha had a popular blog that everyone at UCLA followed for all the gossip and party information. I paid her a cool hundred to blast them like never before and snuck off campus headed in one direction…the airport. That was six hours ago. My phone had been blowing up and I eased my security’s mind by telling them that I was in study group. I knew I only had so much time before they really came looking for me.
“Miss, we’re going to have to ask you to turn around and leave.” The Debo looking guard in all black refused to lower his rifle that he happily held in my face.
Biting my top lip, I tried to think of who I could call for them to clear me for entrance. My parents would probably flip and tell them not to let me through. Then a lightbulb went off. “Can you please call Amell? He knows that I’m here.” Debo looked at me suspiciously before he nodded his head for the other guard to call to my mother’s personal guard.
I’m sure Amell was going to go off but so what. It was either tell these men that I was their boss’s daughter or use who I knew to get in.
The other guard came back and nodded. “Amell verified her identity from the cameras. He said to let her in.”
“Go ahead.” I really wanted to roll my eyes at him, but I picked up my bookbag that they searched and waited for the gates to open.
Walking up the long gravel driveway I took in the fortress that my parents called home. It looked different since the last time I been here. That had to be at least five or six years ago. The mansion was huge with my mother’s dream wrap around porch and swing. Sad that this house, I’d never know its true scent or how it sounded at night when it settled.
My steps halted seeing the frowning, menacing tall bear of a man standing on the porch. It’s like he got bigger since the last time I saw him at my party. Amell always amazed me. His whole being fascinated me, and I knew nothing about him. But his eyes, the dark irises that confused you into believing that they were black, they had a story I wanted to know. The hard set of his jaw. Gone was the thick beard and now a fresh clean face that still told you he was a grown man.
A manly man.
I felt for the fabric of the long sleeve black thermal. Could it stretch any further? And the black jeans that weren’t baggie but sat on his waist so perfect. I think I almost swallowed my tongue seeing his fist clenched at his side. Would he hurt me?
I know what he could hurt though…
Moving to the side, he gave me the scariest look like I better get my ass in the house. Gosh, his eyes spoke so much without him even having to utter a word.