The UWI Lecturer & The Politician's Son

Chapter Two- Kingston Night

Anashé

Friday nights are always a vibe.

We are at Holy Smokes, standing at our little table, while the music has the crowd dancing, bussing blanks and singing like wi deh pon Altogether Sing competition. I'm a bit buzzed. Capri, my little party pari is here with me, thankfully, because I cannot handle my liquor well. She is a ball of energy, standing at five feet, three inches, and barely ever wears any clothing. Like right now goodie a wear a little pink bralette with her black batty rider. She well thick in the back too, with her little titties in front. We were about the same complexion and they call us the two browning them when describing us to people. I'm the quiet one, they say. When I look down at my little mini dress with the low cleavage line, showing my navel and belly-button piercing—I don't at all look like the quiet one. But being a UWI lecturer I can't exactly have my ass and nipples out now can I?

I took a shot of tequila, and immediately Bayka's Mobster came on and everyone at the party went crazy. I had a few more drinks and bopped my head to the music. Suddenly, I saw a group of men running from the back and screams echoed over the sound waves. Shit! I took Capri's hand and started bolting it through the crowd. I heard shots being fired all of a sudden. Shit!

"Run, gyal!" Capri yelled and I held on tightly to her hand. We get to the parking lot where I fumbled in my bags to find my keys. Weh the fuck dem deh? "You okay, Nashé?" I couldn't speak, my heart was beating so fast. We stood at my car while I rummaged through my bag, listening to people running and scattering to their cars.

"You need to go, now!" I heard coming up to my car. I looked up to see him, dressed in a slim-fit button-up shirt with a pair of navy blue skinny jeans and what appear to be some Kenneth Cole loafers. It was Malikai. But he wasn't smiling like he was yesterday. He was dead serious as he approached me.

"I'm trying!" I breathed. "I just–I can't find my keys." I must have lost them when running just now.

"Come wid me, both of you, now!" My brows furrowed as I looked at the urgency in his eyes.

"I can't go with you— I can't leave my car—I can't just—"

"Listen to mi, inside your classroom, you're the boss," He breathed, taking my hand, looking me dead in the eyes, "But here? Right now, on the outside, I am going to need you to listen to me."

There was no time for me to respond, "Friend, come with me," He beckoned to Capri who ran over to us and she happily came over as he tugged me away. I grabbed onto her hand and he led us out of the venue to the side of the road. My heels were clinking on the asphalt and I could still hear crying in the distance. Passing a lady on the roadside with her heels in her hand as she swiftly walked by. I felt my stomach in knots. We got to a Mark X and he opened the front door and beckoned me to get in. I looked at him for a split second as his words from earlier beckoned to me. I got in knowing I'd feel safer in the car than outside of it. He closed the door behind me and opened the back door for Capri to get it. He was on his way to the driver's side when I watched him take his phone from his pocket to retrieve a call. He seemed frustrated. What was going on? He entered the car and just then I heard the back door open and close. I looked behind me in shock, only to be met with a familiar face. Was that Ollie? As in recording artist Ollie?

"Goodnight, B," He nodded at me. "Goodnight friend of B," His voice was deep, but he was jovial, smiling, even under the circumstances. He had on a white T, a gold Jesus Piece around his neck, and a pair of True Religion, ripped jeans. His hair was dyed blond and in about four or so plaits with a centre part.

I nodded back at him, "Goodnight," Capri and I said in unison. We were huge fans of his, but we held our cool. Especially under the circumstances.

"Mi G, wah di move?" Ollie asked Malikai, who was focused on the road as he drove off the roadside.