Own You

Chapter 2

PRESNT DAY

"Help Mya take the bags to the car. I'll wait for Angela to get out of the bathroom," Mason says, after paying for all the snacks and drinks.

Jamal takes a few of the bags and I take the rest. As we walk out of the store, Mason yells, telling him to pump the gas. Jamal reluctantly agrees as we get closer to the RV. Mason bought a huge camper for us to drive in style and comfort. There was plenty of space aboard for the few boxes we had left from our old home.

Jamal hands me the rest of the bags without asking and I fumble around, trying to make sure my grip was solid. Unfortunately, one bag dropped, spilling a bag of chips and Jamal's energy bars. I curse as I bend over to pick them up. With my butt poking out so far, Jamal accidentally brushes against me. Strangely, he was already erect in his pants when I felt him against me.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Just pick the stuff up, hurry and get in the car," Jamal says, gripping my arm and ushering me out of his way.

He isn't exactly upset, but I can tell he's embarrassed. I don't argue with him, though; I grab the fallen snacks and get inside the RV. As if things aren't already weird between us, now I've felt his hardness on me and I'm ashamed to say it felt good. If he wasn't a complete psycho, maybe I wouldn't mind so much. It's still incredibly wrong either way since we're now related.

I headed to the back of the camper where my room was. Unfortunately, the camper Mason wanted to buy wasn't available. This meant we all had to double up on beds. Jamal and I were stuck together in one room on the second level. Our parents were directly above us on the main level. Both rooms were very nice and had soundproofing. I was thankful for that, since my mom and Mason surely had sex every chance they got.

We have a driver by the name of Chuck, and he's in his fifties. He was really nice and played a lot of wonderful music. Even though he was white, he loved old school R&B, so it made the ride more enjoyable. When Jamal goes into our room, I usually opt to stay in the main area and talk with Chuck. I put away all the snacks after putting my jacket in the room.

Chuck is reading a newspaper at the table in the kitchen area.

"The things going on in this world, I tell ya. It's like everything has gone to shit. People killing over race and religion like it's the 1930s, and all the rape. I swear, if the news isn't something about race and politics, its teachers touching their students and worse. I feel bad for your generation," he groans as he closes the newspaper.

"Well, I can't argue with you there," I say, trying to reach the top shelf in the kitchenette.

"Let me get that for you," Chuck offers help by putting the few items I had left in the cupboard.

I thank him, and he smiles at me warmly.

"I think I'm going to go lay down. Thanks again for the help."

"No problem," he says as he walks over to the driver's seat. "And if you wanna, you know," Chuck imitates someone smoking with his fingers to his lips. "We can when everyone goes to sleep. Like last time."

Chuck would occasionally smoke a joint while driving late at night, just to give him a pleasant buzz. At times, I would join him just to take the edge off my anxiety about this whole moving situation. Before I can respond, Jamal enters the RV.

"Where'd you put the Doritos? I'm starving," he asks me while brushing past me.

I ignore his rudeness and point to the cupboard to the bottom right, near the sink. Jamal grabs the chips and sits down on the breakfast nook bench. He ignores me as usual, and I mouth to Chuck that I will smoke with him later. My mother and Mason boarded the RV, and we began the rest of our journey to Chicago. I stayed in our room and avoided Jamal for a couple of hours until he was ready for bed.