Post by Electra Stevens on Jun 4, 2012 9:01:58 GMT -5
Ahh….a rainy Monday morning. Normally this would be perfect weather to stay in with my laptop and maybe work on my novel. Something I had been neglecting for the last month. Oops. But I had other things on my mind this morning. First off I was going to order room service.
I nudged Drake. He grunted at me and I laughed. He wasn’t exactly a morning person.
“Hey…breakfast…”
“UH…” he said into his pillow
“What do you want?”
“Sleep…” he said.
I laughed and decided I’d just order double blueberry pancakes and if he didn’t like it, tough.
Once the order was in, I pulled on a pair of Drake’s PJ bottoms. Not that he wore them, and headed over to my laptop. It was time to go to work. I needed to make my statement and I needed to address my next match. Normally I’d call up London for this but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her, especially now that it seemed that she and Justin were together. She’d be asking me endless questions. Don’t get me wrong…London was a sweet girl and I didn’t mind her calling me Lexi but sometimes….
I set up the webcam on my laptop. This shouldn’t take long.
One of the things I really liked about this program was that it showed me a tiny screen with what it was recording so I would know if I looked stupid. I smiled at the camera.
“Well as you can see, I’m perfectly fine. It’s going to take a lot more than an accidental kick to bring me down and it was an accident, but I’m not here to talk about that, I’m here to talk about two things. My last match and my upcoming one.”
I take a minute to think about what I’m going to say. This had to be good. It had to show that even though I’d lost to that tramp I wasn’t defeated
“Laura…wow. Bravo.”
I mock clap.
“It’s pretty sad when the only way you can defeat me is to have your husband interfere and on top of that you had to resort to using his belt? It just continues to prove my point that you are not fit to be here. Oh and by the way…how did you like my new move…it worked pretty well on you….you’ll see it again next time we face each other. I’m ready for you…bring it on. You may have won the battle but your going to lose the war, bitch.”
My belt is on the chair behind me and I pull it off to show the camera.
“You see this…admire it from where you are because you will never have a chance to wear it. The only thing your the queen of is the other sluts of the world. What else would I call you when your dingling three guys…one of them older than the earth.” I laugh a little.
“You want Hollywood so bad then be my guest, hop on the next plane down there. No one is stopping you. I hope you get bitch slapped by Angelina Jolie.”
I put the belt back on the chair.
“Now, it seems that my next endeavour is facing Lindsay Calaway. Hmmm, don’t know much about you sweetie but it doesn’t matter. You haven’t really been around much lately have you? An injury I heard? Well I hope you’re up for a real challenge because I am one. Don’t let my loss to Laura ‘Queen of STD’s’ fool you into a false sense of security. I’m actually looking forward to this match. I could sit here and bad mouth you and call you every name under the sun but really? What would that accomplish? Just make you pissed off? Naw, I don’t need to. I have absolutely no fear of you and I have absolute confidence that I’m not losing this match to you. If anything I hope you learn a few things from me and you get better. One of a kind eh? I guess we’ll see about that on Saturday. Just a word to the wise, don’t underestimate me.”
I know it doesn’t seem like much but for right now, it’s a good starting point.
“Until next time.” I blow a kiss to the camera and shut it off. I have just enough time to upload it before there’s a knock on the door from room service.
“Pancakes are here…” I say and hear a chuckle from the bed. “Shut up.” For some reason he thinks my obsessive love of breakfast pastry is hilarious. The man brings in the tray and sets it on the table. I tip him and he’s gone.
“You eating?” I ask as I sit down at the table.
He gets up and slowly makes his way to the table. He looks at me across the table and suddenly yawns.
“Nice.” I roll my eyes at him and he smirks.
Between bites he looks at me with an odd expression.
“What?”
“Why do you love breakfast so much?”
“Because it was the one meal that my mom always made special for us.” I took a bite and smiled thinking of the many times that the three of us had laughed around a breakfast table before school.
