"Where were you?" Flinette demands as soon as I walk in through the front door, "you missed practice"

"I know and I'm sorry" I say, "I just had a few things to deal with"

"Whatever" she dismisses and picks her purse from the kitchen island, "I'm going out with Andre"

I finally notice that she is dressed up, "okay sis, have fun" I walk up the stairs to my room and lay down on my bed.

I take out my phone from my back pocket and open my instagram, I notice that it's been too long since I last posted anything. I sit up immediately and arrange my hair from it's 'I give up' stage to a bun with a few tendrils out by the sides of my face.

I take a selfie and post it, feeling satisfied I strip and go to take a shower. I come out from the shower and stand by the door and watch as every few seconds my phone screen lights up as it vibrates.

I slip into my bunny onsie and crawl into bed along with my BT21 teddies, I hold my favorite one which is kookie, I also slip on my bunny slippers that are so soft and comfortable that they make me feel sleepy.

Feeling comfortable and nestled in my little cocoon I finally open my phone and begin to scroll through my notifications. I already have two hundred likes within twenty minutes and two-fifty comments. I  decide to read through the comments and I am sorely disappointed when it is the same monotonous thing I see from people.

I look like shit and yet half the people commenting keep saying how pretty and gorgeous I look, the other half ask what I use for my hair that makes it so pretty and I know for a fact that I haven't washed my hair since last week.

I drop my phone on my bedside table and check the time on the alarm clock, it's 7:45 in the evening, I spent my time after school at Shantele's place where her mom fed me like she was preparing to slaughter me any second.

I toss and turn as I attempt to fall asleep but all to no avail because by the time I check my alarm clock I see that I spent fifteen minutes tossing. Feeling restless I take off my onsie and change into a sports bra and sports short that are a bit too short since they stop a few centimeters from my butt, I then pack my hair into a tight ponytail and pop a chop stick deep into the band just in case of anything.

I take my earpiece with me since I wouldn't want to be alone with my thoughts when I am running. I tiptoe down the stairs while checking to make sure my mom isn't anywhere near the door.

Feeling successful with my pathetic attempt at being James Bond, I walk out to our front porch and do some stretches so I don't have cramps when I run.

I plug in my earpiece and opt for my soul playlist which contains songs that are deep. I take in a deep breath and begin to run.

I keep running and find myself by the park near Shaze's house, I check my watch and the time is 8:30. I contemplate going on my way but decide to surprise Shaze by appearing at his doorsteps sweaty which is something he hates me doing.

I'm almost at his front door when it swings open and I automatically hide behind the bushes by his front yard. Shaze walks out in a maroon shirt and black ripped jeans and All stars.

I watch as he begins to walk down the street, I don't call out for him but instead stealthily follow behind him. It seems as if he senses someone's following him because he turns around a couple of times but I hide immediately.

We continue this routine and then he walks into an alleyway and I follow suite, he knocks twice on a door and the door opens, he then walks in and the door closes back.

I walk slowly and quietly to the door and read the words Club Felicidad on the sign board. I take a minute to comprehend everything. Does it mean that what I saw in the picture was true. My palms become sweaty and I rub them on my shorts.

I take a few steps back and then a few forward, what happens if I go in there and I don't like what I see? What happens if everything the mysterious messenger has been saying has all been true. I shake my head and begin to walk out of the alleyway, deciding that it would be better to live in oblivion than to swallow a pill that would be too heavy for me.

I stop in my tracks as I remember how I chose to be oblivious to the changes in Renae and how it ended. I turn around and walk back to the door, I knock twice and the door opens to reveal a buff man with glasses on.

"This ain't a place for no little girls" he snarls and my expression hardens.

I pull my hair out of the ponytail and let it cascade down my back, then I tuck my chopsticks into the waistband at the back of my shorts "better?"

"Better" he says and moves aside for me to walk in, I walk in and I am greeted by the smell of alcohol and sweat. I look around and I have to admit that the interior is lit, from the black chandelier to the retro seats and lots more.

I walk to the bar and take a seat and order a cocktail. I look around, trying to see if I will spot Shaze, I see some dark haired guys but I can tell immediately that they are not him. I shift uneasily in my seat because this is not the kind of scene I am used to. I take a tentative sip from the cocktail and feel a sharp taste run down my throat and cancel cocktails out of my mental bucket list for drinks to try.

