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Bliss
I feel the blush rising in my cheeks as I take a sip of my mimosa. It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m only having brunch with my best friends because they begged me. If it was up to me, I would be back in Cuba’s bed until he forced me to leave, but we plan on staying the night at his place, and driving to class together tomorrow. While I’m here for a gossip session, my boyfriend, yes, boyfriend, is down at the beach playing basketball. Well he called it a pick-up game, with Cam and Ash. Other than being drugged, this weekend is unreal. I’m still waiting for someone to clap and poof it’s all gone in a cloud of smoke.
“You look well rested.” Patrick narrows his eyes at me, but smiles. “How does it feel to be the most hated girl on campus?”
“You mean most envied.” India smirks, stuffing a piece of waffle in her mouth.
That is something I will have to get used to. Dex was pretty popular but he wasn’t going pro or anything. Cuba is the guy on campus, he’s on a whole different level. Only thing keeping my mind from wandering to him possibly cheating is that he barely let me in. He still has a lot of smoke in his past and so far, I’m the only one getting through it. Am I worried about how much attention he gets? Of course. Am I worried he’ll be the one to break my heart? Yes, but I hope like crazy he doesn’t.
“I don’t think I’m either.” I set down my mimosa. “No one really knows me.”
“Yet,” Indi says. “Trust me, these bitches are doing their homework, they’ll find out who finally got Cuba.”
Frowning, I pick at my napkin. “They’ll be very disappointed,” I tell her. “This is college not high school, why does it matter?”
Patrick holds a hand to his chest. “Bliss, baby, these college girls are worse. They are savages. We live in a world filled with wanna be Kardashians, they are looking for a meal ticket or their next come up.”
“What he is saying is all these girls want a one-way ticket to Cuba,” Indi chimes in.
“Thanks guys, you sure know how to make me feel better.” I roll my eyes, taking another sip of my drink. “So, are you saying I shouldn’t be with him?”
Patrick grabs my hand from across the table. “What? Of course not. We are happy for you,” he insists with a smile. “Cuba is an upgrade. He’s the upgrades of all upgrades.”
Then why am I starting to rethink this now? My friends are right, he’s a big deal, and I’m not. He’s going pro and I’m going to be a history teacher, two very different lifestyles. The wheels are now turning, and India knows it.
She nudges Patrick. “Shut up.” She looks to me. “Stop overthinking it. You guys are perfect together. Perfect balance.” She tries to convince me. “No one has seen him have a girlfriend. It will be old news soon.”
The faster it’s old news the better, though I still feel I might wake up and this would have been a dream. I don’t want to spend my dream thinking about the what if’s and the might of’s. If Cuba didn’t want this, or me, he would say it.
I don’t respond to her, I just nod and down the rest of my drink. The rest of brunch, we talk about our classes, except Patrick who just listens to mainly India complain about the teacher aid who is ignoring her. Sometimes I wonder if some guy broke her heart to make her never want to catch feelings or settle down. Indi is my best friend and I find myself wondering so many things about her. I make a mental note to have a girls’ night soon.
My phone vibrates next to my plate, and I can’t help the smile that comes across my face.
“Ugh, you make me sick already.” Patrick throws a bunched-up napkin at me. “But hell, I’d be smiling like a fool too if he was my boyfriend. Tell me, does he have tattoos where we can’t see?”
Now it’s my turn to throw his napkin back at him. “You’ll just have to keep imagining.” I smile, picking my phone up, and sliding my thumb across the screen to unlock it.
Cuba: Where’s my girlfriend?
I do a little dance in my seat, practically giddy as I type back.
Me: Still at brunch. Where’s my boyfriend?
“Did you just do a happy dance?” India purses her lips to keep from laughing. “Oh my God, you are so gone. Could have made him chase you a little more.”
Leaning back in my seat, I lift my refilled drink to my lips and smile. “What can I say. I like my men like I like my weed, sedating, uplifting, dominating, and when you light it on fire, it makes me feel so good.” Lifting my eyebrow, I take a sip.
Patrick chuckles. “Well damn, are you going to pass it along?”
“Nope,” I say, picking up my phone when it starts vibrating.
Cuba: Still at the courts, about to pick up another game. I’m hella dying out here.
Me: Yeah right, I bet you’re keeping up just fine. :)
I’m sure it has to be hard on him, coming back to play basketball after being out for about a year. It would be hard on anyone, but I know it’s hard without Jackson being there with him.
Cuba: I didn’t say we were losing, Arrow. Just that I had this sexy girl in my bed last night. I didn’t get much sleep.