I was glad I told Drake about my mom because now, I could talk about her with someone who could maybe get a glimpse of who she really was.
It was the start of a good day.
I nudged Drake. He grunted at me and I laughed. He wasn’t exactly a morning person.
“Hey…breakfast…”
“UH…” he said into his pillow
“What do you want?”
“Sleep…” he said.
I laughed and decided I’d just order double blueberry pancakes and if he didn’t like it, tough.
Once the order was in, I pulled on a pair of Drake’s PJ bottoms. Not that he wore them, and headed over to my laptop. It was time to go to work. I needed to make my statement and I needed to address my next match. Normally I’d call up London for this but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her, especially now that it seemed that she and Justin were together. She’d be asking me endless questions. Don’t get me wrong…London was a sweet girl and I didn’t mind her calling me Lexi but sometimes….
I set up the webcam on my laptop. This shouldn’t take long.
One of the things I really liked about this program was that it showed me a tiny screen with what it was recording so I would know if I looked stupid. I smiled at the camera.
“Well as you can see, I’m perfectly fine. It’s going to take a lot more than an accidental kick to bring me down and it was an accident, but I’m not here to talk about that, I’m here to talk about two things. My last match and my upcoming one.”
I take a minute to think about what I’m going to say. This had to be good. It had to show that even though I’d lost to that tramp I wasn’t defeated
“Laura…wow. Bravo.”
I mock clap.
“It’s pretty sad when the only way you can defeat me is to have your husband interfere and on top of that you had to resort to using his belt? It just continues to prove my point that you are not fit to be here. Oh and by the way…how did you like my new move…it worked pretty well on you….you’ll see it again next time we face each other. I’m ready for you…bring it on. You may have won the battle but your going to lose the war, bitch.”
My belt is on the chair behind me and I pull it off to show the camera.
“You see this…admire it from where you are because you will never have a chance to wear it. The only thing your the queen of is the other sluts of the world. What else would I call you when your dingling three guys…one of them older than the earth.” I laugh a little.
“You want Hollywood so bad then be my guest, hop on the next plane down there. No one is stopping you. I hope you get bitch slapped by Angelina Jolie.”
I put the belt back on the chair.
“Now, it seems that my next endeavour is facing Lindsay Calaway. Hmmm, don’t know much about you sweetie but it doesn’t matter. You haven’t really been around much lately have you? An injury I heard? Well I hope you’re up for a real challenge because I am one. Don’t let my loss to Laura ‘Queen of STD’s’ fool you into a false sense of security. I’m actually looking forward to this match. I could sit here and bad mouth you and call you every name under the sun but really? What would that accomplish? Just make you pissed off? Naw, I don’t need to. I have absolutely no fear of you and I have absolute confidence that I’m not losing this match to you. If anything I hope you learn a few things from me and you get better. One of a kind eh? I guess we’ll see about that on Saturday. Just a word to the wise, don’t underestimate me.”
I know it doesn’t seem like much but for right now, it’s a good starting point.
“Until next time.” I blow a kiss to the camera and shut it off. I have just enough time to upload it before there’s a knock on the door from room service.
“Pancakes are here…” I say and hear a chuckle from the bed. “Shut up.” For some reason he thinks my obsessive love of breakfast pastry is hilarious. The man brings in the tray and sets it on the table. I tip him and he’s gone.
“You eating?” I ask as I sit down at the table.
He gets up and slowly makes his way to the table. He looks at me across the table and suddenly yawns.
“Nice.” I roll my eyes at him and he smirks.
Between bites he looks at me with an odd expression.
“What?”
“Why do you love breakfast so much?”
“Because it was the one meal that my mom always made special for us.” I took a bite and smiled thinking of the many times that the three of us had laughed around a breakfast table before school.
I was glad I told Drake about my mom because now, I could talk about her with someone who could maybe get a glimpse of who she really was.
It was the start of a good day.
