C3 Chapter 3

’’I said am sorry!’’ Rey yelled for what seemed like the 10th time but it didn’t feel good enough. His sorry passed as more of an obligation than he actually meant it.

I watched ruffle his hair, had been doing a couple of times since we had settled. Clearly what had transpired had disturbed of him more than I was. Her last words weren’t settling either thus spending the night at his place wasn’t an option.

‘’you see I don’t think you are sorry,’’ I mocked in hope of lighten his mood a bit even though I wasn’t any better myself.

‘’Jesus Kira,’’ he roared as his face fell into his hands, ‘’you are starting to get into my nerves,’’

‘’Don’t mind her,’’ Jay said setting drinks Infront of us. Jay was the rescued friend we had or as Rey loved to teased him, ‘father Teresa,’. Other than modern family, jay had me develop a stereotype toward red head men, they are kindred souls.

I dove for the glass Infront of me drowning the water down my throat too fast than I should causing me to choke on it.

‘’I told you to calm the fuck down,’’ Rey said as he took the glass of my hand and rubbed my back gentle.

‘’you still owe me that money,’’ I said through my sore throat.

He pulled away too quickly giving me a look that said otherwise. He wasn’t going to pay.

‘’The least you can do is pay me, now that am in your psychotic…’’ I wanted to say girlfriend but I didn’t know where they stood after the knife incident, ‘’…tiny girl’s radar,’’

I knew where they stood, Rey was done and the little ticking time bomb. Lord knows she maybe at Rey’s place holding knives waiting for him to walk through those doors so that she could jab knives into his chest. Am all about a cool breakup and letting things slide and drown my sorrows in alcohol and tears well some girls aren’t all about that shit. Well, those types of girls are the reason we are in a hide out at jay’s place.

A little bit of fun was what I had been looking for when I had agreed to burst through Rey’s door and pretend to be his girlfriend. That’s what friends do for each other. We had planned this for weeks and today had been the execution day which had gone sideways.

I blamed Rey for not telling me the little girl was friends with knives While he complained I did a terrible job since l passed for an emotional attached escort than a girlfriend. Basically, he blamed me for her reaction which equaled to zero payment. I mean how was I supposed to dress like? A nun?

‘’you do look good though,’’ he said after it was clear our small argument was over.

‘’thanks,’’ I murmured through my glass

Our attention diverted to Greta, who was seated across the room having a ‘friendly’ conversation with jake that made her twirl her hair and have this giddy smile on her face. For the years I had known Greta, literally half my life, she was the brunette who always throws herself to the guys she liked. Don’t get me wrong, it’s the throw-myself kind that speaks confidence and not desperation. When it came to jake, well she played it cool and letting him lead, I wasn’t used to that.

‘’she denies liking him but we see everything,’’ jay said

‘’give her time it will fade off,’’ I said

‘’yeah, she’ll probably think she’s too smart for him, soon’’ Rey added as he leaned into the couch.

‘’nice!’’ I said as I high-fived Rey.

That’s was a typically Greta move, she didn’t like attachments hated and feeling out of control. Mainly she went after guys so as to feel she had control over her feelings. The way things were going on between jake and Greta I would bet on just a few weeks before she pulled out her drawer of excuses on him. Rey could attest to that after having another failed relationship with Greta back in high school. Her excuse on him was something both of them have never shared with me.

Jay had taken our small gathering as a cue to bring up a small party even though we all had different reasons of showing up at his place. While Greta’s and jake appearance wasn’t known, mine for sure wasn’t in for a merrymaking mood after the awful unfold of events.

As soon as jay had turned up the music, it didn’t take long for everyone to get into the party mood and drowning in drinks.

Greta walked into the center of the room ruffled her hair throwing it out her loose bun, as she swayed her hips from side to side losing herself to the music blasting on the speakers. She went on for a while her eyes closed, as we watched her, mostly Jake whose gaze had been intense.

‘’let’s dance,’’ she called out over the loud music. Walking over to me she tried pulling me off the couch but I didn’t budge. I tried declining her offer but she wasn’t the only one buying it so were the boys, they started jeering me to join her.

A minute later am suddenly lifted off the sofa by Rey and placed on the table. My efforts of trying to slide off a table were stopped by his firm hand on my waist.

’’No, am not doing this,’’ I complained while he laughed at my struggles. Greta on other hand willing climbed onto the table, earning a cheer from the boys. She got up and continued dancing as I looked up at her my feet dangling at the table’s edge. Shaggy song goes on replay again, this time she moving her waist, as she lip-synced to the lyrics. She’s giving us a show and our eyes are glued to her like an hypnotizes session except Rey who had his eyes on me, jutting his chin for me to join Greta before loosening his grip off my waist.

Sighing, I steadied myself as I stood up to Greta’s level, unlike her am just moving my shoulders and hands, Rey is laughing at me, it goes on for a while until bob’s headband hits the speakers and Greta and I let out a whoa, this song has always been our favorite song.

Her waist moved a little faster than before while mine went slow just a warm yet rhythmic. She goes ahead to shake her booty it goes from zero to hundred, as I grab her waist and control her whine. Rey had his phone camera directed at us Greta gets tired and stands up turning to face me cueing my turn. I take the chance to use her as a pole and go low while swinging, when I hit low as possible, I take my turn to shake my botty. We go on for a while, dancing moving around the table, Greta has her lips in a duck pout while I stick my tongue out.

We go on until I get tired and stand up, raised my hand in surrender, just as I was about to get off the table. I see something larking in kitchen shadows, a figure. I knew I should have taken a step back or jumped forward with my hands stretched out I had so many options but I did nothing. Losing my balance my feet slipped off the table’s edge as I fell forward, I trying throwing my hands Infront of me but I was too late as everything around me went black.