Chapter 1: Her Eyes

"Look in the mirror again." 

"Why?"

"Just do it please."

I looked in the mirror and fixed up my hair.

"You look kinda scary."

"Huh?"

"Your eyes are black."

"They're dark brown fool."

"Black."

"You know what..."

I said below a whisper. I heard footsteps but ignored them.

"Excuse me, I need to wash my hands."

I moved out the way and leaned on the bathroom wall. He cupped his hands and filled them with water, ready to throw at me. I didn't realise.

"Oh my god. You got me wet."

He sniggered.

"You are so lucky I didn't cut yo balls off with a butter knife."

"Want me to help you with that."

"With what?"

"Taking it off."

"Oh, this?"

I pointed at my jacket.

"Yeah."

"Ok I guess."

He walked up to me and we locked eyes. He started to take my jacket off without braking contact.

"Damn your soaked."

"Mhm."

"My bad."

"Mhm."

He took the jacket and hung it on the towel rack.

"So, what we doing tonight, My Nubian Queen?"

"Mhm... Wait, Don't call me that."

"Why not? It suits you."

"First of all. I am not African Mi a Jamaican, Bajan bad gyal."

I tried to say in Patios. 

"Don't make me piss."

My jaw dropped.

"Second, I am not your Queen."

And I probably never will be yours. I thought. I paused at the thought.

"And Third, My name is Faith and it will stay that way. Oh and also, remember those plans you had for us tonight?"

"Yeah..."

"They're cancelled."

I gave a smile.

"You are evil."

"Why?"

I pouted. Oh I'm evil now *flicks hair*

"Your eyes are red."

"My eyes are brown!!!"

"Look in the mirror."

"Not this shit again. Andre."

"Just look please?"

I sighed and looked in the mirror.

"Whoa..."