No Good For You

XXVII

Today was Riot's birthday and all day I didn't even speak to him. If he entered the room, I left it.

I was now getting ready to have dinner and then to go out. I felt like causing problems so once I finished my hair and makeup, I went into my closet to find the worst (in a good way) dress that I could.

I walked circles around my closet and looked at everything. Holding it against my body in front of my three directional mirror. Nothing seemed good enough.
Then I remembered something.
I had this one dress that I hadn't worn and was saving for my birthday. It was white, had a split on the side, stopped at the middle of my thighs, and it was a halter showing cleavage and side boob. The back went down all the way to right above my ass.

I slipped it on and looked in the mirror.
This hugged my body better than I remembered.
I slipped on a pair of clear pointed toe stilettos and looked at how my white toenails cutely showed underneath.

My room was buzzed into.

"Leila?" Malcolm called.
I walked over to the speaker and hit the button. "Yes, Malcolm?"
"Megan is here. B would like for everyone to be downstairs."
"Okay, coming."
"See you then."

We got off the speaker and I grabbed my phone before heading downstairs.

The elevator door opened and I saw everyone dressed up in the foyer.

Heads turned and looked at me.
"Well, don't you guys look cute." I told them as I walked out.
"Inappropriate." B stated.
"It's a party." I said with a roll of my eyes. "I'm with all of you, next time I'll wear sweatpants." I told him.
"Whatever." he sighed.
I looked at Riot. He had one hand in his pocket and the other was being held by 'Megan' but his eyes were looking down my body.

I ignored him and walked to her.

"You must be Megan." I smiled and held my hand out.
"Yes, I am. You're Leila, right? You're so pretty." She shook it.
"Thank you, so are you."

She was cute I guess. Her hair was blonde but it wasn't natural and her dress was pretty. Large eyes. It was clear she'd had work done.

"I thought you would be like their sister...but..."
She realized I looked nothing like them.
"Yea, zero blood relation. I just live here."
"Oh...okay..."
I could tell that made her uncomfortable.

"Is it time to eat yet?" I asked.
I looked at Riot as I walked past him and 'his girl'.

We all headed into the dining room.

Food was set.
"We also have an apple pie for dessert along with a triple layer chocolate birthday cake." our chef stated.
"That's nice, thank you." B replied.

"Y'all's house is so nice." Megan stated.
All of us just looked at her.
Her smile faded and she looked down at her plate.

"So Megan." B started.
"Yes?"
"How did you and Riot meet?"
"Oh! I have a question!" she stated.
I watched Riot throw his head back and sigh.
"Okay?" B accepted.
"Your names. What's that about?" she asked.
"We didn't like our names so we changed 'em." B lied.
She giggled. "Okay...but like...why are those the names you chose?"

B looked at Riot.
Riot just shrugged in annoyance.

"You talk too loud." Psycho told Megan then took a bite.
"Oh, I'm sorry." she said and piped down.
"Yea." he replied.

"Megan, baby, stay on task. How did you and Riot meet?" I repeated for B.
"Oh! It was at a club like two or three weeks ago. He's like really hot and I was super fucking high so I wasn't scared, which made me walk up to him and we talked like all night."
"How romantic." I claimed sarcastically and sipped my drink.
"How long have you two been together?" B wondered.
"Umm-..." Megan began.
"Long enough." Riot interrupted.
"Mm. Megan, what's Riot's favorite color?"
"...Green?"
"Red." I answered and took another bite. "But you were close though. They're both in Christmas, right?"
"Yea..." she agreed.

I didn't know why I was being so cold to her. She hadn't done anything wrong. I was really mad at Riot. I'd try my best to leave her alone.

"Riot, when's Megan's birthday?" I asked him then sipped my drink.
"June 8th." he answered as he stared at his plate and ate.
We all looked at her.
"That's right." she stated.
"Mm." we all responded simultaneously.

"You done now?" Riot asked and looked up from his plate at B.
"Mhm." he answered. "Megan, I expect to see you more often." B stated.
Riot rolled his eyes.
"I'll try my best." Megan replied.

"Megan, I have another question." I brought up.
"Oh my fucking god..." Riot groaned.
"Yes?"
"You're a pretty girl, you seem nice. You do know that you can do better, right?" I asked and swirled the liquor in my glass.
Riot's jaw clenched as he glared at me.
"Oh...um..."
"Like what's keeping you? Is he paying you? Drugs? Money? Like-..." I finished my drink. "What is it?"
"Well...he's nice."
"Wrong."
"He's hot..."
I rolled my eyes.
"He's respectful."

All of us stared at her like she'd just said the dumbest lie she could think of.

"And he has a really big d-...dream. He dreams big."
"That motherfucker hasn't dreamt since we were 11." Psycho argued.

"I give this shit a week." I stated.
"Mhm." Psycho and B agreed.

"Malcolm!" I called.
He came into the dining room. "Yes?"
"Please tell Rachel we're ready for the cake. And a slice of pie for Riot."
"Not a problem." He walked off.

"Oh, you like pie?" Megan asked him.
We all looked at her again.