Trapanese .

Chapter Three.

SUNDAY , JUNE 8th

Kadari, Seladis and Marjan sat in the game room as Khyree and Kemontae quietly spoke business in the corner at the desk.

"Quit being a bitch, Ladis!" Kadari shouted, rapidly pressing between the X and square button as he tried to maintain his life.

"Nigga, you quit, aw fuck ... damn nigga! ga'lang wid'ya pussy bwoy crew!"

Marjan sat on the couch above the two boys, chuckling as she witnessed the boys get heated over a game of Call of Duty, Black Ops VI, which the boys had gotten yesterday, even though the game didn't come out for another three weeks.

"C'Mon now, Ladis you just don't wanna give up da money ya gwaan owe me when i whoop ya!"

"Fuckin' mascot boy!" Seladis shouted, tossing down his controller once seeing that he had finally accomplished beating Kadari at a game of COD.

The two had been arguing back and forth all morning like dogs, which was quite entertaining to Marjan. She'd kept a smile on her face the whole time, even so learning new jamaican slang, like mascot boy, which meant a lame boy.

"Fuck you." Kadari spat, looking up to glance at Marjan. "Janny, can yuh do me a quick joint?"

"What you need?"

"Can yuh cook us some lunch?" He asked, rubbing his belly. "A nigga been hungry since da mudda fuckin' morning."

"She would," Khyree interrupted. "But she's going wit Kemontae. He gwaan take da gyal up and knowledge 'er."

Kadari and Seladis huffed, rolling their eyes at Khyree's superiority over them. All the boys had loved Marjan after taking a taste of her cooking two nights ago, so Khy lowkey knew that he was punishing himself by sending her off with Kemontae.

While those three mentally groaned because they were being deprived off good cooking, Montae groaned out loud and rushed Marjan to follow him upstairs.

"Bring your ass." He mumbled, stomping up the stairs, a habit he'd had since he was younger.

Marjan sighed and quietly stumbled behind Montae, who lead her into a room that Khyree told her to keep out of.

"Am I supposed to follow you in here?" She asked, not raising her voice above a small whisper.

"Yeah, you is. Gwaan now," he said, pushing her in front of him. "Sit down at the chair ova there."

She nodded and took a seat one of the old, brown chairs that reminded her of the ones her mother had decorated the living room with. Seeing these few chairs that covered the wall in a nice way made her think about the place she used to call home, and how much of a hellhole is really was.

"Ay!" He yelled at her. "You don't hear me talking to you?"

"S-Sorry." She stammered.

"Damned slow ass girl." He mumbled, making Marjan snap her head up.

"Listen, I've kindly sat back and let you and your brother harass me since I've been here, but you don't have to mumble little slick, hurtful comments!" She snapped, feeling good after letting that out. Marjan stood up out of her chair and proceeded to leave the dark room but was caught and slung back into the wall.