Cakes, Papers And Us

Ch 4

“You know I never understood why you wear glasses when we’re out shopping,” Amelia had given up on trying to convince Amaya and currently helping with the groceries, finally, for a second there I thought it’d be me shopping alone and you nagging the entire day…

“I need glasses to see, what’s so hard to understand,” she shakes her head when Amelia push the trolley into the snacks section, specifically the isle that contains sweets and chocolates, “Well, you don’t wear it 24/7, that’s why,” Mia shrugs with a pout and kitty eyes, silently begging Maya to buy the bag of marshmallows.

“Put it in,” she gestures to their favorite guilty pleasure, “I need them so I’d make sure I bought the things I’ve listed down, which by the way marshmallows isn’t one of them,” she chastises her friend jokingly.

“Oh hush, you love them,” and they laugh as they continue walking around, “I mean, I know you wear them when you decor those cakes, when you read, drive, but shopping? It just seemed a bit weird,” Mia shrugs and Maya sighs.

“It’s not, trust me, I don’t want to wear them 24/7 but sometimes I just need them,” Mia wanted to add but they both looked back when someone yelled out to them, “MIA! MAYA!”

“TYSON!” she squeals and literally ran to him, dramatic much, Amaya rolls her eyes as she watches Tyson catch her best friend then twirls her, she would have commented if not for the dark-haired figure behind them, wearing the same expression as her.

Seeing him made Amaya gasp, is he... the man from last night? the guy I left this morning?

“I am not going to talk to some strange man, we are here for a girls' night out,” she whines in a drunk manner as Becca, Diana and Kelsey kept urging her to go and make a move on one of the solo man there.

“Oh don’t be a party popper, Maya!” Diana pouts as she took a shot of her tequila, Kelsey next to her agreed as she plays with the olive in her glass, “Besides, we all here have boyfriends, you’re the only single lady here, go have some fun, shoo!” her hand waves weirdly and they laughed at her.

“Correction, I have a fiancee,” Becca giggled waving her hand that has her engagement ring and Amaya could not help but chuckled at them, at herself because they were already tipsy, “I don’t care if you girls have boyfriends or fiancees or sugar daddies, I love being by myself,” her friends gasped but then as suddenly as they did, they burst out laughing at nothing in particular.

“Oh, my bitches! My girls are drunk!” Mia came out of nowhere, in her hands are a few bottles of beer, making them cheer like idiots, “Mia! Are those for me?” they slurred and the rest of the night faded with them drinking, dancing with each other, rejecting guys that asked to dance with them and joking among themselves.

“I need to go pee, “ Amaya announced and the girls all hummed, busy on their phones now as they finally settled back in their booth, probably to call their ride home as it was almost 1 am, “Don’t open your legs for strange men,” Becca jokingly advised making her group laugh again and Maya shook her head, silly bitches.

“Hey there,” a guy tried stopping her from exiting the comfort-room making Amaya annoyed, “Bye, I need to leave,” it was lucky she hadn’t lost her footing when she came, wasn’t going to lose it on the way back.

“Don’t be like that, come, we can have fun,” he male tried to snake his arm around her but she slapped it making the man grunt, “Listen, b***h! I’ve had my eyes on you since you entered the club,” he tried again but she just slipped passed him, trying to make a run for it.

Amaya didn’t get far as the man grabbed her hair and jerked her towards him, flushing her back to his front and she cried out at the hard grip, “You’re not going anywhere,” he disgustingly licks her exposed shoulder and she whimpers in fear, wishing her friends would find her soon.

“Please, let me go,” she pleads and helplessly looked around, where were those people that walked here? Help me, please! Somebody! He slapped her and tightens the hold on her hair, then his hand caged both of her hands behind her, keeping them in place.

“No one’s coming to help little b***h! Let’s go,” just as he said those words, he was suddenly pulled away from her, letting her fall and Amaya felt someone pull her up gently afterward.

The man had dark brown hair, soft grey-brown eyes and he looked concerned as he did a once over her body, probably looking for injuries “Are you okay miss?”

“MAYA!” Amaya was bought out of her trance with a flinch when Amelia screamed in front of her face, “Yes what?!” she jumped again when the woman poked her sides as giggles escape her lips.

“MIA! Stop that!” she slaps her hand as she couldn't help to giggle along and the female laughs, “Finally you’re back on earth, so where’d you go? Mars?” her best friend wiggles her eyebrows and she frowns at her.

“What do you want?” she grumbles but when her eyes advert to behind her friend, she knew and remembered why, “ Oh! Hi, Tyson,” she waves awkwardly and the male grins at her with a wave, “Hey Maya,”

“How long have you been there?” the male chuckles at her question, “A few minutes, you’ve spaced out it seems,”

“Sorry, just had a lot on my mind,” her eyes then accidentally averts to the figure behind him, who had already been staring at her curiously.

“Oh, where are my manners? Maya, this is my best friend Marc, dude, this is Maya, Mia's single and hot best friend that I told you about,” he literally pushed his friend forward, fortunately, he stopped before they could collide and Amaya blinks at the sudden closeness, the male grunt a few profanities under his breath and he threw a glare at his friend.

Amaya did not like the way Tyson described her but kept her mouth shut, “What? I’m just introducing you guys,” Tyson said innocently as he slung his arm around Mia, who smirks at Maya with a knowing look, making both of them roll their eyes.

“Marc,” he held his hand out and Maya gulps, doesn’t he remember me from last night? Does he even recognize me at all? 

“Uh, I’m Am-Maya,” she took his hand and felt a shiver went down her when his hand held hers firmly, “Nice to finally meet you,”