Chapter 29- In the mind of Christian
I jogged over to the stairs and zoomed up.
The guy looked at me.
His expression told me that he wasn’t too scared to see me.
“Who are you?”
“I'm R..”
“No, what I really want to know is why you’re at my girls yard?” I interrupted.
“I came to tell her something.”
“Don’t look like that to me, looks like you came to do something to her.” I said looking down at the roses in his hand.
He chuckled and adjusted his collar.
“Well it could have got to that, who knows.”
Is this guy serious? Does he not know that I will bag him right here and now.
“What’s your name?” I want to know so that after I kill him I can find out from Nimah why I didn’t know anything about this idiot.
“Rashaad Lewis. Christian right?”
I hope Nimah hasn’t been talking about me to him.
“Listen yeah, just stay away from Nimah.” I tried not to look him in the eye because I'm afraid I wont be able to resist seeing him hit the floor in slow motion after I knock him out.
This is the second time today I’ve had to deal with little boys who are trying to play smart and this time my hands are itching me to regulate his jaw.
“I'm going to let Nimah make that choice yeah.”
This must be some sort of game.
Where are the cameras?
I remembered Nimah’s words to me earlier.
I don’t want her to have anything to hold against me.
I turned and almost ran down the stairs into the car.
I wont be able to control my anger if I stay.
I pushed the key into the ignition and sped off down the road.
I rode around the city for a while just to clear my head.
Maybe I should go and see my mum.
I’m already close so I’ll just stop by.
I turned up the street, the street where I met the girl of my dreams, the figment of any man’s imagination.
My mind was transported back to the day God put all my wants into one and sent me Nimah in all her glory.
I drove past the car-park where I actually cared for the first time that a female was sitting in her car basically drooling over me. No-one has ever made me feel like more of a man than Nimah.
A million chicks throwing themselves on me, pails in comparison to the woman she is.
I mashed the brakes and put it in park as I arrived outside of my mum’s shop.
Before I could take the key out of the ignition I spotted my mum running out from behind the counter.
I opened the door and got out.
“Hi mum.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek.
“Son, I haven’t seen you for a long time.” She stepped back looking at me and brushing the hair out of her face.
My mum is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. No-one can take her place. She went through so much for my sister and I.
My mum is fully Italian and my dad is fully black, I got my dad’s color but my sister got my mum’s color.
I know it must be hard for her seeing my dad every time she looks at me. But she has never alienated me. Growing up my sister and I always fought, but unlike most people it continued on into our adult life, and now we just don’t talk.
“I'm sorry mum, I’ve just had a lot going on.” I put my arm around her and we walked back into the shop. “Mum I have a problem.”
She nodded waiting for me to spill.
“Remember the girl I told you I was getting the dresses for?”
“Yes.” She said whilst sitting on the chair by the fitting rooms.
“Well, we have been having a lot of problems and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better. You know me I don’t go through trouble for females. But I'm still with her because I love her and every thing that has happened is not her fault alone.”
My mum got up and walked closer to me.
“You love her?”
“Yes.”
“Never thought the day would come when you would say you love someone else but me.” She chuckled. “Well like I always tell you, you cant fall in love overnight, but the fact that you say it shows that you’re willing to let love have its way.”
“Mum, I care about her more than I’ve even dreamt I could care about any other girl. Just that I don’t know if feels that way about me.”
“I’ll tell you one thing, don’t hold on to something if you know in your heart theres nothing there. Now I'm not saying that’s what is happening with the two of you. I've never met her but I can see a good change in you. Do what you can to make it work. I have no regrets because I did.”
One thing with my mum, I become vulnerable, I don’t have my cocky persona with my mum, she humbles me. So does Nimah.
“Thanks mum, I'm going to head home.”I hugged her tight.
“Thanks for coming son.” She smiled.
I turned away and headed for the car.
I have a decision to make. This decision isn’t just about me.
Nimah said she doesn’t want me to be her ‘hero’.
I cant keeping fighting away her ‘friends’, I need to know what she wants. I want to be selfish, I want to hold on to her.
I wanted to be in control when I gave my heart to her, but I wasn’t. In the way she looks at me, she deprives me of any fear for commitment. That’s all I want to do, commit to Nimah.
I started up the car and hit the accelerator with all power as I felt a tear coming into my eye.
I brushed it away and used the eyes on my hand to look for my phone, trying not to take my eyes off the road.
After my find I put it near the steering wheel and dialed Nimah’s number.
“Hi Chris, you ok?”
I paused as the tear drop found its place again, this time running down my cheek.
“Chris, you ok?”
This is what’s best for her, that’s why I'm doing this.
“Nimah…I think I should leave you alone for a while.”
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
29
Chapter 29- In the mind of Christian
I jogged over to the stairs and zoomed up.
The guy looked at me.
His expression told me that he wasn’t too scared to see me.
“Who are you?”
“I'm R..”
“No, what I really want to know is why you’re at my girls yard?” I interrupted.
“I came to tell her something.”
“Don’t look like that to me, looks like you came to do something to her.” I said looking down at the roses in his hand.
He chuckled and adjusted his collar.
“Well it could have got to that, who knows.”
Is this guy serious? Does he not know that I will bag him right here and now.
“What’s your name?” I want to know so that after I kill him I can find out from Nimah why I didn’t know anything about this idiot.
“Rashaad Lewis. Christian right?”
I hope Nimah hasn’t been talking about me to him.
“Listen yeah, just stay away from Nimah.” I tried not to look him in the eye because I'm afraid I wont be able to resist seeing him hit the floor in slow motion after I knock him out.
This is the second time today I’ve had to deal with little boys who are trying to play smart and this time my hands are itching me to regulate his jaw.
“I'm going to let Nimah make that choice yeah.”
This must be some sort of game.
Where are the cameras?
I remembered Nimah’s words to me earlier.
I don’t want her to have anything to hold against me.
I turned and almost ran down the stairs into the car.
I wont be able to control my anger if I stay.
I pushed the key into the ignition and sped off down the road.
I rode around the city for a while just to clear my head.
Maybe I should go and see my mum.
I’m already close so I’ll just stop by.
I turned up the street, the street where I met the girl of my dreams, the figment of any man’s imagination.
My mind was transported back to the day God put all my wants into one and sent me Nimah in all her glory.
I drove past the car-park where I actually cared for the first time that a female was sitting in her car basically drooling over me. No-one has ever made me feel like more of a man than Nimah.
A million chicks throwing themselves on me, pails in comparison to the woman she is.
I mashed the brakes and put it in park as I arrived outside of my mum’s shop.
Before I could take the key out of the ignition I spotted my mum running out from behind the counter.
I opened the door and got out.
“Hi mum.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek.
“Son, I haven’t seen you for a long time.” She stepped back looking at me and brushing the hair out of her face.
My mum is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. No-one can take her place. She went through so much for my sister and I.
My mum is fully Italian and my dad is fully black, I got my dad’s color but my sister got my mum’s color.
I know it must be hard for her seeing my dad every time she looks at me. But she has never alienated me. Growing up my sister and I always fought, but unlike most people it continued on into our adult life, and now we just don’t talk.
“I'm sorry mum, I’ve just had a lot going on.” I put my arm around her and we walked back into the shop. “Mum I have a problem.”
She nodded waiting for me to spill.
“Remember the girl I told you I was getting the dresses for?”
“Yes.” She said whilst sitting on the chair by the fitting rooms.
“Well, we have been having a lot of problems and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better. You know me I don’t go through trouble for females. But I'm still with her because I love her and every thing that has happened is not her fault alone.”
My mum got up and walked closer to me.
“You love her?”
“Yes.”
“Never thought the day would come when you would say you love someone else but me.” She chuckled. “Well like I always tell you, you cant fall in love overnight, but the fact that you say it shows that you’re willing to let love have its way.”
