10.

                                    

                                          
THE DAY AFTER 
✨ANASYIA ✨















                          
" Sooo....do you have any idea what the quote means?.....Anasyia??" 
                          
" I'm s-sorry Dame....now what did you say?" I say to him. 


                          
We're in photojournalism right now. Today was pretty much a studying session day, since we have an upcoming quiz next week. 






                          
" What's going on with you?" he asks. 
                          
"I just had a rough night, that's all." 



                          
" You wanna y'all about?? We can make it seem like we talking abo-"
                          
" I rather not..." 
                          
" Why not?" 
                          
" Because it's none of your business.." 
                          
" Damn, it's like that?" he says. 
                          
" I wasn't tryna be rude or anything...I'm sorry..." I say. He smiles and looks back down at the book. I watch as he does so, but his eyes connect back with mine. I watch his eyes fall down to my chest area. 





                          
" You seem something you like?" I say to him. 

                          
" Actually I would, but I see a bruise on your chest, so no.....what happened last night?" he says, looking more concerned.
                          
I forgot about the bruise that Jace put right there from last night. I came from his house this morning and wore whatever I had over there over here. I didn't have time to go and change my clothes and try to hide the bruise.
                          
" It was accident...things got rough last night between Jace and I..." 
                          
" So he hit you?" 
                          
" It got rough in the bed..." I say winking, trying to make the partial lie believable.
                          
"Ah, you into that rough sex type thing huh?" 
                          
" I wasn't actually into it...maybe Jace didn't do something right..." 
                          
" So that's why you're acting like you have today? Because of an off night?" 
                          
" Yes...if that's what you wanna say." I say. We continue to talk as our conversation goes into a different direction.
                          
" I hope you two are talking about something that ties into photojournalism.." Mr. Higgins says. The whole class turns towards us. Dame grins and informs Mr. Higgins that we are. I'm glad he took up for us because I'm most definitely wasn't going to.

                          
After class, we walk to the cafeteria to grab a bite. Then, we head back to our hallway. We stop at my dorm room doorway. 







                          
" I had a nice time learning about how you and your mother rekindled. That takes a lot of courage." he says.
                          
" I hope you can do the same with your uncle, before it's too late. There's always two sides to a story."
                          
" Yeah, you're right... I hope he's able to cope with the truth and tell me what's up, it'll be the best for the both of us.." 
                          
" Honesty can do a lot for people..." 
                          
" Yeah, but being raw is I really does it for some. Like you and I...." 
                          
" What do you mean?" 
                          
" The vibe we have as friends isn't sexual or what people may proclaim it to be....it's raw.." he says. I grin a little and I think about what that really means. I don't have to cover up a lot of things from Dame because he isn't a judgmental type. It's almost like talking to a stuffed animal on your bed. The difference is he's actually speaks, and tells you what you wanna hear. I find myself wanting to tell him what happened last night, and suddenly find the courage.