"Hey hotpie"

"Beat it" I say deadpan, "before I do it for you"

"You're as feisty as your hair" he comments and takes the seat beside mine, "is what they say about red heads true?"

"And that is?" I ask already feeling irritation build up.

"They're as feisty in bed as they look" he then runs his hand up my thigh.

"The only person who will be in bed is you when I'm done breaking all the bones in your perverted body" I snarl and snatch his hand from it's walk up my thigh, I then squeeze hard and let go only when I hear a satisfactory yelp from him. "go find a slut to play with"

"And here I thought I was talking to one" he says as he rubs his wrists which have turned red.

"You know what" I say and rub my palms together, "let's go to that booth over there and talk more", We walk to the booth at the far end of the room. I pull the curtains close as soon as we enter.

I push him into the seat and straddle him

"Hungry are we?" he says and chuckles

"We sure are" I grit out and pull the chopstick from the waist band of my shorts. I hold his shoulder down with my left hand and use my right hand to press the tip of chopstick against his crotch while applying pressure into my thighs in order to hold him down properly, his face begins to turn red and he begins to take massive gulps of air.

"I said I would beat it if you didn't" I say and push my head back so that the stray strands of hair on my face don't block my vision, "but I didn't mean I would leave, I meant that I would beat 'it'"

I press the chopstick harder and his hands try pushing mine away from him, "try that again and I will dig it deeper than it already is"

Feeling a little rebellious today and forgetting the fact that I followed Shaze here I run my hand through my hair and enjoy how it feels as it moves against my skin.

"Let's play a game" I say and laugh a little at the panicked expression on his face, "I'm going to strip and if your play thing responds then I will beat it into submission but if it doesn't then I pretend we never met"

"I don't want to" he croaks out

"I wasn't asking for your permission" I snap and giggle at his expression, it's a mixture of lust and disdain, "let's get started shall we?"

I slowly run my hands down my abdomen and play with the waist band of my shorts, I then trace all the way to the band of my sports bra and then to the handles on my shoulder which I begin to pull down slowly. I pull both hands out and pull the sports bra over my head leaving me in a light silk bra that is almost too transparent. I toss the sports bra to the space beside him on the couch, I then trail my fingers down to the waist band of my shorts once again and then bite my bottom lips seductively.

He makes a sound and I look up from my waist line where I was concentrating on how to pull off the shorts, my face scans his before my eyes look down to see a bulge.

"Well well, what do we have here?" I taunt and bring back my right hand with the chopstick back to his now enlarged crotch area, "someone has a boner, I guess you know what that means"

"Please don't do this" he begs as I begin to apply pressure to the chopstick.

"Now now, let's not get like that" I tsk, "I did you a deed so this is my due payment" I take my left hand and place it over my right, "don't sluts deserve to get paid?"

"I'm begging you" he starts and I let out a cold laugh

"Next time you see a girl and think of disrespecting her, you will remember this day" I say and stand up from his laps, "the day a girl gave your dick a good beating for being a rude and manner less swine" I swing my leg back and kick him in the balls repeatedly until I was sure the whole club would have heard his screams by now.

I pick my sports bra from the seat and put it on, I bend and tie my shoe laces which got loose during the whole fiasco.

I push back the curtain and step out of the booth, my hair is all around my face and I use it to block my face as I make my way to the entrance of the club while still checking around for Shaze.

I walk out of the club and smile at the bouncer, "wonderful evening isn't it" I say and skip back to my house.

I lie down on my bed and recount the details of today, I smile a little at the memory of the guy I beat up at the club. I sit up and rub my brows tiredly, where did Shaze go, how come I couldn't find him there.

I unlock my phone and check my inbox for the pictures that the mysterious fucker has been sending, I zoom into the back ground and let out a small gasp.

"Well fuck me with a spoon" I say, "if it isn't the same booth"

AN

And I leave you all once again questioning my sanity and if I really want this book to be all happily ever after.

That will all be unraveled as things progress.

For now, I leave you all hanging and wondering, "what next?'

I am and will always be your darling author and this is me signing off for the week, till we meet again next week.

Tee out 🙋🏾‍♀️