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"You look so bomb, the smokey eye is definitely your style", Faye encouraged.

Lylah smiled, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She was pretty, pretty enough and she didn't need one man to make her feel like she wasn't.

Not just make her feel, to tell her that she wasn't pretty.

"Earth to Lylah", Faye snapped her fingers in Lylah's face.

Lylah blinked twice, her eyes following the direction of Faye's fingers. She raised her left eyebrow quizzically.

"I said we're done here. Where have your mind been?", Faye questioned.

"Sorry, I just be doing that a lot sinc-

"Stop", Faye interrupted.

"Just stop Lylah. Your every single conversation leads back to him, that one. Why do you keep on inflicting on yourself so much pain", she added.

Lylah rose up and settled on the bed. She looked up, like those ceilings were the most fancy thing she ever saw.

She embraced herself, cause after all all she had was herself.

She wanted to cry but she didn't want to do it before Faye. Tears were the most precious to her, and always she made sure no one, absolutely no one, would see her cry.

But Faye saw right through her. She took soft steps towards her friend.

Faye wanted to put some sense in her friend's head but at the same time she didn't want to upset her.

She knew how fragile the heart was. The art of loving was painful and beautiful at the same time.

Sometimes she even asked herself if it was even worth it, she hated seeing Lylah like this.

It was always Lylah consoling someone, never her in such a predicament.

"We were so happy Faye, so so happy", Lylah blinked, pushing the tears threatening to spill away.

Faye nodded softly as she joined their hands, joining Lylah on the bed.

"You know how it's been such a bad year, the family drama was taking it's toil on me. Every time Mama would call and she was in pain, he was my pillar. He made me feel like he was going to be there, every step of the way and-

"Lylah, no one stays forever", Faye whispered the latter.

"But he said-

"No listen to me", Faye interrupted.

"No, no, no, no, you listen to me. He promised!", Lylah yelled.

"He said this was a forever deal", her voice cracked.

Faye stared at her friend, she wondered how one could move past something like this. The type of love Lylah had for this guy was different. It was stupid.

"You know what, let's pretend Raj doesn't exist, neither Lylah. For tonight you're Barbie, we're going to get to that club and you're going to have fun, deal?", Faye smiled.

"Deal", Lylah tried to mimick the smile which was a failure.

She looked like a Cheshire cat grinning.

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"Let's dance Lylah", Faye yelled over the music.

Lylah just rolled her eyes. She waved Faye off, focusing on her drink.

She wasn't really one to dance, of course unless she was tipsy. Oh she could get crazy too, a giggle left her.

Her thoughts found Raj once again. It was around the Easter holidays. That was one of the few days she spent the night with him.

She could still remember the look on his face as she sat on him and whine. He refused to look her in the eye, that was one shy guy.

"You're crazy", She could still hear him say.

She smiled, a full blown smile, the corners of her lips were even hurting. But it vanished as fast as it came.

Her smile faltered, frozen in time as her eyes were locked on the scene unfolding before her. There he was, seated, with a woman perched on his laps.

Lylah swallowed hard as she tried to take deep breaths.

"What was he doing here?", she asked herself.

Not being able to bear it any longer, she grabbed her purse and bolted out. She rummaged through her purse, looking for her phone.

She speed dialed Faye.

She picked up on the third ring.

"Faye, let's go!", She yelled.

"Hello", Faye responded.

"Hello Lylah", she slurred.

Lylah sighed as she ended the call.

"Let's leave right now", Lylah texted.

She stood at the parking lot just waiting for Faye to show up. Knowing that girl, she knew she probably didn't see the message but going back in wasn't an option.

She decided to play "Call Of Duty mobile" to kill time, leaning on a black SUV.

"Great, God must really hate me", Lylah yelled frustrated.

There he was, in-game. She made a mental note to create a new account. She could just unfollow him in the game but that wasn't what she wanted.

She wanted a new untraceable account.

"Hey", someone waved at her.

Lylah met his gaze, then broke free from his gaze.

"Hey, I'm Jordan", he smiled.

"Do I know you?", Lylah asked with a straight face.

"No-

"Then why you talking to me?", Lylah swiped her nose up.

Jordan amazed backed up, his hands in the air.

"I'm just kidding, you wanna dance?", She smirked.

She looked him over, broad shoulders, a good height. He was the kind of guy that made Raj highly insecure.

And he did smell nice.

She was done running from this boy. She came to have fun and Raj could go to hell.