Drowning

Ten;

"Zahara, seriously, get the fuck up. This is just depressing," Lauren, my best friend and roommate, groans. She began to shake my tired body.

"No," I grumble, pulling myself into a tighter ball.

"But it's Monday!" she sighs. "We have a spin class, Zar,"

"Go without me, I'm tired," I sigh.

"Nope, nope, and nope." she says. "And not just because I hate going alone." Lauren adds, still shaking my body and poking me.

"I'm not going, Laur. My heads killing," I whine.

"Yes, because you drank an entire bottle of red to yourself last night." she says. I finally open my eyes, just to look at her and pout. "Look, whatever happened over the weekend, it's a new week-"

"Easy for you to say," I groan, huffing as I hauled myself to sit up.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she scoffs.

"You've had yet another stress-free, easy-going weekend with Mr Perfect," I say.

"Oh, stop being so bitter. You could have a relationship if you worked for it," Lauren huffs.

"Shut up," I hiss.

I didn't want a relationship. I couldn't have a relationship. They were stupid and set for failure, and I'd never find myself in one. Love was fake and relationships were a waste of time. You learn this, when you're the unloveable burden of your family.

"Come on. We're spinning whether you like it or not."

"No," I say. "Just let me wallow in self-pity,"

"Oh my god, you need to tell me what went down at that family party! This isn't good, Zar." Lauren sighs, pushing me back down onto the bed and laying down beside me. Her eyes were concernedly looking into my own.

"Nothing happened," I lie. I didn't enjoy lying to Lauren, but I also couldn't tell her about Daniel. I told Harry when he was a mere stranger to me. Lauren would hassle me to tell Salma, no doubt.

"That guy you went with-"

"Oh my god, just drop it, Laur." I groan, biting my lip in frustration.

"Tell me some more about him," she smiles. Ugh.

"Brown hair. Tall. I've already told you-"

"Details, Zahara. Please? We're best friends-"

"Fine," I groan.

I hadn't exactly said much to Lauren about him yet. I didn't see the need; he was merely doing me a favour. The other times we met were by coincidence. Nothing more.

"We had sex." I say.

"You hadn't before?"

"No," I mumble. "Did I tell you that he's the World Champion Boxer? Two years running," I say nervously, looking at her expression as the news unfolded.

"Zahara! What?" she gasps, her eyes wide as she sat up a little. "You never told me that! Why did you never-"

"It's not big deal, Laur. It's not like I'll be seeing him again-"

"Woah, woah. Why?" she says. "Why do you always do this, Zar? You spent the weekend with him. At your dysfunctional family's party. That has to count for something, right? Was he a dick?"

With a sigh, I pulled myself out from the bed and stood to my feet. I was in nothing but a pair of panties, but it was only Lauren. I didn't mind.