“Mum, I care about her more than I’ve even dreamt I could care about any other girl. Just that I don’t know if feels that way about me.”
“I’ll tell you one thing, don’t hold on to something if you know in your heart theres nothing there. Now I'm not saying that’s what is happening with the two of you. I've never met her but I can see a good change in you. Do what you can to make it work. I have no regrets because I did.”
One thing with my mum, I become vulnerable, I don’t have my cocky persona with my mum, she humbles me. So does Nimah.
“Thanks mum, I'm going to head home.”I hugged her tight.
“Thanks for coming son.” She smiled.
I turned away and headed for the car.
I have a decision to make. This decision isn’t just about me.
Nimah said she doesn’t want me to be her ‘hero’.
I cant keeping fighting away her ‘friends’, I need to know what she wants. I want to be selfish, I want to hold on to her.
I wanted to be in control when I gave my heart to her, but I wasn’t. In the way she looks at me, she deprives me of any fear for commitment. That’s all I want to do, commit to Nimah.
I started up the car and hit the accelerator with all power as I felt a tear coming into my eye.
I brushed it away and used the eyes on my hand to look for my phone, trying not to take my eyes off the road.
After my find I put it near the steering wheel and dialed Nimah’s number.
“Hi Chris, you ok?”
I paused as the tear drop found its place again, this time running down my cheek.
“Chris, you ok?”
This is what’s best for her, that’s why I'm doing this.
“Nimah…I think I should leave you alone for a while.”
I jogged over to the stairs and zoomed up.
The guy looked at me.
His expression told me that he wasn’t too scared to see me.
“Who are you?”
“I'm R..”
“No, what I really want to know is why you’re at my girls yard?” I interrupted.
“I came to tell her something.”
“Don’t look like that to me, looks like you came to do something to her.” I said looking down at the roses in his hand.
He chuckled and adjusted his collar.
“Well it could have got to that, who knows.”
Is this guy serious? Does he not know that I will bag him right here and now.
“What’s your name?” I want to know so that after I kill him I can find out from Nimah why I didn’t know anything about this idiot.
“Rashaad Lewis. Christian right?”
I hope Nimah hasn’t been talking about me to him.
“Listen yeah, just stay away from Nimah.” I tried not to look him in the eye because I'm afraid I wont be able to resist seeing him hit the floor in slow motion after I knock him out.
This is the second time today I’ve had to deal with little boys who are trying to play smart and this time my hands are itching me to regulate his jaw.
“I'm going to let Nimah make that choice yeah.”
This must be some sort of game.
Where are the cameras?
I remembered Nimah’s words to me earlier.
I don’t want her to have anything to hold against me.
I turned and almost ran down the stairs into the car.
I wont be able to control my anger if I stay.
I pushed the key into the ignition and sped off down the road.
I rode around the city for a while just to clear my head.
Maybe I should go and see my mum.
I’m already close so I’ll just stop by.
I turned up the street, the street where I met the girl of my dreams, the figment of any man’s imagination.
My mind was transported back to the day God put all my wants into one and sent me Nimah in all her glory.
I drove past the car-park where I actually cared for the first time that a female was sitting in her car basically drooling over me. No-one has ever made me feel like more of a man than Nimah.
A million chicks throwing themselves on me, pails in comparison to the woman she is.
I mashed the brakes and put it in park as I arrived outside of my mum’s shop.
Before I could take the key out of the ignition I spotted my mum running out from behind the counter.
I opened the door and got out.
“Hi mum.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek.
“Son, I haven’t seen you for a long time.” She stepped back looking at me and brushing the hair out of her face.
My mum is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. No-one can take her place. She went through so much for my sister and I.
My mum is fully Italian and my dad is fully black, I got my dad’s color but my sister got my mum’s color.
I know it must be hard for her seeing my dad every time she looks at me. But she has never alienated me. Growing up my sister and I always fought, but unlike most people it continued on into our adult life, and now we just don’t talk.
“I'm sorry mum, I’ve just had a lot going on.” I put my arm around her and we walked back into the shop. “Mum I have a problem.”
She nodded waiting for me to spill.
“Remember the girl I told you I was getting the dresses for?”
“Yes.” She said whilst sitting on the chair by the fitting rooms.
“Well, we have been having a lot of problems and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better. You know me I don’t go through trouble for females. But I'm still with her because I love her and every thing that has happened is not her fault alone.”
My mum got up and walked closer to me.
“You love her?”
“Yes.”
“Never thought the day would come when you would say you love someone else but me.” She chuckled. “Well like I always tell you, you cant fall in love overnight, but the fact that you say it shows that you’re willing to let love have its way.”
“Mum, I care about her more than I’ve even dreamt I could care about any other girl. Just that I don’t know if feels that way about me.”
“I’ll tell you one thing, don’t hold on to something if you know in your heart theres nothing there. Now I'm not saying that’s what is happening with the two of you. I've never met her but I can see a good change in you. Do what you can to make it work. I have no regrets because I did.”
One thing with my mum, I become vulnerable, I don’t have my cocky persona with my mum, she humbles me. So does Nimah.
“Thanks mum, I'm going to head home.”I hugged her tight.
“Thanks for coming son.” She smiled.
I turned away and headed for the car.
I have a decision to make. This decision isn’t just about me.
Nimah said she doesn’t want me to be her ‘hero’.
I cant keeping fighting away her ‘friends’, I need to know what she wants. I want to be selfish, I want to hold on to her.
I wanted to be in control when I gave my heart to her, but I wasn’t. In the way she looks at me, she deprives me of any fear for commitment. That’s all I want to do, commit to Nimah.
I started up the car and hit the accelerator with all power as I felt a tear coming into my eye.
I brushed it away and used the eyes on my hand to look for my phone, trying not to take my eyes off the road.
After my find I put it near the steering wheel and dialed Nimah’s number.
“Hi Chris, you ok?”
I paused as the tear drop found its place again, this time running down my cheek.
“Chris, you ok?”
This is what’s best for her, that’s why I'm doing this.
“Nimah…I think I should leave you alone for a while.”
28
Chapter 28- In the mind of Christian.
I don’t know what’s going on with Nimah and I lately but I think I’ve given her enough time.
I know she thinks there’s something going on with me, but I really cant handle these things. She’s treating me differently, and I don’t know what else to do but back away until she sees that I'm all for her.
I know being a man isn’t a good enough excuse but that’s all I got.
Today I'm going to go against my nature, I'm going to try to make things better. No-one else can and she has good reason why she thinks some of the things she does.
I strolled out of the main building, waving at some random girls that were calling me from across the lawn.
I don’t have a key to Nimah’s place, but I'm going to try to get in. Somehow.
I want to surprise her.
I put my hand into my pocket to take out my car keys as I turned the corner.
I heard some people talking rather loudly.
People? Behind here? In all my days I’ve never met anyone in this car park.
I picked up my pace in curiosity.
“Nathan , can you leave please? I'm trying to talk this girl.” I'm sure that’s Miranda’s voice.
Nathan?
What girl?
This corner seems to be continuously winding. I cant seem to get around it!
Finally, I turned the corner.
Nimah?
She noticed I was there and before I could get an idea of what was going on, she quickly walked over to me.
I put my arm around her shoulder, holding her tight.
“What's this?” I kissed her hair not taking my eyes off Nathan.
Nimah doesn’t know the story behind why I beat him up the other night, honestly I don’t want her to be stressing, or feeling strange around anyone.
“I think she can handle herself you know.” Nathan squared up.
What the hell? Is there some sort of script? How many more people will tell me that?
“Bitch, I didn’t ask you what you think.” I spat.
I don’t know why he’s getting brave, he got me once, but he was with his friends like the bitch he is.
When he’s on his ones though, it’s very different.
Miranda rolled her eyes.
I felt Nimah grip me tighter. I think she's trying to tell me not to get angry.
Too late.
