Deila's POV
Beep. Beep.
The shrill sound of my alarm jolted me awake, I grumbled in my sleepy state.
Who in the hell would send a message at this time of the day darn it!?
I sighed, arching my brows with my eyes still closed when I realized I didn't have the slightest idea of what time of the day it was.
How would I? When I was just awoken from the sweetest and most beautiful sleep I've had in a very long time. Okay...so much for personalizing asleep.
Yawning as I stretched to reach the side of my not so big bed for my phone, my grip tightened on it harder than I'd intended. But I couldn't blame myself, I was still vexed that my sweet sleep had been interrupted with.
Double tapping on the screen of my phone, I winced from the light it sourced as it came on. Damn eye burns.
My eyes roamed on the screen, inquiring from it what time of the day it was. And then I stopped...
I be doomed! 10 fucking am!
How could I've slept for so long as a dog? That was so unlike me as I was an early riser and although it was Sunday, the nature of my job required me up and jumping from bed before dawn and this, fortunately, has had me addicted to it. So much so that anytime I slept past 6 am, I'd wake up with a headache, banging the hell out of me. Which made me continue to wonder why I slept till 10 am!
Blast! Blast!
And a blur of last night's events hit me like a sting as it replayed in my head.
"Hello?" I inquired once I answered the phone and that without bothering to look at the screen to see who the caller was.
"Hey, girl!" The caller chirped.
I smiled immediately recognizing the voice of one of my best friends, Lari.
"Yo! What's up B?' I answered cheerfully.
"Yeah. So I'm getting dressed for the club right now. Need you to help me pick a dress."
"Not now, I'm busy." I honestly told her as I was busy trying to meet the deadline for the writing challenge the company I worked for was organizing.
"Please," she whined. I could imagine her pouting as she did this.
"Okay, okay," I agreed, but She was already requesting a video call, so I received it m.
She was standing away from the camera, her white skin tanned and perfectly suiting with her strawberry blond hair. She picked up two dresses, holding them in front of her.
"This?" She held out a red—colored dress with a v—neck cut, dangly shiny ropes at the side —that I'd no doubts will jiggle when she walked and had a long—sleeved hand that would obviously fall off the shoulders. It was beautiful.
"Or this?" She held out the other dress. It was black and had sprinkles of silver on it, like stardust. It had tiny straps as the hand and was cut open to the belly. Looking at the dress, I could tell it would stop just almost halfway up her thighs. The dress was exquisite and was simply so Lari– crazy.
I pointed to the black one.
"Oh, this? Yes!" She squealed. "Phew, thank God you went with that, I woulda worn it anyways, forget that Eva picked it also."
I giggled at that. I was going to hang up when she faced me.
"Wanna come along?" She asked grinning sheepishly.
"Errrr" I made a sound like I was thinking but I already knew what my answer would be no, then continued. "You know I'm not really the party type, so no girl. I'll pass on that."
"And you know I wasn't really asking, right? Get your butt off that bed and get that sexy body of yours ready for clubbing."
"Lari? I'm not the clubbing type right, you know this. And be—"
"Yen yen yen," she sang, cutting me off in an obviously sarcastic tone. "I'm coming to get you anyways!" she yelled from the other side of the line then she hung up before I could continue my protest.
I decided I could use a break since I'd been buried in my writing for two straight days, not that I'd win against an impulsive Lari.
By 10 pm we were already pulling out of the cab and into the club. Lari had her not less than four inches heels on and was hovering over me.
I didn't even remember if Lari paid the cab, 'cause I wasn't able to. I remembered coming out of the cab and immediately indulged in warding off an admirer.
The last I remembered was taking a mini— glass of tequila.
Blast me!
I knew very well that even if it was a little quantity it still hits me. I wasn't the alcohol type and I still went for it.
Although most thought it weird anytime I voiced it. Like Lari would say 'what girl doesn't get drunk right in this century we are in?'
And Eva would always say in my defense, 'That's her, Delia Barbson, not that typical girl you come across every day.' Then all three of us would laugh heartily when I'd Tommy my eyes at how they spoke about me like I wasn't there.
The girls made LA bearable for me the first two months after I met them, and in the fifth month, they made it fun as hell. My nostalgia vanished although not completely, but I sure did surprise myself. I always feared I wouldn't be able to breathe away from home, but I did. I was.
Lari did score one on me today, got me to the club, got me drunk and I was bearing the consequences which I knew I was fully responsible for. I wondered how I'd even gotten home.
I proceeded to call her out of curiosity, but her phone went straight to voicemail. She's probably still snoring, I thought to myself.
I winced, making a sound at the back of my throat in annoyance of the intrusion of light that came with opening the curtains.
I tried to recall yesterday, calmly this time. I tried really hard that it caused a throb in my head, I decided it was impossible to recall vividly all that happened the night before. Even Lari which was no doubt still wasted, wouldn't.
Dropping the act of recalling, I picked up my phone again from the center of the bed—I'd tossed it there— and went through my calls. I frowned when I saw ten missed calls from my sister, Mari, and six more from other acquaintances. On a normal day, if I'd been holding that phone in my hands every hour that passed, I bet I wouldn't have gotten that number of calls. The irony was I never cared, but this was alarming.
I decided to go through my unread messages, not taking to heart any of the calls I missed, except for my sister's.
I stopped frozen, staring at my mum's message:
Hurry up, get the next plane ticket to Atlanta.
"Atlanta!?" I exclaimed to myself angrily.