Sweet Revenge

Getting Ready

Mariah and Tianah decided to get some Chinese take outs from the restaurant opposite our shared three bedroom apartment but I was too tired to wait, so I headed inside first.

Getting in, I walk into my room and stop.

"What are you doing here?" I stare at Jonathan.

"I left my watch in your room. I was just getting it." He holds it up.

Laughing, my head shakes. "It's been what, a month, and you just realized you left your watch in my room. You need to lie better. Why are you really here, in my room?" I stare at him as he stays sitting on the bed. I know he’s lying as his watch was on him tonight.

He opened his mouth to answer but his eyes caught sight of a pink material. s**t, I forgot Mariah had forgot to close my drawer after she brought them all out. Thank goodness my list had fallen under my bed.

"Why do you have these?" He picks up the pink handcuffs.

"That is none of your business. Look, Jonathan, I won’t call the cops or report you but only if you stop looking through my things and leave NOW." Why is he here? When did he get here? I thought we left them at the club.

"Hmm, why? Are you expecting someone” He looks at me cunningly, placing the cuffs back on my bed. “I know you wanted my attention babe, and you got it. It was a good idea to use Jordan. I'm here, so let's have fun." I laugh.

"Come on, Babe. You wanted to play, so let's play."

"Jonathan Darcy, I wanted to play with Jordan, not you. I did play with him. He tastes sweet, sweeter than you if I might add.” I touch my lips as I recall the taste of his lips. “NOW LEAVE."

He sits, shocked at my tone. "You're joking."

"Do I look like I’m joking Jonny boy,” I look at him with anger in my eyes, calling him his nickname. Maybe I should call the cops on him and get him arrested for breaking and entering.

“JONATHAN, GET THE FREAKING HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!" I said, my voice raised higher than usual. I see Mariah appear at the door confused with a Tianah tailing at her back with nylons which would probably have our dinner in it.

"Fine." His words are almost growled as he storms out of my room. Mariah laughs before retreating to the living room.

What a creep. What the hell was I ever doing with that cheating man?

The week has passed by quickly; l get lost in studying. I had begun attending physical classes and focused on increasing my GPA.

Thoughts about the kiss with Jordan was constant as he has been messaging me non stop since I last saw him. How he got my number is something I find amusing seeing as we hardly spoke.

I plan on seeing him after my dance sessions today. Yes, I signed up for dancing lessons. After that night, I figured out that I can be more confident if I really know what I’m doing on the dance floor, hence my reason. Plus it is number twelve on my list.

The time schedule for the dances are quite alright as they don't clash with my school work. Two nights a week is for pole dancing, while another two nights a week is for lap dances.

I have to admit I had fun with Mariah and Tianah that night once I let go of my fears. Pulling on my boots, I stand, and Tianah walks in, her eyes widening

"Where are you going wearing hooker heels?" I laugh at her words. "I'm serious. It's literally called hooker heels?"

"I'm doing pole dancing lessons. It's the first one tonight. I figured I would wear heels and learn while wearing them.

"MARIAH, BOW IS GOING OUT TO LEARN POLE DANCING.” She yelled, which was a bit confusing hut I managed to laugh. As she sits on my bed, Mariah rushes in and takes in my looks.

“I'm coming with you!" Mariah says as she runs out of the room. I laugh, leaving Tianah on my bed as I walk to Mariah’s room, and watch her get ready.

"I always wanted to learn, so I'm coming. Why pole dancing though?" she turns and looks at me as she

fastens her shoes.

"I booked a slot in a few weeks dancing in a club." Her hands stop, and she looks at me. "Yes, I'm being serious." I laugh and watch her fasten her shoe.

"Your list.” she gasps. “You're going to dance in a club?"

"Yes, I visited it this week. It looked amazing. The women looked happy. It's a thrill, so yes, I am going to be dancing half-naked on a pole for random dudes."

"I think I need to make a list for myself. It sounds like you're having all the fun," she says, laughing, and we leave together.

Getting to the building, we go in, and to be fair, it's harder than it looked. Still, I slowly get the hang of it and begin to enjoy myself. While I am, Mariah is falling on my bottom over and over again with laughs in between her falls. I honestly think she might be drunk but I couldn’t tell.

Walking over, I pick her up off the floor. "Sorry, but I can't do it. My body is telling my feet to stay on the ground and not in mid air." She laughs again, and I nod.

"You were doing well, though." Her grin widens, and we dive back to practice more. By the time the class ends, Mariah has mastered the basics, and I'm beaming with pride.

But what really catches my attention is the cute guy who saunters over to her, flashing a charming smile. They chat for a bit, and before I know it, he's asking for her number. Mariah hands it over with a flirtatious smile, and I roll my eyes good-naturedly.

It's nothing new, really. Mariah's always been a magnet for guys, and I've grown accustomed to teasing her about it which she stylishly denies. But deep down, we know it's true – she's got a spark that draws people in. We gather our things and leave the studio, Mariah continues telling me information from her encounter with the cute guy.