The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

SEVEN

L E A N A

The sound of another failed start echoed in my ears once again, prompting a groan of frustration from me as I threw my car door open.

It's always fucking something.

My feet met the asphalt and I quickly began my journey to the front of my car with a close of the door behind me. Silent prayers rang in my mind as I hoped I didn't lift the hood to see smoke. I prayed it was sumn small that I could ask Mr Gerald to fix it for me when he got here this week because I wasn't tryna to spend no money on this.

I quickly sent up the hood, locking it in place grateful for the lack of smoke, but I then quickly remembered that the lack of smoke was also a downside since it was the only problem I knew how to fucking recognize. Without the smoke I was left lost on what to do to get the vehicle started again.

That meant, I would have to leave this here and spend my money on a cab to come and get me, which I was not tryna do.

I might as well start walking my ass everywhere I'm tryna go or get my bus pass back.

"You need some help?" A voice called out and I jumped slightly at the sudden sound before turning to see Keys behind me with an amused smile on her face. "It's starting to seem like I keep scaring you,"

"Cause you always sneaking, don't you own footsteps or sumn?" I questioned with my current frustration dripping in my tone, and a snicker fell from her at my words even though I wasn't joking.

"You need help?" She repeated once again.

"Can you help?" I asked, really not wanting to waste my time right now if she was just planning on calling a mechanic, that was some shit I could do myself.

"Yeah, I got sum experience with this type a thing," She revealed, and I wasn't sure whether or not to believe that shit since it was clear her ass wanted to fuck, for all I know she lying out her ass to spark a conversation. I done been through that shit before. "So you want the help?"

But what I got to lose?

"Yeah," I accepted, and my response had her walking closer to me. "You always around when I got some shit going on, you might be bad luck,"

"Or maybe I'm good luck if I keep popping up with help when you need it the most," She reasoned as she settled next to me, and I hummed at her positive twist on reality while the usual smell of weed on her greeted my nose.

"It won't start," I told her, and she frowned while removing her backpack from her vessel and placing it on the floor. I shifted away from the vehicle to give her all the space she could need to fix this, and hopefully she can and she wasn't bullshitting, cause it would save me a headache and a whole bunch of shit. Hopefully. "Where did you learn to work on cars?"

I watched as she stood straight once more without her bag, and her eyes immediately planted themselves onto my car to search for what I assumed to be the problem.

"My first ever job was at an auto shop so I promise you in good hands," She assured, probably sensing my weariness as she shifted closer to the car with an assisting forward lean of her torso, while simultaneously lifting both hands to attend to what I assumed to be the problem that went unseen by me. "You can go sit in the car if you want, this not gon take long, just keep the car off,"

"I'm fine right here,"

"You don't trust me?" She asked with a glance in my direction as a bit of teasing slipped into her tone. "I ain't gon run off with your engine Compulsion,"

"I don't know you like that," I replied, allowing myself to loosen up a tiny ass bit as it started to seem like she knew what she was doing, and she was doing it for free. Was it for free? "You not charging me right?"