Chapter 1- I Got Played

Jade Smith's Point of View:

"I'm so fancy, and you already know...I'm in the fast lane from LA to Tokyo"

Sighing I reached over and slapped a hand on my alarm clock. I love that song but I swear I hate to wake up to it. It's so annoying...when I hear the song I just have to sing or hum it and because of that I always ended up waking up early. It's just as well since I have to go to work anyways. Pulling the covers off I slid out of bed and stood up. Glancing over to the bed I let out a groan when I realized that I would have to make it. Moving quickly I fixed up my entire room and then picked out my outfit to wear to work today.

I moved to the states a little over two years ago. I had stayed with family at first but later decided that I needed to be independent and not depend on anyone. My family understood and helped me with moving and becoming my own woman. I still speak to them regularly as I don't want to seem ungrateful to them since they were the reason I was here after all.

Humming to myself I went to my adjoining bathroom and opened the shower door. Pulling off my clothes I stepped inside and turned on the water at the same time adjusting the water temperature.

Still humming the song I stopped suddenly when I realized that the apartment was more quiet than usual. I wonder what Christina is doing. Christina is my best friend, we've been best of friends for 7 years. We met when we were both 15 years old. At that time some persons thought that we wouldn't last as friends because she was from a higher society of life when my family and I were just regular persons in the society living a middle-class life.

We met through I*******m as I had liked one of her pictures and she had commented under one of mine. Christy being as bold as she was insisted that we become friends and we've been best friends ever since. When I told her I would be moving to the states she was ecstatic and made sure that I wouldn't change my mind even though I knew I wouldn't.

Moving from Jamaica to the US was a big step but with Christy's support, it was fairly easy. She even got to know my family here and was there to pick me up from the airport with them. I still missed my family back home and I couldn't wait to be able to visit them.

Snapping out of my daze I quickly finished my shower and stepped out wrapping a towel around my body. I stepped back into my room drying myself and putting on my clothes. Sitting down in front of my vanity table I slowly brushed my hair into a ponytail. I didn't bother with applying any makeup since I was only going to work.

I searched inside my closet for my black converse and as soon as I found them I put them on and stood up. With one last glance in the mirror, I grabbed my purse, which had all my necessary items like my phone and some cash. After I was sure that I had everything I opened my door and stepped down the hall.

Although I love clothes and shoes and...well just about everything that includes fashion. There is nothing that can get in between me and my food. Let me tell you, people.

Food is life...let me not even get started on chocolate. I believe that chocolate is a gift sent to women by God. There's absolutely nothing like it in this world and I am addicted to it.

With these food-filled thoughts rushing in my brain I made my way to the kitchen where I found a very silent Christina. Christina being quiet is like asking for rain in the Sahara desert it rarely happens and you never know when to expect it. She's always so lively and full of life so seeing her like this is very depressing.

"What's wrong Christy?" I asked using the nickname I made for her.

"I broke up with Jerome," she paused tears escaping her eyes "right after I caught him cheating on me"

"Oh Christy," I gasped shocked at this revelation.

I quickly pulled out one of the stools from around the counter and took a seat close to her pulling her in for a tight hug. Christy was rarely ever this down and from what I knew things weren't that serious with Jerome but if she needed me to comfort her I would gladly do so.

"You'll get through this Christy," I spoke softly to her.

"It's just as well, we weren't really a thing you know," she sniffled.

I searched my brain for a way to cheer her up and take her mind off of it.

What would she want to do?

Bingo!

It's like a light bulb just went over my head. There's this new club opening tomorrow and Christy was begging me all week to go but I didn't want to. Guess I'll be going tonight I thought to myself. I really don't want to mostly because clubs aren't my scene and I felt like I always end up drunk. I love to dance but after spending all night dancing in heels once I wasn't eager to do it again. It sucks that I'm such a good friend.

"Would it make you feel any better...if I go to that new club with you?" I asked hesitantly hoping she would say no but as usual, I don't get my way.

I was surprised when she squealed out her reply, "yes"

"You seem a whole lot better now," I pouted. For some reason, I felt as if this was all just a ruse.

She smiled cheekily at me and ran out of the room. I think I just got played.

Screw my life.