This guy is trying to lay claims on my girl, this is the second time I’ve caught him around her.
I'm not a fool.
“Listen Nathan, stay away.”
“Chris, what you talking about?” Miranda questioned.
“Why are you even here?” I shot back at her.
She looked at me like I just threw a spear through her chest. Where did she get the impression that she has a chance? She surely didn’t get it from me.
“Miranda go! Nimah, wait in the car please.”
I pressed the button to open the car.
I went to go open her door.
“Christian, no fighting please.” Nimah kissed me on the cheek and went to the car.
I headed back over to the idiot.
“Why are you behind my woman Nathan?” The anger is seeping through my eyes.
“She was here with Miranda when I came.”
“It doesn’t matter, just leave her alone.” I sped past him; if I stay here any longer the temptation to finish what I started the night of my party will overcome me.
“When you leave mine.”
“What?” I turned around to him.
“Leave my chick alone, then I’ll leave yours.”
“No, you don’t have a choice.” I instructed.
My gaze lingered on him a few more tension filled moments before I resumed my walk to the car.
I felt a force grab my arm.
I doubt its Nathan, I hope its not Nathan for his sake.
I don’t think he’s that big.
I turned slowly, and like I had suspected Nathan’s grubby fat hand was on my arm.
“Do you want to move that?” I warned. “None of your bredrins are here, so don’t get brave.”
He sensed the willingness in my eyes and moved his hand.
I feel sorry for this guy, but he’s fighting with the wrong person. He’s angry with me because his woman doesn’t want him. How is that my issue? He should be mad at her.
I opened my car door and got in.
“Christian, I think you need to tell me what is going on.” She looks so concerned. Should I just tell her?
An overwhelming urge surged over me.
I grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her across the gear section on to my lap in one quick motion.
“Are you crack?”
She quickly wiped the scared and confused look off of her face.
I kissed her neck. I slipped my hand into the pocket on her jacket for her house key.
“Y-you cant get out of this.” She muttered. “You still got to answer me.” She lifted my head off her chest.
“I'm serious Christian.”
I sighed and looked straight into her eyes.
This girl makes me weak.
“Ok baby listen to this yeah, Nathan had me set up because Miranda is…”
“Hang on, set up? What you mean?”
“He had his bredrins beat me up.”
“Christian, what? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want you to worry or anything.”
“But you still should have told me. Christian you got to promise you’ll tell me what's going on with you.”
She’s not asking for too much. I don’t want things to continue the way they’ve been going these weeks.
And I just want to kiss her, really.
“Ok babe, I promise.”
A smile lit up her face.
“Thanks babe.”
Her hands smoothed against my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her closer.
After our little smooching session slid back over into her seat and opened the door.
“Bye Chris, I got a couple more classes.”
“Ok well, call me when you’re through and I’ll come over.”
“Alright.”
She got out and I watched her walk around the building.
I smiled thinking how surprised she’s going to be later when she gets home.
I put the key in the ignition and drove off.
Ok, my plan will work because she drove to school. That way I wont have to pick her up and spoil it.
I headed down the motorway and turned off on the slip road to Nimah’s.
I'm glad we got this all worked out, even though I didn’t get to finish telling her the story. She must have been crazy vex with me. I'm just glad she didn’t flip out and start acting crazy, because I don’t know what I would have done.
I reached to her street and turned in.
I chuckled to myself as I pulled up alongside the pavement and turned off the car.
I stepped out and checked her key was still in my pocket.
I glanced up and saw movement on the stairs to her apartment.
I looked again, there was some dude walking up to her door.
Looks familiar to me.
Why is there some geezer standing by her door with some roses in his hand?
I don’t know what’s going on with Nimah and I lately but I think I’ve given her enough time.
I know she thinks there’s something going on with me, but I really cant handle these things. She’s treating me differently, and I don’t know what else to do but back away until she sees that I'm all for her.
I know being a man isn’t a good enough excuse but that’s all I got.
Today I'm going to go against my nature, I'm going to try to make things better. No-one else can and she has good reason why she thinks some of the things she does.
I strolled out of the main building, waving at some random girls that were calling me from across the lawn.
I don’t have a key to Nimah’s place, but I'm going to try to get in. Somehow.
I want to surprise her.
I put my hand into my pocket to take out my car keys as I turned the corner.
I heard some people talking rather loudly.
People? Behind here? In all my days I’ve never met anyone in this car park.
I picked up my pace in curiosity.
“Nathan , can you leave please? I'm trying to talk this girl.” I'm sure that’s Miranda’s voice.
Nathan?
What girl?
This corner seems to be continuously winding. I cant seem to get around it!
Finally, I turned the corner.
Nimah?
She noticed I was there and before I could get an idea of what was going on, she quickly walked over to me.
I put my arm around her shoulder, holding her tight.
“What's this?” I kissed her hair not taking my eyes off Nathan.
Nimah doesn’t know the story behind why I beat him up the other night, honestly I don’t want her to be stressing, or feeling strange around anyone.
“I think she can handle herself you know.” Nathan squared up.
What the hell? Is there some sort of script? How many more people will tell me that?
“Bitch, I didn’t ask you what you think.” I spat.
I don’t know why he’s getting brave, he got me once, but he was with his friends like the bitch he is.
When he’s on his ones though, it’s very different.
Miranda rolled her eyes.
I felt Nimah grip me tighter. I think she's trying to tell me not to get angry.
Too late.
This guy is trying to lay claims on my girl, this is the second time I’ve caught him around her.
I'm not a fool.
“Listen Nathan, stay away.”
“Chris, what you talking about?” Miranda questioned.
“Why are you even here?” I shot back at her.
She looked at me like I just threw a spear through her chest. Where did she get the impression that she has a chance? She surely didn’t get it from me.
“Miranda go! Nimah, wait in the car please.”
I pressed the button to open the car.
I went to go open her door.
“Christian, no fighting please.” Nimah kissed me on the cheek and went to the car.
I headed back over to the idiot.
“Why are you behind my woman Nathan?” The anger is seeping through my eyes.
“She was here with Miranda when I came.”
“It doesn’t matter, just leave her alone.” I sped past him; if I stay here any longer the temptation to finish what I started the night of my party will overcome me.
“When you leave mine.”
“What?” I turned around to him.
“Leave my chick alone, then I’ll leave yours.”
“No, you don’t have a choice.” I instructed.
My gaze lingered on him a few more tension filled moments before I resumed my walk to the car.
I felt a force grab my arm.
I doubt its Nathan, I hope its not Nathan for his sake.
I don’t think he’s that big.
I turned slowly, and like I had suspected Nathan’s grubby fat hand was on my arm.
“Do you want to move that?” I warned. “None of your bredrins are here, so don’t get brave.”
He sensed the willingness in my eyes and moved his hand.
I feel sorry for this guy, but he’s fighting with the wrong person. He’s angry with me because his woman doesn’t want him. How is that my issue? He should be mad at her.
I opened my car door and got in.
“Christian, I think you need to tell me what is going on.” She looks so concerned. Should I just tell her?
An overwhelming urge surged over me.
I grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her across the gear section on to my lap in one quick motion.
“Are you crack?”
She quickly wiped the scared and confused look off of her face.
I kissed her neck. I slipped my hand into the pocket on her jacket for her house key.
“Y-you cant get out of this.” She muttered. “You still got to answer me.” She lifted my head off her chest.
“I'm serious Christian.”
I sighed and looked straight into her eyes.
This girl makes me weak.
“Ok baby listen to this yeah, Nathan had me set up because Miranda is…”
“Hang on, set up? What you mean?”
“He had his bredrins beat me up.”
“Christian, what? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want you to worry or anything.”
“But you still should have told me. Christian you got to promise you’ll tell me what's going on with you.”
She’s not asking for too much. I don’t want things to continue the way they’ve been going these weeks.
And I just want to kiss her, really.
