Raining On Bad

part 1 - a gut feeling

*PICTURE OF MILANI ABOVE*

6:10 am - friday morning
            The sound of heavy rain tapping on my window awakens me. My room slowly begins to materialize before me and I quickly sit up and place my hand on my head, moaning and grunting. Fuck my alarm didn't go off.
          I grab my phone from off my bedside table: 6:11.
My alarm was supposed to go off 11 minutes ago, why didn't it?
          I gaze around my room for a bit. I notice all my lights are off... I always have my room lit up with crazy colorful LED lights that switch to the colors of the rainbow. They're these long tape-like strips that you can attach on to any surface. I have mine all around the ceiling of my room plus a couple light up diffusers, and a sort of disco ball light thing. I also have tapestries and posters covering my entire wall, including the ceiling.
          I walk barefoot across the cold hardwood floor to my light switch. I try the switch about 5 times. Powers out.
          A loud knock on the door echoes through my room. "The forecast calls for a thunderstorm today," my mom says, piercing her head through the crack of the door. "Maybe you should stay home?"

"Am I trippin' or did those words actually just come out you're mouth?" I ask. Stay home? I repeat to myself.

"I'm serious, hun. This storm is getting everyone pretty riled up and I don't think many people are going to school today." She implies, now completely in my room. I always get a little bit nervous when my mom comes in my room. I almost always have an eighth of bud in my sock drawer and it's pretty hard to mask the smell.

"I actually have a run today and I can't miss it," my eyes widen as she comes deeper into my room.

"Are you sure they aren't going to postpone it?" She asks, moving her thick brown hair behind her ear. Her black eyes now looking straight into mine.

"Well if they do I'll know because I'll be at school. Right? Now let me get dressed," I say opening the door wider for her. I gulp with nervousness.

"Okay okay, Milani. Damn. Never thought I'd see the day where you were in a hurry to go to school," she says. I exhale as she exits my room, relieved she didn't suspect anything. I really need to get rid of that weed before my whole room stinks of it.
          I sit down on the end of my bed, and lay down on my back with my legs hanging off the side. To be honest, I'm not all that excited to go school. Today is a very special day, and not for any reason in particular either. It just is. Sometimes I'll get these gut feelings... like the universe is talking to me or sending me some kind of sign. I know it sounds insane but I've always been this way. Ever since I was little I've never been infatuated with trends or celebrities. My mom calls this having a "creative mind." But that's kind of sad, right? I mean like, it's sad that thinking past this fake world society has concocted is seen as being different.
          Later on, I begin to undress myself. I remove my shirt and sweat pants to only be wearing a bra and underwear. I gaze through the mirror that stands right beside my window. My hair, unlike my mother's who's is thick and dark brown, is a lighter blonde and falls to my shoulders. I also have bangs that I cut myself and I'm quite happy with them. My skin isn't the best, a couple pimples here and there, but it's definitely cleared up a lot since last year. My tits are non-existent. I guess it's not that bad because I'm very short and compressed so my ass is pretty okay. Plus I did squats like all summer.
          The only light that's coming in is from my window so I reach for the lavender scented candle off my drawer and light up the almost pitch black room.
          I walk over to my bed and unplug my phone which only charged to about 87% due to the power shutting off . A notification appears across the top of my screen. It's a message from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN:
nice ass.

"What the fuck?" I mutter. Then a photo appears on my screen. I can't believe my eyes. It's me. Standing in my room. Wearing nothing but a bra and underwear. It's not very clear because it's raining so hard, but I know it's me and I know that's my window. And I know exactly who took the photo. I quickly run to my window and shout out to my neighbor, Pierre.

"Pierre! You jackass! Open this window right now!" He moves his curtain to peak through the window. My eyes widen at the sight. He's back? He's really back! But so soon?
          I could see a smile grow across his face. Asshole. He pulls his window open, still grinning. I know I'm supposed to be mad at him right now... but god damn when did he get so hot? Military school must've really done him well. Goddamn.
          His hair is curly and short but messy and slightly in his face. His skin is a golden brown and his eyes are so black you can get lost in them. And since he was in a military summer school over the break, he got so damn fit. But the worst part is... he's not wearing a shirt. So I can see his perfectly chiseled abs right in my line of vision. Oh fuck. Why?

*Pierre Michaels above*

"Stop drooling, Lani," he says reaching for a shirt.

"You wish, Pierre." I cross my arms in anger.

"I see I'm not the only one who went through a growth spurt this summer," Pierre says glancing at my breasts. "Nice tits, too."

I look down and realize that I'm still not dressed. I am such. A fucking. Idiot. I hit my face and shake my head in utter disappointment. I reach for my tee-shirt on the ground and put it on.

"Okay, pervert. Delete the picture," I say looking back at him.

"No. I don't think so. I might just keep this one."

"Pierre, delete it now!" I'm beginning to get extremely irritated. It's freezing cold and pouring, and rain drops are falling on my hands and face as I lean out the window.

"Let me keep this one picture and I promise I won't tell anyone about what happened at Fernando's party last summer!"

"Pierre, you already told me you wouldn't tell anyone about that. You can't hold this over my head for the rest of my life! And now you have this picture of me..." tears begin to fill my eyes, "why do you always have to ruin things? What happened to you?" I can't believe I'm actually fucking crying right now. I never cry. And here I am. Crying over another one of Pierre's stupid pranks. Just like when we were kids. He's the only one that can affect me like this.

"Woah, Lani! There's no need to cry," he grabs his phone out of his back pocket and shows himself deleting the photo. "There, it's gone. I'm not trying to hurt you. It just a funny prank. I had no idea you were still this sensitive..."

"I am not sensitive!" I wipe the tears from my face, "you're just an asshole."

"Does someone need a hug?" He says while he holds his arms wide open as if he was going to hug me. I slam the window shut and close the curtains so he can't continue talking to me. I hear a muffled "aight then" through the shut window. I scoff and roll my eyes. I can't believe he's already back so soon. They told me he had another 3 months in military school... So my gut feeling was right after all...

*hi! wanna know what happened between Milani and Pierre at Fernandos party last year? what did Pierre do to end up in military school for a whole 2 1/2 months? if u enjoyed , like and i'll upload the other parts :)*