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

FIFTEEN

K E E Y A

The sound of my car coming alive echoed with a loud roar as I outed my blunt with a press of its lit end on the ashtray situated on my center console, which in return had me then placing the blunt behind my ear with one hand while the other settled on my steering wheel.

The rain was now diluted into a drizzle as my eyes fell to my dashboard for the time, knowing that after I picked up Dantae I had to head straight back here for this shift.

4:15 P.M

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

The sound of the quick bursts of tapping had me shifting my gaze to the sound to see Compulsion, standing on the other side of my driver's door with an umbrella over her head. A gentle frown met my features as I sent down my window, which had her bending a bit to meet my eyes.

"My cars not starting,"

Shit

"Ah, uhm, I got somewhere to be right now, but I got a shift tonight so Imma be back soon and I'll check on it then for you,"

"I'm not dancing tonight,"

"But I thought you was on schedule for tonight?" I replied confused as my mind pulled back the memories of the one Ethan showed me for this week.

"I am but I don't dance when it's raining," She explained, looking more irritated with each word she released. "And Ion wanna be around here when Sebastain show up cause that's gon start sum unnecessary sh—you know what it's fine,"

"No, Compul—hold up," I called out as she began to walk off, which had me throwing my door open and quickly matching her steps. "Yow,"

"It's fine, I'll just get an uber and sort it out tomorrow," She told me, still walking and I reached out, taking a gentle hold of her hand to stop her as the raindrops met my skin.

"How bout I drop you home and then come back here when I'm done doing what I got to do and fix it and drive it you?" I asked as she turned to face me, and at my words she sighed, looking like she was over it—over everything.

"No, it's good,"

"I'm tryna help,"

"Well, I don't want you to know where I live," She voiced as if the mere idea of me even knowing her address was ridiculous, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Aitte, let me drop you at Mr Gerald's shop, then I'll come back fix the car and bring it to you," I reworked, hoping she would agree since I can see by how she moving she was having a fucked up day, and even more, I could tell she was looking for me fuck up—to be fucked up.

"That's too much," She voiced, and I sighed as I stumbled on yet another barrier.

"If it was I would say so, I owe you for my hand remember, I got weed in the car too," I told her and she playfully rolled her eyes that had me knowing she was loosen up a bit.

"Don't be tryna make me laugh cause I'm irritated because of you,"

"Because of me? How?"

"Cause I had a plan and you unavailable,"

"I'm not, I told you I got right?" I poked, but she made no move to answer, but she also didn't make no move to leave like earlier. "Wanna get in the car so I can drop you at Mr Gerald's?"

Instead of answering, she simply walked off and a breath of amusement left me as she got in my car leaving me to do the same, and the second I was inside the cool air coming from the A/C reminded me that I was standing in the rain uncovered.