“Ok babe, I promise.”
A smile lit up her face.
“Thanks babe.”
Her hands smoothed against my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her closer.
After our little smooching session slid back over into her seat and opened the door.
“Bye Chris, I got a couple more classes.”
“Ok well, call me when you’re through and I’ll come over.”
“Alright.”
She got out and I watched her walk around the building.
I smiled thinking how surprised she’s going to be later when she gets home.
I put the key in the ignition and drove off.
Ok, my plan will work because she drove to school. That way I wont have to pick her up and spoil it.
I headed down the motorway and turned off on the slip road to Nimah’s.
I'm glad we got this all worked out, even though I didn’t get to finish telling her the story. She must have been crazy vex with me. I'm just glad she didn’t flip out and start acting crazy, because I don’t know what I would have done.
I reached to her street and turned in.
I chuckled to myself as I pulled up alongside the pavement and turned off the car.
I stepped out and checked her key was still in my pocket.
I glanced up and saw movement on the stairs to her apartment.
I looked again, there was some dude walking up to her door.
Looks familiar to me.
Why is there some geezer standing by her door with some roses in his hand?
27
Actual Chapter 27 (lol)
“Christian?”
“You ok babes?”
“I thought you were coming over last night.”… “Hold on a minute.” I whispered to Rashaad putting my hand over the phone mic.
He rolled his eyes and turned away.
“Sorry, I had to sort out something. How about I come over tonight?”
Something to sort out? I'm not even going to ask. I just want everything to be nice. I don’t want to fight.
I know I'm turning into one of those girls who would take anything from their man, but now I'm starting to see why they are that way.
Atleast if I don’t create an argument there will be the possibility that we can sort things out. But if I act crazy, he’ll just leave and then there wont be any possibility of us working things out.
I just hope we can work things out soon.
“Ok, well if you cant make it tonight can you let me know please?”
“I’ll be there.” With that he clicked off.
Why is he acting like this? I haven’t heard from Miranda lately, I wonder if that’s why she’s being quiet, because she is getting what she wants.
I'm not jumping to any crazy conclusions but I don’t care what happens there’s some things Nimah wont take.
“So you coming to my friends thing then?”
“Errm, yeah we’ll come… Don’t try anything you know.”
“Try what?”
“Don’t play dumb… Just know that I wont have to call Christian, I’ll merk you myself.”
Did I just say merk? I was crying, laughing in my head.
“Did you just say merk?”
Both of us burst out laughing.
“Don’t forget though.”
“Why females always think guys want to get them in bed?”
“Cause you do.”
“We do think about other things you know.”
“Like?”
“Like school, football, women…Crumbs.”
“See what I'm saying.”
He chuckled.
“Well anyways babes...” I shot him the hardest look. “…Nimah, I’ll phone you later yeah? I wont tell you how I got your number, so don’t bother to ask.” He smiled.
Kiss my teeth.
I stood up and brushed the back of my clothes.
Class will finish shortly so I’ll call Bianca and Josie soon.
I wonder if Christian’s here today. I don’t want to be a detective but I think I will have to assume that role until things get cleared up.I don’t care people who say you shouldn’t check up on your man have checked up on theirs at some point. I'm not crazy controlling, but the truth is sometimes you have to find out for yourself what your partner wont tell you.
If they’re doing something they know is wrong, will they tell you? NO.
So am I just supposed to sit around like a fool waiting for them to own up. NO again.
Like I said I'm not crazy controlling, but a girls got to do what a girls got to do.
Men would be lying if they said they never did a little check of their own.
I took short strides across the grassy front. No-one was around really, the lawn was spotted with a few people. I wonder if this college has a lot of girls like Mouline Rouge, I haven’t been here all that long but I haven’t really come across much drama.
I guess I'm fortunate.
How long will my good fortune last, is the question. My boyfriend’s name is Christian. From the first day I came people already didn’t like me. I'm fooling myself if I think I'm going to get it easy.
I turned the corner around the large building and traipsed into the lifeless car-park.
There’s no-one around. I suppose that’s a good thing, because that means Christian wont be here to catch me spying on him, and no-one else is here to go and tell Christian I'm spying on him.
His car was there parked in its usual place.
I turned around and followed the way I came.
What is going on here?
I went in my pocket to take out my phone.
Am I being taken for a fool now? I wont be having this.
“Looking for Christian?”
I jumped and slowly turned around.
This tall shapely frame stood before me, does she have to wear heals everyday?
“What do you want?” I said still dipping down into my pocket for my phone.
“You should answer me that.”
“He’s my man, I can look for him if that’s what I want to do!” I snapped back.
“Why do you keep saying that? Like you’re trying to convince yourself of it.”
“Miranda what the hell do you want? Why are you behind me all the time?”
“I want for you to just quit the games and leave Christian alone. Leave Christian for females who are worthy.”
Just then a familiar face walked up behind her. Where do I know this face from. I hope he says his name so that I wont look stupid.
“Nimah, right?” he questioned.
“How do you know her?” Miranda shrieked.
“Long story.”
“How do you know Miranda?” I asked.
“She’s my g…”
“Friend.” Miranda interrupted.
“Christian?”
“You ok babes?”
“I thought you were coming over last night.”… “Hold on a minute.” I whispered to Rashaad putting my hand over the phone mic.
He rolled his eyes and turned away.
“Sorry, I had to sort out something. How about I come over tonight?”
Something to sort out? I'm not even going to ask. I just want everything to be nice. I don’t want to fight.
I know I'm turning into one of those girls who would take anything from their man, but now I'm starting to see why they are that way.
Atleast if I don’t create an argument there will be the possibility that we can sort things out. But if I act crazy, he’ll just leave and then there wont be any possibility of us working things out.
I just hope we can work things out soon.
“Ok, well if you cant make it tonight can you let me know please?”
“I’ll be there.” With that he clicked off.
Why is he acting like this? I haven’t heard from Miranda lately, I wonder if that’s why she’s being quiet, because she is getting what she wants.
I'm not jumping to any crazy conclusions but I don’t care what happens there’s some things Nimah wont take.
“So you coming to my friends thing then?”
“Errm, yeah we’ll come… Don’t try anything you know.”
“Try what?”
“Don’t play dumb… Just know that I wont have to call Christian, I’ll merk you myself.”
Did I just say merk? I was crying, laughing in my head.
“Did you just say merk?”
Both of us burst out laughing.
“Don’t forget though.”
“Why females always think guys want to get them in bed?”
“Cause you do.”
“We do think about other things you know.”
“Like?”
“Like school, football, women…Crumbs.”
“See what I'm saying.”
He chuckled.
“Well anyways babes...” I shot him the hardest look. “…Nimah, I’ll phone you later yeah? I wont tell you how I got your number, so don’t bother to ask.” He smiled.
Kiss my teeth.
I stood up and brushed the back of my clothes.
Class will finish shortly so I’ll call Bianca and Josie soon.
I wonder if Christian’s here today. I don’t want to be a detective but I think I will have to assume that role until things get cleared up.I don’t care people who say you shouldn’t check up on your man have checked up on theirs at some point. I'm not crazy controlling, but the truth is sometimes you have to find out for yourself what your partner wont tell you.
If they’re doing something they know is wrong, will they tell you? NO.
So am I just supposed to sit around like a fool waiting for them to own up. NO again.
Like I said I'm not crazy controlling, but a girls got to do what a girls got to do.
Men would be lying if they said they never did a little check of their own.
I took short strides across the grassy front. No-one was around really, the lawn was spotted with a few people. I wonder if this college has a lot of girls like Mouline Rouge, I haven’t been here all that long but I haven’t really come across much drama.
I guess I'm fortunate.
How long will my good fortune last, is the question. My boyfriend’s name is Christian. From the first day I came people already didn’t like me. I'm fooling myself if I think I'm going to get it easy.
I turned the corner around the large building and traipsed into the lifeless car-park.
