Plain Jane #Wattys2015

Tattoo's and Assualt Charges

The next day I woke up with Darren's heavy head on my shoulder and the blanket entirely on him.

"Darren you blanket hog!" I yelled, pushing him off of me and grabbing it back from him. He groaned in his sleep, a little drool escaping from his mouth, and my lips curled in disdain, but as soon as I got up and saw my reflection in the mirror my disdain turned into outright horror.

My red hair was matted and all over the place in stringy pieces and mycheek had a smear of lip gloss across it. My grey eyes looked crazy and my shirt and pencil skirt from yesterday were astray. I looked down at the one thing I knew would be perfect, because I always made sure they were, my nails and toenails. I had small feet and hands and I had a thing for nail polish and clean hands and clean feet so I always had them painted or done, and they always matched each other. This week they were an eggshell blue and I wiggled them, trying to think about the many things I had to do today, Saturday was always my busiest day, in fact it was always New York's busiest day.

I had to go grocery shopping for Darren and I, I had a lunch date with my mother and I was expected to go out tonight with Darren and Lacy at the new club Blackout in downtown New York. I sighed, turning on the hot water in my shower and stepping in, using my favorite peach mango scrub to make my skin smell good.

I stepped out, blowdrying and straightening my curly red hair to perfection, putting on some mint flavored chap stick, so all the guys I wouldn't kiss today could taste it, and throwing on a tight, white, lace dress that flared out at the knees and matching it with red open toe wedges. I admired my appearance, ignoring the fact that it took me three and a half hours to look like this and now I had to rush through shopping for the apartment just to make it to lunch on time.

I grabbed a black clutch and my phone, typing out a quick message to my mother reminding her of our lunch date, she had a habit of forgetting things. I walked towards the front door, calling out a goodbye to a still sleeping Darren, and shutting the door to the apartment.

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"Taxi!" I yell. None of them stop for me, just like usual. The New York sky was bright blue, and the only sign of the horrible storm yesterday was the wet sidewalks, and the giant puddles that I carefully avoided.

I continued my trek walking down the street, hoping to find a waiting taxi to steal off the curb. I looked around at my surroundings, my heart jumping at every sleek black car I saw.

There was no way I would ever see Ryan again, that was just a coincidence last night. I bumped into a body, causing them to spill their coffee on the front of their shirt. I mumble through an apology, reaching into my clutch to pretend I was looking for a napkin.

"Sorry I don't-" I start to say, but the man cuts me off. "You don't have a napkin huh?" He asks.

"No, sorry." I answer.

He starts laughing, but it looks like he's about to punch a wall. "I've been in New York two days and three people have bumped into me, pretending to look for napkins, then apologizing and hurrying down the street. What is it with you inconsiderate bitches these days?" He asks dryly.

"Excuse me?" I ask, my eyebrow raising.

"Yeah you walk down the street, not paying attention to your surroundings and acting as if you're the only damn one on this whole island but you're not. If you didn't notice." He snaps.

"I did notice actually, maybe if you didn't stand at a complete standstill in the middle of the sidewalk people wouldn't bump into you!" I throw my hands up.

"Maybe if you watched where you were walking I would be okay to stand here." He fumes. We glare at each other for a full five seconds, both of our chests heaving up and down.