The Crossfire | Revised | Sample

i | 10 | the t e x t s

❝ THE TEXTS ❞
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───── ⋆⋅Chayanne⋅⋆ ─────

|| Monday. . .

Saturday, Favio said he'll drop me at school.

Favio come through fimi. When me step outside, mi spot him lean up against him Benz, smoking.

"Good morning, Favio," mi tek a stop before him. "E nuh too early fi all dat?"

Taking a long drag from the spliff, him blow the smoke towards me. As the fumes fly up ina mi nose, mi glare pon him.

Him step weh from the door, open it and seh, "Get in."

I comply. Him close the door then walk round to the driver's side. Now sitting across from me, mi realize seh him dash the tail someweh.

"Your friend is coming?"

"Yes."

When me did tell Chezzy seh we nafi tek taxi, she light up. Then when me tell her seh a Favio a carry we, she go quiet. Chezzy is in her stage of mixed emotions weh shi nuh know if she fi hate him like poison or try to like him for my sake. In the end, she decide seh shi wuda come wid we but dat nuh mean she like the idea of being around Favio. It's understandable so me wudn feel nuh way if she neva come.

With that thought in mind, mi go ina mi bag and find the Chanel perfume weh mi sure mi toss in deh. Undoing the cap, me start fi spray miself with the strong, flowery mist, hoping to rid any trace a the smoke weh him blow pon me.

"Thanks, by the way,"

Him nod. When him notice me still spraying myself, him cough and seh, "Fuck, Chayanne." Him wind down his window.

Laughing, me stop and put back the perfume ina mi bag. "Sorry."

Him shake him head and seh, "Yu good."

"Turn here," mi point ina the right direction.

Like him just a remember sum, Favio use one hand fi steer the vehicle while him stretch him next hand rounda the back seat. Me wid my nuff self look round fi see wa him a try tek up. I see a black hoodie at the far end of the seat. I guess he's trying to move it outta the way so Chezzy has an easier transition into the vehicle.

Seeing his struggle, me ask, "Yu waa mi move it?"

Him shake him head. Him stretch out rass until him get it ina him hold. Then, the car mek a sudden swerve pon e road and him end up afi drop it fi quickly get back the car under his control. Him look ova pon me. "You good?"

"Yea," I say and reach round fi the hoodie. "Mek mi do it before yu kill we off-"

"No, Chayanne-"

By the time him fi finish that statement, mi feel sum very metal. Moving the soft, cloth material, waa glock come into view.

Him glare at me. "Yu nuh listen, doh?"

Me look ova at him, lost for words to say. When him look weh from me, mi cuda only think boh mi best friend and her innocence compared to mine. "Chezzy nuh need fi see dis."