There’s no-one around. I suppose that’s a good thing, because that means Christian wont be here to catch me spying on him, and no-one else is here to go and tell Christian I'm spying on him.
His car was there parked in its usual place.
I turned around and followed the way I came.
What is going on here?
I went in my pocket to take out my phone.
Am I being taken for a fool now? I wont be having this.
“Looking for Christian?”
I jumped and slowly turned around.
This tall shapely frame stood before me, does she have to wear heals everyday?
“What do you want?” I said still dipping down into my pocket for my phone.
“You should answer me that.”
“He’s my man, I can look for him if that’s what I want to do!” I snapped back.
“Why do you keep saying that? Like you’re trying to convince yourself of it.”
“Miranda what the hell do you want? Why are you behind me all the time?”
“I want for you to just quit the games and leave Christian alone. Leave Christian for females who are worthy.”
Just then a familiar face walked up behind her. Where do I know this face from. I hope he says his name so that I wont look stupid.
“Nimah, right?” he questioned.
“How do you know her?” Miranda shrieked.
“Long story.”
“How do you know Miranda?” I asked.
“She’s my g…”
“Friend.” Miranda interrupted.
Bad Romance
:::Chapter Seven:::
:::Part One:::
:::Save The Last Dance:::
*
I want your love and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and all your lovers’ revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
‘Bad Romance’
-Lady Gaga
*
It was another bothersome Monday on the restless campus of Brompton University. My alarm shrieked at me mercilessly from across the room on my desk, emitting that nerve-grating sound that resembled one thousand people dragging sharpened fingernails over a blackboard over and over in an abrupt rhythm. I opened my bloodshot eyes that ached from not nearly enough sleep. I couldn’t tell you last time I had a decent night’s sleep. Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart?
The green digital numbers on the stupid alarm clock were flashing, informing me that it was now 7am, time to get up. Fuck that! I covered my head with my pillow in a frivolous attempt to drone out the irritating sound, but as expected the shrieking seeped through the material with an even more annoying muffled wail.
I yanked the pillow off of my head and flung it with all my might praying that it would knock the devil clock to the ground, breaking it forever so that I could go back to sleep to live in my dreams of Him that would never come true. The heavy foam stuffed pillow sailed through the air then merely thudded the clock of Satan softly, then spitefully shoved my beloved Blackberry sending it skidding across the length of my desk to meet its doom.
Aint that a bitch!
I flinched at the sound of my phone falling to pieces on the thin scratchy carpet, all the while the alarm clock continued to mock me with that awful sound.
Guess I have to get up. Wearily I rolled out of my bed, turned off the alarm and repaired my life force with a frustrated scowl colouring my puffy features.
I pressed the power button and watched my BB come back to life, all the while praying that there was nothing wrong with it. The home screen showed up perfectly putting my heart at ease. Nothing to worry about people, the blackberry is A-okay; all is right with the world.
Glad that it hadn’t suffered any apparent damage, I put my phone back down on my desk and was about to hop in the shower when it buzzed and tinkled.
Who the hell is bothering me this early in the morning?
I glanced at the illuminated screen: ‘Your Kryptonite’ wants to add you to their contact list- ACCEPT/REJECT? Who the hell is this? I haven’t given my pin to anyo-oh-my-God, you have got to be kidding me! As the realisation of who ‘Your Kryptonite’ may be dawned on me, my palms became clammy. I almost caused another BB catastrophe in the space of a minute. Your Kryptonite; only one person would be arrogant enough to have such a conceited screen name.
Jade Washington.
True to his word, he had used his powers of persuasion and obtained my pin from one of my 47 contacts. If I ever found out who it was, they were going to pay dearly. If I wanted any-old-body to have my pin, I would do as the so-called ‘networkers’ and beg-a-baitness desperados did, and post it on my Facebook profile. I had in fact taken the more subtle (but equally tacky) route of the ‘inbox me’ approach to avoid unwanted requests such as this one that was staring up at me right now. If I hadn’t endured the displeasure of conversating with Jade to the point that his legendary allure had become tarnished with arrogance, then I would undoubtedly be salivating like a eager female fan at a Trey Songz concert about him adding me to his infinite list of contacts.
Fortunately, I know better: REJECT.
I smiled to myself feeling a rush of empowerment. I had just rejected THE most unrejectable person in THEIR world. Manabadman!
I knew girls that would sell their souls just to be pursued by Jade Washington and here I was shrugging him off as if he was some any guy. Jade is the epitome of THAT GUY and I am blatantly disregarding him like it’s nothing. That’s true badmanism!
I know what you’re thinking, you wanna be Unfamous so why are you turning down one of their rulers? Unfamous by association is the easiest (but most unrated) road to take to the top, which is what most females and a few neeky boys did, but after the mix-up I had put myself through last term trying that shit with Carter Johnson, I was determined to make it on my own.
I had been doing the ‘socialite’ thing with Carmen for a while now but it really wasn’t getting me anywhere. It was fun at first but after a while raving, comedy shows, fashion shows, variety shows etc, all becomes very blasé. Because we revolve in the same circles as the Unfamous, it’s always the same venues, the same DJ’s, the same music and the same bloody people, causing the same bloody conflicts to be brought to light. It’s tiring.
I think being a socialite is more Carmen’s scene; raving is like crack to her, which is one of the reasons why she and Amari work as a couple. Amari goes to raves for a living (to DJ of course) and Carmen lives for raving. What could be more perfect?
I had given modelling some consideration, but as I’ve said before, my physique is not built for fashion. With thick hips and thighs, and a more than ample helping of breasts and bumper made me more suitable to be a Candy Mag glamour girl...that’s a straight no-go-area in my book, and I wasn’t about to be some rebore Facebook model. No one rates Facebook models.
Fontaine was already the model of our little collective with her svelte 5”8 frame, flawless dolce leche skin and her famous sun kissed mane of untameable curls that gave her that watered down ‘ethnic’ look that was perfect for the mainstream media; black, but not too black.
Yoshi’s position in the group couldn’t be challenged simply because we all lacked her artistic talent and love of Anime/Manga. Yoshi’s talent is uncommon in the Unfamous world, so it meant that she was more sought after due to lack of competition, and the fact that she was Ace’s...um...non-girlfriend didn’t hurt much either -Unfamous by association, with added talent to validate it. She had recently teamed up with Manny on his ‘Tokio Rain’ clothing line to design some black Manga characters for his ‘Dark Hoshi’ collection. Once Manny drops that line, Yoshi will blow up. Lucky break or what?
Each of them were doing something that worked for them, but then there was me, the leader of the gang, who was totally clueless.
There’s always the latter option of being bait for the sake of being bait, but the Unfamous don’t really respect that...unless you’re a guy (they can get away with most things, like being irritating slags like Jade for one). As long as you have an occupation that ties into your un-fame, then you’re Unfamous-ness is validated.
Yoshi, Carmen and Fontaine are all validated. Shit, even Ty’s validated, without him even trying once again! Shaquille got a glimpse of one of Tyson’s animation projects and got him to create an animated opening for his YouTube show –The Shaq Attack, and now he has passed the 2000 friend mark on Facebook. Stupid boy. It bugs me when the others surpass me, but it’s even worse when it’s Tyson because I know he doesn’t even care about being Unfamous. I just want to punch him in the face sometimes. I NEED to be validated, not just so I have an excuse and a better chance of beating Mr Popularity, but so that I give the Unfamous a GOOD reason to remember me once we all grow up and realise how petty and superficial we were when we were younger. Even though my drama from last term was now old news, that was all that those people associated me with.
Hello, My name is Rio Greene and I am Nathaniel Gibson’s desperate ex-girlfriend.
When I finally figure out what occupation I’m going to take up, I’ll banish that memory from their minds. I’ll be Rio the ‘insert-bait-job-here’ chick, and they will love me!
