Poor Me

Chapter 7

Dylan

It's new years eve so me and Mica are going to a party we got invited to by our friend Jessy. He's a darling.

After a few nights at Mica's apartment I went back to my place. I had to be the one to cancel most of the reservations we made for our wedding. Having to tell people the we were no longer getting married was interesting to say the least. I haven't talked to Tate or Cruse since that day and they haven't talked to me. When I came back to our apartment everything that belonged to Tate was gone which was good. I didn't want awkward meetings with her.

I spent Christmas with Mica in her apartment which was different but awesome. She didn't want to put up Christmas decorations because she's lazy and thinks it's a waste of time. She calls it Miraya Carey's day. She's horrible.

We spent Christmas Eve with Tommy and Lenny and they made sure not to bring Cruse or my failed engagement up. Mica brought me a bunch of stuff as presents like every year. She keeps me sane and makes sure I don't sink into depression. She actually protested to me living alone but since she refused to move in with me I told her to shut up about it. She suggested we get out more which we've been postponing opting to just stay and chill until today. Which brings us to now.

I push up bra exposing more of my boobs making sure that they show perfectly on the dip of my grey crop top. I pull up my tight black jeans making sure not much of my stomach is showing. It's still flat after I gave birth to the twins I just don't want to show too much.

My hair is straightened, full face makeup on and my most comfortable black heels. I check myself for the hundredth time because it was so long ago since I did this. Going to a party was never in a picture when I was with Tate. The was really no time for doing things like partying I guess that's why she wanted out. I turn around but still face the mirror looking at my ass. I look fine as hell.

I grab my bag and phone, I'm already late Mica will kill me. I call an Uber because me and Mica want to get wasted tonight so we decided to leave our cars. I rush out of my place heels clicking. I'm so excited I might scream, I can literally feel butterflies in my stomach. I wait for my ride checking the time which is 9:30 the time we were supposed to meet up by.

I'm literally dead meat.

The car arrives and 15 minutes later I'm outside Jessy's house which is big as hell. His parents are real estate agents that used to work with Mica's father when he was still alive. According to Jessy they are spending the rest of their holidays in Dubai. There are a bunch of cars packed and solo cups already littered around the yard.

I see a silhouette of a woman standing alone. I rush towards it already apologizing vigoursly at her, because even if it's dark I know that body anywhere.

"I'm so sorry I'm late I got held up"

"Doing what exactly" she asks faying annoyance.

"Umm you know stuff"

"Whatever. I'll let you off easy because you look like a dream right now." she comes close kissing my cheek.

"Thanks, you also look beautiful" she really does. She's wearing a white baggy t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. Her red hair tied in to a bun on top of her head, strands falling down around her oval shaped face.

I grab her hand pulling her towards the entrance, she slows me down laughing at my over enthusiastic ass.

It's a full house and some people are already drunk off their asses including the host.Under the influence by Chris Brown blasts from the speakers but not loud enough to not hear the person next to you.

"Look at Jessy go" I points towards the dude dancing. He clings to the stripper pole with both his legs swinging around like a monkey while the crowd goes wild. We wait until he's finished his performance then go to say hi.

"Hey bitches" he hugs us both at the same time "Did you see me on that pole"

"Better than Lil Nas x I'd say" Mica tells him.

"I know right" he beams genuinely proud of himself. "You bitches are late, you'll have to play catch up now. Then we can sort out the issue of getting you guys laid" he unbuttons the rest of his shirt, his ripped torso showing. Jessy is a handsome guy who knows that he is handsome. His perfect hair, perfect clothes are always in place. He also got his d**k pierced because we dared him to. So yeah he's a wild one.

"Who said we want to get laid" Mica asks jokingly.

"well fist of all you have been in a dry spell for as long as I remember"he gestures to him with his perfectly manicured fingers "your friend here needs a rebound. especially since her ex fiancee has been f*****g like crazy ever since they broke up"

I stop breathing waiting for the pain to hit it's mark.

But nothing happens.

"Please tell me she's not here"

"Oh please, I wouldn't do that to you."

"You're the best Jessy"

"Darling I know" he rolls his eyes like I'm stupid for even bringing it up. "Now let's get you guys wested stat"

We make our way towards the table with a a bunch of drinks and Jessy gives us shots, two each. "Forget the lime and salt just drink"

We do as he says and then he hands us solo cups that are half full. "That's rum and coke, do with it as you may. I have places to go, people to see. Hopefully when the time comes you will both have someone to kiss"

"We're good, thanks Jess" Mica tells him then looks at me for confirmation. I shrug because I'm here for a good time and if I find someone who wants to have a good time with me I'm game. Since I now my ex has moved on I feel the pressure of having to find someone tonight.

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It's already five minutes to twelve, were drunk and sweaty and I'm having a lot of fun. More than I've had all this year actually. Mica is dancing so flawlessly you'd think she's a professional dancer. I know after this party it'll be weeks before she agrees to go out again so I'm enjoying her as much as I can. I need to have fun tonight so I can forget what I went through, even if it's for a short while. I feel guilty for it but when I see how much fun Mica is having I know it's will be okay.

"What, quit staring at me you creep" she laughs her words slurry. She's drunk.

"I'm just thinking that I want to kiss someone like everyone else" I whine.

"Too bad people already have people, you shouldn't have been dancing with me the whole time then"

"You could kiss me" I offer.

She throws her head back and laughs like I've just told her the best joke she has ever heard.

"I'm serious Mica, there's only a minute left till count down"

"Me?" she laughs

"You're my friend aren't you"

"But..."

"Please Babu, I'll owe you one"

"Don't blame me if you fall in love with me after this"

Before I can answer her she pulls me close her arm around my waist the other sprawled around the back of my neck. She looks at my eyes searching for something and when she finds it she brings her lips to mine.

It's like she was never drunk.

A small uncontrolled sound comes out from one of us because of how good this feels. Her lips are soft and pillowy. This time I'm sure I'm the one making noises.

The kiss is slow but passionate, no tongue. My knees buckle, my hand fists on the back of her t-shirt holding on. She pushes her tongue inside my mouth making me feel lightheaded. It is soft and hot and tastes like rum and coke. And pineapple. It send tingles all over my body and I'm throbbing between my legs. We kiss for so long that by the time we break the kiss my lips are swollen and tingling. When I look at Mica's lips they are red and puffy. I bring my hand to touch mine, running two of my fingers on them. Wow, she definitely can kiss. Not a virgin then.

"I aim to please and no I'm not a virgin but that has nothing to do with kissing"

she chuckles. "hope you're satisfied with your kiss now let's dance" she says. I didn't even realize I was speaking aloud.

We dance around each other, laughing like nothing happened but I know deep down as I feel the wetness between my thighs that I'm f****d.