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15 - Intoxicated

not my best work, sorry. 

PICTURE ON THE SIDE IS MAYA

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15 - Intoxicated

Maya Sumedh

 “So let me get this straight. He asked you to the party?”

 “Yes, Layla, he asked me. And we’re not going together, we’re just…going.”

 Layla leaned back on my bed, resting her hands flat palms-down.

 “You guys are so stupid,” she said, scowling at me.

 I scowled back at her as I pulled my top up over my head and walked to the closet to choose what to wear for tonight.

 “How so?”

 “I mean, what are you doing? Isn’t it obvious he likes you?”

 I ignored her, pulling out a sheer white top, one I hadn’t worn for a long time.

 “This?”

 She looked at it for a long time.

 “You’re not going to wear a dress?”

 I shrugged.

 “Not really in the mood.”

 “So what’re you going to wear that with?”

 I took out my favourite pair of high waisted black denim shorts.

 “These. And I’ll tuck it in.”

 She shrugged her narrow shoulders. “Okay then.”

I laughed and chucked the top and shorts at her.

 “You’re terrible with clothes, Lay.”

 She giggled and pulled the shorts off her head.

 “I know, I don’t even know why you ask for my opinion.”

 Before I could respond, my bedroom door opened and Luke strode in, cuddling Blu, who was fast asleep, in his arms. I resisted the urge to aww and instead just grinned at him.

 “Maya, are you ready to leave?” he asked, turning and shutting the door again.

 “Not really,” I told him, “I still have to shower and change, and well…”

 “Basically, she still has to get ready,” Lay said from the bed.

 Luke looked at me, and for some reason looked a little…odd. He kept his eyes fixed on my face. I frowned a little at him.

 “Oh okay.”

“And has evidently not realized she is topless,” Layla went on.

 I blinked, and Luke blinked back at me. Then his neck flushed scarlet and he looked down.

 “Um.”

 Then I looked down at myself and realized I was only in a bra and boxers.

 “Fuck.”

 I grabbed my towel off my desk chair and wrapped it around myself, feeling very hot around my face. Lay was giggling on the bed, face buried in my green plushie.

 “Sorry about that,” I muttered, “And, um, you can look now.”

 Luke looked up again, the faintest smile playing on the edges of his lips.