I set the phone down again, and this time I made it as far as the bathroom door before it vibrated and tinkled a different tune.
This was not another BBM request; from the sound of the tinkle, it was a text message.
I eyed my phone suspiciously from across the room before giving into curiosity to see who had texted me this early on a Monday morning. Part of me feared the worst. What if it was my gassed up ‘Kryptonite’? Then I considered the more likely possibility of it being Tyson texting to remind me about our scheduled ‘I’m banging out this coursework’ session this afternoon in the baitest computer room on campus –Joe Crankford –where we would spend hours feebly trying to complete our coursework but would inevitably end up writing bugger all.
It was almost the end of January, which meant that EVERYONE would have coursework that should’ve been completed over the Christmas holidays to hand in, therefore EVERYONE would be in the computer rooms. We could just as easily do our work in our dorm rooms, but where’s the fun in that? People like Tyson and I that were foolish victims of quality gas would be situated in Crankford, while the people that had better intentions of buckling down and getting their work done would be in one of the quieter rooms missing out on the hype.
Ultimately, everyone that went into the Crankford building entered it with the best intentions...then we’d cross the threshold, take a seat where most of our friends were, and then it was all downhill from there. We’d par off the idiots that had to hand in 3000 word essays the next day and hadn’t even written so much as a sentence, move onto more trivial topics like the latest episode of Eastenders, gas up Facebook and Twitter from our BB’s (even though there were perfectly good computers in front of us because we were THAT cool). After all of that, we’d start gossiping and end up streaming a flurry of adulterated insults about the most scandalous topic. Eventually (after hours of doing fuck all) we’d each admit to ourselves that coming to Crankford to do coursework was a stupid idea and leave. You can’t buy memories like that.
I grabbed my phone and sighed when an unknown number scrolled across me screen at the bottom of the ‘new message’ alert. It definitely wasn’t Tyson, so It had to be Jade as he seemed to be the only person adamant on bothering me at such unreasonable hours of the morning.
My thumb hovered over the button that would reveal the message that I was sure would make me want to cut up my sim card into tiny undistinguishable pieces, but (though I would never admit to it out loud) would flatter me all the more because he had gone as far as to actually get my phone number.
This is 2010, the age of the Blackberry; people don’t call/text each other anymore –what for? Why use regular forms of communication like everyone else when you can be exclusive –I use the term EXTREMELY loosely –and ping each other.
I pressed the button and the message appeared:
*I took the liberty of taking you number as well as your PIN (I knew you wouldn’t mind ;D). I figured that your attitude problem may compel you to ignore my BBM request so I took your number as insurance. See you Friday sexy, Jade x*
For fuck sake! Why me?
I contemplated switching my phone off to avoid more unwanted contact from Jade ‘Guess what? Not only am I hot, I’m a stalker too’ Washington, but decided against it; partially because as much as I it irks me, I am secretly happy, but also because, well...why would I be without my Blackberry ON PURPOSE? Shit don’t make no sense!
I liked that Jade wasn’t about to give up on me so easily, but I planned to make him work for my attention 10 times harder than before to see how much rejection he could handle before he gave up.
*
I had patiently endured two long-ass lectures and one equally long-ass seminar and was now kicking back with my friends in the economically decorated Joe Crankford computer room NOT doing my coursework. My half-written essay was glaring at me from the sleek white Apple Mac computer screen silently yelling at me to start writing, but my attention was elsewhere as I had suspected it would be.
I was currently posted along the side of Tyson’s long torso with his slim yet well-defined arm wrapped securely around me, forcing me to respire his heady aroma of Lynx Africa and Dark and Lovely hair oil. At the other computers in our little area was Fontaine, Ace, Tyler, Manny, Damon and Shaquille who was subjecting us to watch the ‘Kat Stacks getting slapped’ video over and over whilst pointing and laughing like the jerk he was.
As I had mentioned earlier, Shaquille was Tyson’s friend who had the wildly popular YouTube show ‘The Shaq-Attack’, so as far as everyone else was concerned Shaquille could do no wrong, even when he was wrong. I didn’t think the video was funny.
“Bruv, look how man has her on the floor,” he cackled after the Superhead wannabe was smacked out of her chair by some thug. I rolled my eyes,
“How can you laugh at that? It’s not funny,” I said sitting a little straighter against Tyson’s side. I felt his braids brush my cheek as he glanced down at me. Shaquille turned to address me,
“Yes it is. Rio, you can’t tell me she didn’t have it coming,” he chuckled,
“I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve it, but she’s a chick. I don’t rate no man that puts his hands on a female like that. It’s wrong,” I replied sneaking a glance at Ace. Although Yoshi likes to pretend that we never saw the horrid marks on her arm, I still hadn’t forgotten. Ace furrowed his brow at me –I guess he had caught my little look, therefore noticing my indirect. I made a mental note not to make eye contact with him for the rest of the day.
Shaquille shrugged his brawny shoulder that looked like excessively too much muscle for a boy so small. I guess he compensated his lack of height with masses of time in the gym,
“Fine, whatever, that’s your opinion and I’m not saying I agree with hitting females, but there comes a time when some chicks get OVER gassed and take the PISS and a slap is the only thing that will keep them from doing it again,”
“I hear that,” Damon chimed. Damon was built like Shaquille, but he had the added bonus of the height, which made his stature the most menacing out of Tyson’s clique. I shivered at the thought of him putting his hands on a chick. A slap from Damon looked like it would equal INSTANT DEATH!
“Oh shut up, that’s why you man aint got no chicks,” Fontaine scoffed,
“Taine what you talking about? All man does is have chicks! The numbers are just beginning to dwindle ‘cause you keep turning them,” Shaquille fired back with a cheeky grin. Fontaine rolled her eyes,
“What can I say, it’s a gift,” she said flicking her bouncy mass of curls. It was no secret that Fontaine swung both ways now. Since she’d hooked up with Lacey she didn’t want to keep it on the down low anymore because ‘Lacey is so frikkin hot’, as she’d liked to tell us all the bloody time as if we cared that her girlfriend was pretty. She’s a chick fam; she’s irrelevant to my hormones.
“So how is little Lacey doing anyway?” Tyler asked licking his small lips, his clear blue eyes shining with lust as they swept over Fontaine’s long slender legs that were currently enclosed in a pair of black thigh high boots. As irrelevant as Lacey was to my girls and I, the fellas did nothing but fantasise about illicit ménage trios including them, Fontaine and her sexy lady friend. Like that was ever going to happen...but then again, with Fontaine, you never truly knew, which was probably why these lot kept electing themselves for the role of the lucky guy.
Fontaine smiled amused by Tyler’s transparency,
“She’s cool,”
“That’s good to know still. Tell her I said wha gwan,”
“Will do Tyler,” she smirked giving him the thumbs up,
“What for? These times even if Lacey was interested in getting some dick it wouldn’t be Tyler’s raw meat looking white boy ding-a-ling,” Tyson interjected. The boys (all except for Tyler of course) burst out laughing,
“Man said raw meat!” Shaquille howled rubbing it in. Tyler kissed his teeth,
“My dick don’t look like raw meat fam,”
“It’s pink aint it?”
“I dunno, ask your girl,”
“OOOOOH!” we chorused in unison.
I felt Tyson’s body go rigid beneath me. Told you he was sensitive about his midget and his boys knew it too, so whenever they wanted him to lay off of them, they made a crack about Angelica and Tyson’s pride would keep him quiet for a while.
I looked up at him and saw his liquid brown eyes turn solid,
“I told you lot before_”
“Yeah, yeah ,yeah we know. Jam man Ty, it was just a joke,” Shaquille interjected before Tyson could drone on anymore. I silently thanked him. I loved Ty and all I wanted was to see him happy, but my God Angelica is not worth the energy he puts into her. The sooner he realises this, the happier we will all be...me especially. Maybe if I ask him nicely Damon will give her the instant death slap.
