Born Under Water

We made it to the train station in record time. It was only a couple of blocks away from my apartment, but we were wearing tight ass, leg constricting dresses and extremely high heels. There was no conservative or relaxed dressing when I went out with Bella. It had to always be go big or don't even come out with her at all. Bella was mostly quiet the entire time, even when we finally got on the train. I could tell that she was some what irritated with me for interrupting our moment earlier, but she tried to play it off by throwing a few forced winces that were supposed to give the impression of a smile every so often. I didn't like it when my friends were upset with me. It felt like the sky was falling or something. It was just that horrible or a feeling. Bella had the worst attitude of anyone I had ever met and she was the biggest, most spoiled brat. No child nor their temper tantrums had anything on Bella when she couldn't get her way. Most people questioned how I dea

It was still pretty early for the club when we got there, so there wasn't too much craziness going on inside. Bella spotted someone she knew off towards the back corner of the club and grabbed me to start walking without a word. "You see Toya and Cherry," I asked in confusion. Bella seemed super excited to get to whoever it was she had peeped. "No girl, it's my other home girls I told you we was gon click up wit." "And who the fuck are they," I asked in disgust. I already knew Bella had invited other friends out with us, but I didn't like meeting new people. As sweet and warm as I was, I had a mean petty streak. I hated meeting new bitches in the club and I was in no mood to be out with a large group. I was always doing any and everything for Bella's spoiled ass. I was more than disappointed that Toya and Cherry weren't there first. I should have expected the other bitches though because that was just my luck. "Hey girls! You

I began to open Donovan's messages as soon as I walked through the bathroom door. I didn't bother waiting until I was privately tucked away in a stall. There weren't as many ladies coming in and out of the bathroom as there was earlier. I assumed they were all making there way out to the floor at that point. That or they were finishing the final touches to their looks. As I inched closer to the sink opposite the bathroom door, I scrolled to the top of our message thread until I found where our conversation last left off. The first message I read, from when I was taking my nap earlier that day said, "Cori Please just call me so I can explain everything. It really isn't what it seemed." The next message was more begging and pleading, "Cori oh my gosh, you have to believe me. I didn't know she was coming here. It looks bad I know, but I would never play you. I meant every single word I said." There was a large time gap in between those first co