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

TWENTY

K E E Y A

Smoke flowed from my lips as I continued to sit on the trunk of my car, watching as the remaining crowd of people poured out of the club to further convey closing hours, for which I was grateful. It has been a long last couple of days, and I was exhausted. If I didn't have to supervise the closing or wait on Dantae, I would've already left.

I was at the door all night tonight since being kept on high alert kept me away from sleep, and now my mind had the leaving crowd of people to focus on. There was nothing more dangerous than drunk, high, and horny motherfuckers early in the morning, especially when some of them just spent their last in that club.

Last night we had a fight in the parking lot, and I was praying that the shit didn't repeat tonight since I didn't have the patience or energy for it. I just needed motherfuckers to go home, so I could go home my-damn-self. This blunt was the only thing keeping me from blowing up.

And in an act of gratitude, I lifted it to my lips, taking another puff and allowing the marijuana laced smoke to bring forth the calm it promised. In the same breath, my eyes followed the line of cars pulling out as drunk laughter and loud conversations could be heard over the sounds of the night.

As the smoke left my lips the cars began to spill onto the main road, which had my eyes going back to the entrance of the club to see if any other drunken customers was gon come out, since I knew that Rome and whoever else he decided to work with were busy getting everybody out. But instead of a customer, I saw Compulsion, black leggings, long ass braids and a black skin tight tank top with flip flops on, and she looked damn good.

She moved like she knew that shit too.

She had to know that shit.

The older my ass got, the higher confidence went on my list of attractions, and she ain't had her that moulded confidence either, she had that careless shit that came off as she didn't give a fuck. A lil attitude...and that thought had me smiling around the other puff of smoke I released as she began to walk past me to her car.

"You just gon walk past me?" The second the words left my mouth, her steps slowed as her gaze moved over to me with a frown on her face that told me she was in her own little world.

She ain't even see me.

"What you want, Keys?" She asked with irritation in her voice even though she stopped, giving me the time of day.

"Am I the one pissing you off, or you just on one right now?"

"I had a long day,"

"Wanna smoke?" I asked, stretching my blunt-holding hand out towards her, and a subtle smile gradually took over her face, one that if you ain't look all the way good, you couldn't even see was there, then she sighed.

"Is weed your answer to everything?"

"You don't want it?" I asked, bringing my hand back towards me and she rolled her eyes whilst making her way closer to me.

"I ain't say that," And those words were followed by her guiding my blunt from my hold into hers, and I allowed her to, watching as she took a pull while standing in front of me. I couldn't help but notice though that her duffle was still weighing on her other hand.

"You can rest your bag on my car,"

"It ain't heavy," She told me with smoke escaping with her words, but my mind wasn't convinced.

"It look heavy,"

"You supposed to be calming me down, not irritating me," She voiced with a bit of attitude while taking another pull, and I chuckled at her words.

"The blunt's job is to calm you down, I'm supposed to be getting on your nerves like I seem to always do," I replied while taking the blunt that she was now handing back to me as her eyes moved up to meet mine.

"That's your job getting on my nerves?"

"Yeah," I accepted as she stood there looking at me while the occasional passing car on the road to the right of us, whispered beneath our conversation. "Imma be on your nerves until you give me something else to get on,"

"Give me back the blunt cause you fucking up the little high I just built," She guided, and I laughed because beneath all that attitude in her tone was amusement, something a bit playful, which pushed that heavy tension that was once in her tone to the back. I noticed and listened too as I handed her back the blunt after taking a quick puff, and she took it happily. "Thank you,"

"You having manners be the biggest plot twist,"

"You getting comfortable with your little jokes,"

"Cause you stay laughing,"

"Cause you got the weed, Keys," She shot back, and I laughed while faking offence, making her laugh as well. "Why you still here?"

"I gotta supervise the lock up, and I gotta wait on Dantae too," I told her as she took a puff, transferring the blunt to me and I quickly duplicated her actions, taking in a mouthful of smoke.

"Hmm," She hummed in response, and I knew what that meant, her high was getting good and she ain't wanna talk and I ain't mind that. So we just dwelled in the silence passing the blunt back and forth, allowing it to dissolve the strength of whatever problems it could for the time being.

It wasn't until I felt her eyes on me did a change occur as I looked over, meeting her low eyes that were already on me...and she ain't look away as she placed the blunt between her lips, taking a pull.

"You zoned out or are you really looking at me?" I asked, and she finally looked away, and I wasn't sure whether it was because of my question or her need to blow the smoke away from me.

"You look better when you actually put yourself together," She answered as she handed me back the blunt and I smiled.

"You saying I look good?" I asked, but she made no move to answer so I simply nodded, knowing no move to push was gon have her respond, so silence returned, and this time it wasn't broken by us, instead it was by approaching footsteps. I followed the sound to see Dantae taking his final steps towards us, and it had Compulsion looking over to him as well, as I pulled the blunt back from my lips, holding the smoke hostage.

"Hey," He greeted and Compulsion returned the word while I simply nodded, not ready to release the smoke as yet while handing the blunt back to her. "You ready?"

"Yeah," I said with another nod, finally releasing the smoke while holding out my hand in preparation to get my blunt back.

"I'm keeping this one," She told me, and I nodded once more, prompting her to walk off and I watched as she did for a few short seconds before pushing myself off my trunk and onto my feet.

"A blunt?" Dantae questioned, pulling my gaze in his direction to see him giving me a knowing look concerning Compulsion.

"Get in the car," I guided and he snickered, doing as told as I did the same. I started the car before a yawn separated my lips while I sent down my window, guiding my gaze to my mirror waiting for Compulsion to pull out.

"You not gon pull out?" Dantae asked as I watched her car come alive.

"Yeah," I answered, watching as she pulled out of the spot, prompting me to reverse my own car out of the parking lot while wishing I had parked face out like she did. That pull out of the spot then led me onto the main road, ready to go home and meet my bed.

"You like her?" Dantae asked straight up, and I glanced over to him while flicking on my indicator as my mind went back to shorty and her whole vibe.

"I do,"

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