Promise Me to Please | Please Me #2

  I couldn't sleep.

  After Knowles and I had sex, my entire brain was drained of all energy and every moment after that was locked in a haze. I remembered getting up, getting dressed – I think he put my shoes on for me? – and then got in a taxi to go home. I couldn't even remember properly, the only thing I could remember was... God, that sex.

  I hated being wrong. I hated even more Knowles proving me wrong. And in many ways, I wanted to be right about him. Awful dick and awful moves... but in another twisted way I was ecstatic I was wrong because everything he did... fucking hell.

   "It's 2pm." Was all Ezekiel said as I walked out of my bedroom this morning. He looked at me like some crazy person because I never got up that late. He even checked my temperature to make sure I wasn't sick because that could have been the only logical excuse for my lateness.

  If only he knew...

  He wouldn't know. I wasn't going to tell anyone. Not Ezekiel because he was already trying to get over Michael, not Sienna because she needed to focus on her wedding – something that needs to be about her and only her — and definitely not Leah because I was positive she wouldn't appreciate the image of me fucking her cousin, and I couldn't add that onto the stress of her interview.

  They all had their own things to focus on and this thing between Knowles and I was so insignificant.

  So, I brushed Ezekiel off and told him I'd probably overworked myself this past week with assignments and classes even though that was something that rarely happened, but he bought it. Thank God.

  Now I was lying in bed unable to sleep. Probably because I'd slept so long today my body didn't need the extra rest.

  Huffing, I reached over to my bedside and grabbed my phone. Maybe Sienna was awake? I texted her and waited ten minutes. No answer. It was 1am so she was either asleep or having sex with Roman. Either one was as likely as the other.

  I dithered on Leah because she was most likely jet-lagged still but then I remembered she talked about some meditation app she was using to fix it and I didn't want to disturb her. Typical LA girl.

  I could ask Ezekiel if he wanted to watch a movie? No, he had early classes in the morning.

  How is it I only had three friends? Two of which didn't even live in New York. Fuck, I was such a loner.

  Back in Wisconsin, everyone new everyone. Throughout kindergarten and elementary, it was so easy to make friends because of sandboxes and swing sets. In middle school it got harder but by then you had at least one good friend to always stick by.

  Mine was Sienna. We weren't popular back then; she always had her head in a book and I had braces and constant obsession with winning the spelling-bee every year.

  High school came, I got my braces off, and Sienna decide this was our year to be popular. I followed along, of course and she succeeded. I always believed the reason I became popular was due to Sienna. If I didn't have her, with my head always stuck hard into my academics and lunch times filled with stuffing as much food into my mouth as possibly, I would probably have been alone.

  The only reason lots of girls hung around me was due to Sienna's popularity. And, sure, some of them were nice, others were complete bitches, but I always had company, someone to turn to when the conversation got awkward. Despite all that though, it was classic, systematic high school.

  But, as always, Sienna's plan backfired. She met Adam – her on and off again boyfriend – and thank the Lord she met Roman in our Senior Year and got the biggest reality check of her life because I didn't want to think about where the hell she would have ended up if she didn't.