Swift Attraction

*LUCY* I woke up to the sound of Rita's early morning music collection booming from the speakers in her room. I knew too well what she meant by this whole early morning loud song routine. This was another way of reminding me that I was in her house, sleeping on her bed, and had to play by her early morning rules. “Rise up sleepyhead” I heard her say. I was still engrossed in my sleep and didn't want to be disturbed so I tucked myself in the duvet even more and used the duvet to cover my head this time around. “Wake up sleepyhead!” She said in a manly voice just a few inches away from my ear. “Leave me alone” I murmured from within the duvet. The sudden silence in the room made me feel like I had won this round. This was a somewhat regular tug of war between Rita and I whenever I sleep over at hers and even sometimes when she sleeps over at my place. My feeling of assumed victory was cut short when I felt a large amount of water soaking into the duvet in a rush. I quickly rushed out of the duvet and ran out of the bed. There Rita was standing with an empty bucket in her hand. I suppose the bucket was empty because she had already emptied the content on the duvet. “What the f**k Rita!” I yelled. I tried to wipe the water seeping from my hair to my face. “And that settles it” she said with a smile on her face. “Do you know how cute you look right now?” She asked. I just could not find it in me to give her a reply. I ought to be angry but getting angry at Rita was too much of an impossible task. Just imagine, her choice of words after her actions alone made it even more difficult. All I could do was just stand there looking at her as she smiled and reminisce on my own come back strategy. “Go get dressed, we are going shopping” she said. I was about to say something but this statement caught my words in my throat. “Really?” I asked. “Yep” she replied still holding a smile on her face. “Bills on who?” I asked just to be sure. She halted close to the door and turned to face me. But this time, it felt like I had triggered something as she was no longer smiling. “Who woke you up with a bucket of cold water?” She asked. “You, I guess” I replied. “So why the hilarious question?” She asked and shook her head as she stepped out of the room. “You can thank me later!” She yelled from outside the room. I felt like she was talking about the whole shopping thing when I heard her say “because I just saved you a trip to the bathroom”. It took me a while to grasp but I finally got the joke and I felt like hitting her on the head with a pillow. Rita was just so perfect in her own way. She had a set of blue beautiful eyes and short brown, curly hair which swayed across her neck, and a beautiful body figure to compliment it. She lived with her parents Mr and Mrs Benson who were of high esteem and reputation in our locality. They owned one of the biggest supermarkets in our locality. I sometimes wished my life was just like hers exempting the whole being a soccer freak part. Yeah Rita was a soccer freak. She was one of those few girls who loved soccer with all their life. She even loved it more than most guys would. And she took out time to go for training and work on herself so she could get better at the sport. Now over to myself. The brown girl who was opportuned to get a white best friend. To an extent, we black folks have a way of being favored by God in terms of our body figure. Like I for one didn't need anybody to tell me that I had at least an average body figure. With an average size of boobs and ass, the only thing standing in the way was my skin color. Least I forget, my hair was not in any way curly nor was it long. I had to try as much as possible to get it done on a regular basis so I could have quite a presentable face. I could not boast of being too beautiful. This was probably because guys seldomly approached me. Although I felt like I was beautiful and was constantly reminded of it by loved ones, I still didn't feel the same amount of feedback from the world. But who cares? My life goes on with or without anyone telling or approaching me to say I am beautiful. And I am not one who has time for guys either. I stepped into the bathroom to take my bath. Afterwards, I took a pink top and blue jeans to follow from Rita's closet. On stepping out of the room, I was welcomed by a nice aroma coming from downstairs. I quickly rushed downstairs towards the kitchen to do a quick survey on the area. On getting downstairs, I saw Rita already holding a plate of pancakes and her mouth already stuffed with it. This is one of those traits that one could say we had in common. Yeah we were both foodies. I walked into the kitchen hoping to find Mrs Benson but she was not there. “Where's your mom?” I asked Rita as I stepped back into the living room. “She stepped out,” she replied. “So who made them pancakes?” I asked curiously. “I did,” she replied. “I think I'd get something to eat on the way,” I replied. “Ohh I see what you did there. You still feel I don't know how to cook right?” She asked. “I don't feel, I know Sis” I replied. “Well, have it your way. it only means more pancakes for me after all” she said. I had to drop my pride and walk back into the kitchen. I realized that mine were already dished and kept on one of the kitchen cabinets. So after eating, we embarked on our journey. Shopping was honestly really fun. I feel like every ladies loves to shop; it's so much fun and is a super entertaining work to do. Rita and I enjoyed our time shopping together. This was another one of those things we had in common. On paying the bill, Rita pointed out a guy to me across one of the counters. I peeped to look at him and just rolled my eyes afterwards. "Wait, what?" she said horrifyingly. "Are you insane or something? How can you roll your eyes on that guy?" she exclaimed pointing at the boy. "Rita, I'm not interested in drooling over any guy who originally wouldn't even care to share the same air he breathes with me. Boys like him love to play with you and leave you when they get what they want. My boyfriend will be much better than this hot guy of yours." I clarified. "Lucy you're over 18 years and you're still waiting for your boyfriend to come walking towards you. If you want a boyfriend, then you need to open your eyes and date." “Blah... blah..” I said as I blocked the rest of her words out and continued to pretend when my eyes fell on the car parked on the other side of the road. I closed my eyes and exhaled, hoping the car would disappear but when I opened them, it was still there. I moved my eyes from it and looked up at Rita who was still settling the bills. But even when I tried to ignore the fear and panic growing in my head, I seemed to find it a bit difficult. I moved my eyes to the car that has been following me for about two weeks since I began noticing it. The car has been following me everywhere I go, to the mall, to Rita's house, and everywhere else. Sometimes the car was parked close by or would be stationed around the block. "Rita, it's the same car as the one I told you about a couple of days before". I whispered to Rita, pointing towards the car. Her eyes followed my direction and looked at the car suspiciously and then frowned. "Baby, it's just your own thoughts dear." She said being convinced. "Who do you think would be following you?