We resumed our senseless chatter and continued to avoid actually doing any work. The atmosphere was back to fun loving normality when I heard the entrance door swing open. I peeped around Tyson’s arm to see who was coming to join the party and the moment my eyes locked onto him I wished I hadn’t.
“Yo Nathaniel, what time do you call this?” Shaquille hollered sliding his seat over to make space for the last person I wanted to see.
*
©The Unfamous 2010. Shakira Scott All Rights Reserved.
*
Hopefully I will have finished the rest of the chapter within the next few days, in the mean time, comment and keep inviting your friends. Remember the target is 2000 members ;) Scotty x
:::Part One:::
:::Save The Last Dance:::
*
I want your love and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and all your lovers’ revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
‘Bad Romance’
-Lady Gaga
*
It was another bothersome Monday on the restless campus of Brompton University. My alarm shrieked at me mercilessly from across the room on my desk, emitting that nerve-grating sound that resembled one thousand people dragging sharpened fingernails over a blackboard over and over in an abrupt rhythm. I opened my bloodshot eyes that ached from not nearly enough sleep. I couldn’t tell you last time I had a decent night’s sleep. Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart?
The green digital numbers on the stupid alarm clock were flashing, informing me that it was now 7am, time to get up. Fuck that! I covered my head with my pillow in a frivolous attempt to drone out the irritating sound, but as expected the shrieking seeped through the material with an even more annoying muffled wail.
I yanked the pillow off of my head and flung it with all my might praying that it would knock the devil clock to the ground, breaking it forever so that I could go back to sleep to live in my dreams of Him that would never come true. The heavy foam stuffed pillow sailed through the air then merely thudded the clock of Satan softly, then spitefully shoved my beloved Blackberry sending it skidding across the length of my desk to meet its doom.
Aint that a bitch!
I flinched at the sound of my phone falling to pieces on the thin scratchy carpet, all the while the alarm clock continued to mock me with that awful sound.
Guess I have to get up. Wearily I rolled out of my bed, turned off the alarm and repaired my life force with a frustrated scowl colouring my puffy features.
I pressed the power button and watched my BB come back to life, all the while praying that there was nothing wrong with it. The home screen showed up perfectly putting my heart at ease. Nothing to worry about people, the blackberry is A-okay; all is right with the world.
Glad that it hadn’t suffered any apparent damage, I put my phone back down on my desk and was about to hop in the shower when it buzzed and tinkled.
Who the hell is bothering me this early in the morning?
I glanced at the illuminated screen: ‘Your Kryptonite’ wants to add you to their contact list- ACCEPT/REJECT? Who the hell is this? I haven’t given my pin to anyo-oh-my-God, you have got to be kidding me! As the realisation of who ‘Your Kryptonite’ may be dawned on me, my palms became clammy. I almost caused another BB catastrophe in the space of a minute. Your Kryptonite; only one person would be arrogant enough to have such a conceited screen name.
Jade Washington.
True to his word, he had used his powers of persuasion and obtained my pin from one of my 47 contacts. If I ever found out who it was, they were going to pay dearly. If I wanted any-old-body to have my pin, I would do as the so-called ‘networkers’ and beg-a-baitness desperados did, and post it on my Facebook profile. I had in fact taken the more subtle (but equally tacky) route of the ‘inbox me’ approach to avoid unwanted requests such as this one that was staring up at me right now. If I hadn’t endured the displeasure of conversating with Jade to the point that his legendary allure had become tarnished with arrogance, then I would undoubtedly be salivating like a eager female fan at a Trey Songz concert about him adding me to his infinite list of contacts.
Fortunately, I know better: REJECT.
I smiled to myself feeling a rush of empowerment. I had just rejected THE most unrejectable person in THEIR world. Manabadman!
I knew girls that would sell their souls just to be pursued by Jade Washington and here I was shrugging him off as if he was some any guy. Jade is the epitome of THAT GUY and I am blatantly disregarding him like it’s nothing. That’s true badmanism!
I know what you’re thinking, you wanna be Unfamous so why are you turning down one of their rulers? Unfamous by association is the easiest (but most unrated) road to take to the top, which is what most females and a few neeky boys did, but after the mix-up I had put myself through last term trying that shit with Carter Johnson, I was determined to make it on my own.
I had been doing the ‘socialite’ thing with Carmen for a while now but it really wasn’t getting me anywhere. It was fun at first but after a while raving, comedy shows, fashion shows, variety shows etc, all becomes very blasé. Because we revolve in the same circles as the Unfamous, it’s always the same venues, the same DJ’s, the same music and the same bloody people, causing the same bloody conflicts to be brought to light. It’s tiring.
I think being a socialite is more Carmen’s scene; raving is like crack to her, which is one of the reasons why she and Amari work as a couple. Amari goes to raves for a living (to DJ of course) and Carmen lives for raving. What could be more perfect?
I had given modelling some consideration, but as I’ve said before, my physique is not built for fashion. With thick hips and thighs, and a more than ample helping of breasts and bumper made me more suitable to be a Candy Mag glamour girl...that’s a straight no-go-area in my book, and I wasn’t about to be some rebore Facebook model. No one rates Facebook models.
Fontaine was already the model of our little collective with her svelte 5”8 frame, flawless dolce leche skin and her famous sun kissed mane of untameable curls that gave her that watered down ‘ethnic’ look that was perfect for the mainstream media; black, but not too black.
Yoshi’s position in the group couldn’t be challenged simply because we all lacked her artistic talent and love of Anime/Manga. Yoshi’s talent is uncommon in the Unfamous world, so it meant that she was more sought after due to lack of competition, and the fact that she was Ace’s...um...non-girlfriend didn’t hurt much either -Unfamous by association, with added talent to validate it. She had recently teamed up with Manny on his ‘Tokio Rain’ clothing line to design some black Manga characters for his ‘Dark Hoshi’ collection. Once Manny drops that line, Yoshi will blow up. Lucky break or what?
Each of them were doing something that worked for them, but then there was me, the leader of the gang, who was totally clueless.
There’s always the latter option of being bait for the sake of being bait, but the Unfamous don’t really respect that...unless you’re a guy (they can get away with most things, like being irritating slags like Jade for one). As long as you have an occupation that ties into your un-fame, then you’re Unfamous-ness is validated.
Yoshi, Carmen and Fontaine are all validated. Shit, even Ty’s validated, without him even trying once again! Shaquille got a glimpse of one of Tyson’s animation projects and got him to create an animated opening for his YouTube show –The Shaq Attack, and now he has passed the 2000 friend mark on Facebook. Stupid boy. It bugs me when the others surpass me, but it’s even worse when it’s Tyson because I know he doesn’t even care about being Unfamous. I just want to punch him in the face sometimes. I NEED to be validated, not just so I have an excuse and a better chance of beating Mr Popularity, but so that I give the Unfamous a GOOD reason to remember me once we all grow up and realise how petty and superficial we were when we were younger. Even though my drama from last term was now old news, that was all that those people associated me with.
Hello, My name is Rio Greene and I am Nathaniel Gibson’s desperate ex-girlfriend.
When I finally figure out what occupation I’m going to take up, I’ll banish that memory from their minds. I’ll be Rio the ‘insert-bait-job-here’ chick, and they will love me!
I set the phone down again, and this time I made it as far as the bathroom door before it vibrated and tinkled a different tune.
This was not another BBM request; from the sound of the tinkle, it was a text message.
I eyed my phone suspiciously from across the room before giving into curiosity to see who had texted me this early on a Monday morning. Part of me feared the worst. What if it was my gassed up ‘Kryptonite’? Then I considered the more likely possibility of it being Tyson texting to remind me about our scheduled ‘I’m banging out this coursework’ session this afternoon in the baitest computer room on campus –Joe Crankford –where we would spend hours feebly trying to complete our coursework but would inevitably end up writing bugger all.
