The best way to get over someone is to eat ice cream and chocolate. Forget the bastard by having fun. Show him you got options too. And know that you are always enough. - Gen
Lyla
"Girl, shut up! He did not!" Gen shouted from the bathroom. Her head popped out the door as she gave me the look.
I laughed, "Yup. It was so much better than Tyler. The man had a way with his hands and mouth. Ugh, Genna. It was kind blowing really." I told her truthfully.
She furrowed her perfectly arched brows. Even in the early morn, she looked like a super model. "Wow."
I nodded my head, "Exactly what I said."
"So, are you over Tyler?" she asked stepping out of the bathroom, wiping her hands on her ripped jeans. She make those look like what royalty would wear and they were the oldest pair she had.
"I can't get over a 12 year relationship in 2 weeks, Gen. I wish I could but he had my whole heart." I answered, looking at my phone.
She gave me a sympathetic look, "I know."
I had told her about the little sex session me and Wes had a few minutes ago.
"I can't believe that you hooked up with Wes. That's so unlike the good girl I know. Wow girl, you're my new role model." She gushed.
"Will you shut up!" I laughed.
I moved around my room trying to find something to do.
Gen sat down painting her nails a bright pink colour. I could never do it as perfectly as she does.
Gen was a really beautiful person. She had flaming red curly hair that touched her slender shoulders, seductive, gray eyes, long lashes, a long straight nose and naturally pink lips.
She was a tall and slender with lovely curves. She really looked like model.
"So I know it might be too soon but, there's a party tomorrow night and really think it would do you some good if you came with me." She suddenly asks out of the blue.
I looked at her and she looked at me with puppy eyes. Usually I don't go to parties. I hated crowds and the whole idea of it scared me a bit.
But maybe that was the problem. I'm so afraid of stepping into the unknown that I've been stuck in a rut for my whole life. I had committed my self to one basic thing my whole life and I don't know anything out of that protective bubble and for a newly single 23 year old...that was bad.
I looked up, "Sure. I don't have anything better to do." I answered nonchalantly.
She stared at me in shock for a minute. "The shy girl is actually accepting an invite to a party?" She asked, faking her shock. She can be so extra sometimes.
I laughed, "Listen, the only reason I never went to these parties because I was with Tyler. And you know this."
"And since now you don't have a boyfriend, you're free?" Gen finished.
I nodded.
She gave me a knowing smile.
"Its gonna be at The Lock In. You know that club down town that only celebrities can get into? Yeah that one. Its an all night event of course. The theme is bold and flashy."
"So like how street workers would dress." I summed up.
She laughed, "Yeah, pretty much. I did a lot sweet talking to finally get us in and trust me, its worth it. So you made the right choice."
I hummed a response. Maybe I did.
A message popped up on my phone. I had charged it this morning and the messages were coming in like crazy.
I went into Whatsapp and smiled as I saw who it was. The number wasn't saved but I knew that face anywhere.
It was none other than Wes Allen.
I quickly opened the message.
Wes: Hey Lyla. I took your number off the fridge.
I grinned as I silently praise myself for putting it there.
Me: Hey. I figured.
Wes: Listen, I miss you. Is Gen still there?
Me: Yes she is. She's not leaving yet.
Wes: Ugh. I want to see your beautiful face, Lyla.
Me: I'm not beautiful. Lol
Wes: How many times will I have to tell you that you are THE most beautiful thing on God's green earth.
Me: All the time since I like hearing it from you
Wes: Lol. I'll say it a hundred times a day then.
Me: Stop playing Wes.
Wes: The only thing I want to be playing with is your body.
Me: OMG. Lol shut up.
Wes: I only speak the truth, sweetheart.
Wes: I want to see u.
Me: You saw me a couple hours ago.
Wes: Yeah but that was a couple of hours ago.
Me: Lol.
Wes: So when CAN I see you though?
Me: Tomorrow night.
Wes: That seems awfully specific.
Me: Ha. I know. Gen is taking me out to a party tomorrow night. I think you would do well for a plus one.
Wes: Aww come on, Lyla. I meant just us two.
Me: Well, after the party we will be alone. All alone, with a huge room. Just us two, drunk as hell. Doing things we shouldn't.
Wes: Oh? I like this.
I laughed at that.
"Ly, shut up! I need absolute silence when I'm doing my fingers!" Gen shouted at me angrily. "Who are you texting anyway? It better not be that bastard Tyler."
I shook my head in disgust, "No way would I ever."
Tyler had tried to contact me over the two weeks. There hundreds of missed calls and messages. I haven't read them yet. I can't imagine what he wants to talk about when he said everything he needed a few weeks ago.
It didn't even matter at this point.
Me: Does that mean yes?
Wes: Of course it's a yes. Why would I even say no?
Me: Awesome.
Me: I think it will be a great night.
Wes: Anything involving you is great Lyla.
Me: Stop lying.
Wes: You know I'm not.
Me: Sml
Wes: Where's the party though?
Me: The Lock In. Downtown. Its an all night event and stuff so get alot of sleep.
Wes: All night for the party or us having sex?
Me: Omg is that all you think about?
Wes: No but having sex with you is probably the greatest privilege a man can get and I just want to confirm it, you know.
Me: That's so much bull. You're such a sweet talker.
Wes: I don't lie, Lyla.
Me: Whatever you say Wes😂
Wes: I'm serious.
Me: I know. Listen, I gotta go.
Wes: Wow...
Me: Lol. I'll see you tomorrow though.
Wes: Sigh it's so long. Yes you will.
Me: Chill. I'll talk to you later.
Wes: Alright sweetie.
I smiled and put away my phone.
I looked at Gen, giving her all my attention. She's been talking for the last few minutes and I did not hear a word she uttered.
"Its 10:00 am. We need to go shopping for our outfits for tomorrow. So put on something more.......covering and let's go." She said.
She got up and went to the door, "I'm waiting down stairs. Don't take forever to put on some pants. We have a spa appointment also."
I groaned in protest. I hated the spa.
"You can groan all you want. I'm not letting you come to such a famous club looking like your 40. Now let's go." Gen told me strongly.
I rolled my eyes and took out my worst jeans. I completely forgot how much work went into going to a party.
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