The man is smacking his lips and there are two issues with that.
First, the man seated at the table across from me in the Swinging 60's Cafe chopped his steak and potatoes like a combine harvester.
My hands balled as I prayed that he wouldn't just choke on a tomato and turn that nice shade of red blue before life faded from his pug face.
Issue number two, he's staring right at me. Not the normal glances you make during casual outings. It was watching you around the store stage.
The old lady clutching her purse stare.
The officer cruising real slow at you stare.
That pig could be put on hold as I have another situation to deal with.
"Kevin." Jeremy said taking a seat in front of me thankfully blocking the man.
"Jeremy." I replied slowly tapping my fingers against the table.
"So, I think you called me here to apologize?", Jeremy questions, raising his right eyebrow.
"Jeremy, buddy. We have been friends for a long time and you know we can't fight with each other forever.". I replied, "This isn't the first time I have fucked up.".
Jeremy shifted down in the booth and crossed his arms. "I'm well aware of this not being your first fuck up. That's why I didn't want to accept your apology because you would just go and fuck up again.".
My chest tightened slightly and my heart skipped a beat. I nodded my head slowly biting my bottom lip, "Then why did you come here ?".
"It was Nikkei who convinced me to consider forgiveness, if you agree to take his younger brother to a party.".
"You got to be fucking kidding me.".
Jeremy chuckled dryly, "I knew you wouldn't do it. It's not like you are going to be romantic to him. Just show your face, mingle and leave. It's a Seniors party not the Met Gala.".
He isn't wrong. I placed my hands in my pocket to find a familiar folded paper in it. I sighed softly before saying, "Fine then.".
"Fine. I'll text you the details." Jeremy bites out.
"I will look forward to it." , I bit back. I got up from the booth intending to walk out quickly but a snide comment coming out the pig's mouth made me make a quick stop.
I spun on my feet grabbing the fork out his grubby little hands and stabbing it into the wooden table. The man's yellowing eyes looked in horror.
"Next time keep your comments to yourself.".
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"So you tell me that you gonna be a concubine to some high school student at a party?", Charlez questioned waving a paint soaked brush around.
When you put it like that it does sound much worse.
"Nigga I just doing it for Jeremy dem man.", I sighed leaning back in the chair popping it up on its two back legs.
Charlez forehead crinkles like a newborn baby's. "I've known you for two years. You think you can handle it.".
"What? Handling not falling for him?",I chuckled, falling the chair back to its legs. I picked up one of the many scattered rolling papers preparing a joint.
"I mean all them people judging you. You like your self a lot.".
The joint freezes between my lips, "Why you asking all these fucking questions?".
"Just hoping you don't embarrass you self is all.", Charlez reached over plucking the joint from between my lips before lighting it taking a draw.
I rolled my eyes, snatching the joint back before walking away to my next class.
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I stared into the long full body mirror looking over the outfit Petra forced me into once she found out about the situation. My hair freshly twisted in short loc like twists hanging to the right. Diamond and gold earrings both with 'Falcon' engraved up my ear lobe. These complimented my cool gold chain resting on top of my black polo.
Now jeans were an issue. Petra believed black skinny jeans with zippers that go nowhere better than ripped skinny jeans with a bit of plaid underneath. Sadly when a girl can keep you hostage for days without anyone noticing you just go along.
I take another wipe on my Tims I see a pair of familiar legs clad in sheer leggings. My eyes followed them up to black shorts and red lace mesh tops with a v-neck dragging my eyes back down every time I tried to look up more.
"You like?" She questions swaying her hips easily closing the distance between us with three long strides.
"I should be asking you that. I know you were admiring from afar.", I countered by putting a sly smile on my face.
Petra pouted slightly walking her finger up my shoulder, "I was just thinking of the many things I can stuff in there.".
Her warm hand cups my neck. She leans in so close I can smell her sweet scent of her jasmine perfume. "And pull them out one by one very, very slowly.".
An uncontrollable shiver ran down my spine. I swallowed what seemed like my mother's biscuits without water. A weak laugh fell out of my mouth but came short leaving my mouth gaping like a kid finding out where old Bobo the pig went before Christmas.
"So... uh why are you dressed like this?", I asked. Why the fuck did I ask that. Only a dang fool asks stupid questions like that.
"Isn't it obvious I'm coming along with.".
"No! No! You are not coming."I protested.
Petra rolled her eyes moving me aside, fixing her loose curls. "It's simple really. I watch you to make sure you don't do anything that violates the rules.". She replied calmly.
"These rules really that serious?" I mumbled under my breath.
Petra seemed to have heard me as she was now looking back at me. Stone blue eyes narrowed piercing shards through my body. "Kevin I hope I can stop repeating myself... this will be the last time I will remind you verbally. Follow the rules or Florida.".
This is starting to get annoying. How much harm can one red haired girl cause anyway.
"Fine.", I replied dryly.
Her fierce gaze does not break.
"Fine, Madam.".
She strides over to me, her gaze only becoming harsher. "I see. I will be outside.".
When the clicking of her heels fades and the door closes I am left feeling two things. Firstly, an ugly annoyance hanging around my body like a thick veil of dirt on my skin.
Secondly, an uneasy warm feeling inside I think that's causing the uncomfortable tightness in my pants.