The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland
Thursday April 18th, 2024

"Bye, girl!" The woman waved. "See you Monday!"

Syara waved back to her colleague, smiling painfully back at the older woman. She was dead tired. Not physically, but socially.

For someone who spent a majority of her time to herself, she still wasn't used to talking the whole day.

She'd have to get used to it, however, as she could barely get a moment to herself today. Her car had gotten a flat due to something puncturing her tire in a pothole, so she had to catch a ride to her first and second job from Camarro.

Speak of the devil.

"Aye, Cuban!" A voice called her street name, it was Leek, hanging out the passenger side of Camarro's car with his hands cupping his mouth.

Her eyes widened as she scanned the parking lot to see if anyone else had heard the name.

"Man, ain' nobody out here," he spoke impatiently. "Come on!"

Syara mugged him, opening the door to the backseat of the truck and stepping in to quickly situate herself.

She could feel the satin of her blouse catching on the microhairs of her chest, her hair on the back of her neck, and the shoes she was wearing were too tight. She had gotten so used to the jewelry she always wore that she didn't really feel it.

Syara barely remembered to speak to Camarro as he pulled off from her job's parking lot. "Thanks for picking me up."

"Ain't no thang, Ocho." He spoke easily. He had gotten rather comfortable around her in the time he'd known her. "So.." he started, looking at her through the rear view mirrors.

She just looked at him, confused.

"What you been doin'?" He asked the same question everytime he saw her. It was the same every time too.

"Shit, nothing." She replied. She never did quite break that cursing habit.

"Damn, brother." Leek sighed. "Yo' life boring as shit...and I was rooting for you."

"I'm saying." Camarro agreed. "You young, why you'on never have you no fun, feel me?"

"On mamas." Leek agreed.

These two were annoying as fuck. She loved them, but they just were. Niggas was always trying to tell her about the "brighter side of life."

She was fine where she was at.

She opted to just look out the window and watch the houses whisp by. She slipped in one of her wired headphones, resting her head back against the seat.

She had AirPods, but she always left them at home since she was prone to losing shit.

She allowed the rest of the world to slip into the background as she watched Oakland through the glass. She didn't tune back in until she noticed Camarro make a wrong turn.

Syara leaned up from where she was sat reclined in the seat, glancing confused between the front seats.

"Damn...this gun heavy as hell in my bag." She spoke, making sure they heard it. She was playing, she knew they'd never have her in no real danger.

"Good, you might need it." Leek giggled. "Dis nigga hate yo' ass."

Camarro chuckled, meeting eyes with her in the backseat. "Relax, nigga." He told her before returning his eyes to the road. "We just taking a detour real quick."

"Niggas talking bout they got a gun in they bag." Leek shook his head at her antics.

Syara leaned back in her seat, but quickly sat back up. The leather of the seats on top of her blouse on her skin was irritating her. She was starting to get overstimulated, she could feel every bump and shake that the car made on the Oakland roads.

Luckily, the bag she had left in Camarro's truck when he picked her up that morning, had a change of clothes.

Unfortunately, the thought of having to wait all the way until they got to where they were going and then having to drive back to the trap where she would be counting money to change clothes, physically made her itch more than she had been already.

She never wore silk for a reason. It was setting her entire body off, she felt like little ants were crawling all over her body, and the seat was extremely hot under her behind.

"Can I change when we get to wherever we're going?" She was trying extremely hard not to cuss at him right now. He hadn't told her anything about a fuckass detour. But..it was his car.

"You alright back there, brother?" Leek asked, with a laugh in his voice.

"No, nigga." She broke. "It's hot as fuck innis car and I can feel my fucking clothes and now niggas wanna take a damn detour. Fuck you mean is I'm alright?"

"Fuck you mean you could feel your clothes, dumb nigga?" Leek scrunched his face, still playing with her. "Ain't you supposed to?"

"You 'bout dumb as shit." She responded, making Camarro laugh. These two had been at it since the day they met. He swore they bickered like siblings. " You better pray to God that the dumbest person alive don't die 'cuz you next up, ratface ass nigga."

"Nigga, you look like Rasputia with braids." He responded, laughing so hard he could barely get his words out. "Fuck on wit' that shit."

"Marro?" She asked.

"What, Ocho?" He asked through his laughs.

"You know what I'm talking about right?" She asked, she knew he knew what she meant. "Like when you can feel everything and yo' skin be on fire?"

"Nah, nigga, you trippin'." He replied, making a turn on a street she'd been down before, but hadn't been at often.

She mugged him from the backseat.

"Itchin' like a fiend, nigga is you coo'?" Leek asked, still dying laughing.

"Nigga, is you?" She asked him in return.

"Okay, okay." Camarro's laughter was dying down. He wasn't trying to hear them arguing again. "I'm playing, I know what you mean, brother, you ca' change when we get there."

"Thank you." She sighed, tense in her seat. "Fuck nigga." She mouthed to Leek.

"Do you wanna fight?" He turned in his seat. He knew if they fought again that she wasn't playing with him, but he'd never hit her full force.

"Oh, girl please." She dismissed him. "You don't want this."

Less than a minute later, Camarro sped up before coming to a halt in front of a house.

Syara was too busy setting things right in her large bag to look up at the house. She was preparing her clothes for when she hopped out.

"Elijah!" Camarro called out the window.

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A/N: Guess who's backkkkkk
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