It was almost the end of January, which meant that EVERYONE would have coursework that should’ve been completed over the Christmas holidays to hand in, therefore EVERYONE would be in the computer rooms. We could just as easily do our work in our dorm rooms, but where’s the fun in that? People like Tyson and I that were foolish victims of quality gas would be situated in Crankford, while the people that had better intentions of buckling down and getting their work done would be in one of the quieter rooms missing out on the hype.
Ultimately, everyone that went into the Crankford building entered it with the best intentions...then we’d cross the threshold, take a seat where most of our friends were, and then it was all downhill from there. We’d par off the idiots that had to hand in 3000 word essays the next day and hadn’t even written so much as a sentence, move onto more trivial topics like the latest episode of Eastenders, gas up Facebook and Twitter from our BB’s (even though there were perfectly good computers in front of us because we were THAT cool). After all of that, we’d start gossiping and end up streaming a flurry of adulterated insults about the most scandalous topic. Eventually (after hours of doing fuck all) we’d each admit to ourselves that coming to Crankford to do coursework was a stupid idea and leave. You can’t buy memories like that.
I grabbed my phone and sighed when an unknown number scrolled across me screen at the bottom of the ‘new message’ alert. It definitely wasn’t Tyson, so It had to be Jade as he seemed to be the only person adamant on bothering me at such unreasonable hours of the morning.
My thumb hovered over the button that would reveal the message that I was sure would make me want to cut up my sim card into tiny undistinguishable pieces, but (though I would never admit to it out loud) would flatter me all the more because he had gone as far as to actually get my phone number.
This is 2010, the age of the Blackberry; people don’t call/text each other anymore –what for? Why use regular forms of communication like everyone else when you can be exclusive –I use the term EXTREMELY loosely –and ping each other.
I pressed the button and the message appeared:
*I took the liberty of taking you number as well as your PIN (I knew you wouldn’t mind ;D). I figured that your attitude problem may compel you to ignore my BBM request so I took your number as insurance. See you Friday sexy, Jade x*
For fuck sake! Why me?
I contemplated switching my phone off to avoid more unwanted contact from Jade ‘Guess what? Not only am I hot, I’m a stalker too’ Washington, but decided against it; partially because as much as I it irks me, I am secretly happy, but also because, well...why would I be without my Blackberry ON PURPOSE? Shit don’t make no sense!
I liked that Jade wasn’t about to give up on me so easily, but I planned to make him work for my attention 10 times harder than before to see how much rejection he could handle before he gave up.
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I had patiently endured two long-ass lectures and one equally long-ass seminar and was now kicking back with my friends in the economically decorated Joe Crankford computer room NOT doing my coursework. My half-written essay was glaring at me from the sleek white Apple Mac computer screen silently yelling at me to start writing, but my attention was elsewhere as I had suspected it would be.
I was currently posted along the side of Tyson’s long torso with his slim yet well-defined arm wrapped securely around me, forcing me to respire his heady aroma of Lynx Africa and Dark and Lovely hair oil. At the other computers in our little area was Fontaine, Ace, Tyler, Manny, Damon and Shaquille who was subjecting us to watch the ‘Kat Stacks getting slapped’ video over and over whilst pointing and laughing like the jerk he was.
As I had mentioned earlier, Shaquille was Tyson’s friend who had the wildly popular YouTube show ‘The Shaq-Attack’, so as far as everyone else was concerned Shaquille could do no wrong, even when he was wrong. I didn’t think the video was funny.
“Bruv, look how man has her on the floor,” he cackled after the Superhead wannabe was smacked out of her chair by some thug. I rolled my eyes,
“How can you laugh at that? It’s not funny,” I said sitting a little straighter against Tyson’s side. I felt his braids brush my cheek as he glanced down at me. Shaquille turned to address me,
“Yes it is. Rio, you can’t tell me she didn’t have it coming,” he chuckled,
“I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve it, but she’s a chick. I don’t rate no man that puts his hands on a female like that. It’s wrong,” I replied sneaking a glance at Ace. Although Yoshi likes to pretend that we never saw the horrid marks on her arm, I still hadn’t forgotten. Ace furrowed his brow at me –I guess he had caught my little look, therefore noticing my indirect. I made a mental note not to make eye contact with him for the rest of the day.
Shaquille shrugged his brawny shoulder that looked like excessively too much muscle for a boy so small. I guess he compensated his lack of height with masses of time in the gym,
“Fine, whatever, that’s your opinion and I’m not saying I agree with hitting females, but there comes a time when some chicks get OVER gassed and take the PISS and a slap is the only thing that will keep them from doing it again,”
“I hear that,” Damon chimed. Damon was built like Shaquille, but he had the added bonus of the height, which made his stature the most menacing out of Tyson’s clique. I shivered at the thought of him putting his hands on a chick. A slap from Damon looked like it would equal INSTANT DEATH!
“Oh shut up, that’s why you man aint got no chicks,” Fontaine scoffed,
“Taine what you talking about? All man does is have chicks! The numbers are just beginning to dwindle ‘cause you keep turning them,” Shaquille fired back with a cheeky grin. Fontaine rolled her eyes,
“What can I say, it’s a gift,” she said flicking her bouncy mass of curls. It was no secret that Fontaine swung both ways now. Since she’d hooked up with Lacey she didn’t want to keep it on the down low anymore because ‘Lacey is so frikkin hot’, as she’d liked to tell us all the bloody time as if we cared that her girlfriend was pretty. She’s a chick fam; she’s irrelevant to my hormones.
“So how is little Lacey doing anyway?” Tyler asked licking his small lips, his clear blue eyes shining with lust as they swept over Fontaine’s long slender legs that were currently enclosed in a pair of black thigh high boots. As irrelevant as Lacey was to my girls and I, the fellas did nothing but fantasise about illicit ménage trios including them, Fontaine and her sexy lady friend. Like that was ever going to happen...but then again, with Fontaine, you never truly knew, which was probably why these lot kept electing themselves for the role of the lucky guy.
Fontaine smiled amused by Tyler’s transparency,
“She’s cool,”
“That’s good to know still. Tell her I said wha gwan,”
“Will do Tyler,” she smirked giving him the thumbs up,
“What for? These times even if Lacey was interested in getting some dick it wouldn’t be Tyler’s raw meat looking white boy ding-a-ling,” Tyson interjected. The boys (all except for Tyler of course) burst out laughing,
“Man said raw meat!” Shaquille howled rubbing it in. Tyler kissed his teeth,
“My dick don’t look like raw meat fam,”
“It’s pink aint it?”
“I dunno, ask your girl,”
“OOOOOH!” we chorused in unison.
I felt Tyson’s body go rigid beneath me. Told you he was sensitive about his midget and his boys knew it too, so whenever they wanted him to lay off of them, they made a crack about Angelica and Tyson’s pride would keep him quiet for a while.
I looked up at him and saw his liquid brown eyes turn solid,
“I told you lot before_”
“Yeah, yeah ,yeah we know. Jam man Ty, it was just a joke,” Shaquille interjected before Tyson could drone on anymore. I silently thanked him. I loved Ty and all I wanted was to see him happy, but my God Angelica is not worth the energy he puts into her. The sooner he realises this, the happier we will all be...me especially. Maybe if I ask him nicely Damon will give her the instant death slap.
We resumed our senseless chatter and continued to avoid actually doing any work. The atmosphere was back to fun loving normality when I heard the entrance door swing open. I peeped around Tyson’s arm to see who was coming to join the party and the moment my eyes locked onto him I wished I hadn’t.
“Yo Nathaniel, what time do you call this?” Shaquille hollered sliding his seat over to make space for the last person I wanted to see.
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Hopefully I will have finished the rest of the chapter within the next few days, in the mean time, comment and keep inviting your friends. Remember the target is 2000 members ;) Scotty x
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