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Nobody's d*ckhead - Part 1

Jade desperately wanted to forget everything that had happened at TP's party. But the image of her brother's bloody face was vividly etched into her memory and she could feel the blurred chaos of the previous night still clinging stubbornly to her skin. With one brother in prison, and the other acting so recklessly, she was scared. Frightened of losing the little that she had. Adrenaline steadily pumped through her body and the feeling of fear that hung over her head rapidly turned into a ring of frustration. She wanted to heal her brother's wounds, physical and otherwise but it seemed like the more she tried to help her brothers and make sense of them, the more twisted and complicated things became. And then she got angry.

Her anger was like a fire, it burned slow and consumed everything in it's path. Jade wanted to suffocate the flames of her fury and watch them diminish but they were so intent on destruction. She had always prided herself on self control knowing that if she allowed her anger to take over she would be no better than Kai and James. But it felt like everyone she knew was keeping something from her and she was tired of being taken for a fool. Jade always tried to be the much needed voice of reason within her friendship circle but she was constantly taken for granted, constantly ignored. Anger and violence were the only things that anyone seemed to take seriously, so that was exactly what they were going to get. She stared at Chinasa's front door, eyeing the glossy red paint with her finger hovering over the door bell and hoped that her friends weren't about to get burnt

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The old romantic drama 'Love Jones' was playing on the Tv in Chinasa's bedroom. She sat on her messy king sized bed and mouthed the words to her favourite film while working a wide tooth comb through her hair, slowly de-tangling her tight curls. Chinasa loved everything about the movie, the effortless acting, the sensuous mood, the erotic scenes. She was all about the turn up but sometimes she just needed to kick back and explore her collection of dvds. She thought that a chill evening was needed especially after what had unfolded at Tp's party. Although the troublemaker in Chinasa cared little for consequence she still hadn't anticipated how quickly things escalated. She regarded her hung over friend briefly, remembering how lost Angel was in drunken bliss while the drama unravelled around her. Chinasa had taken the time to fill her in on everything that had happened oblivious to the fact that Angel had not only anticipated everything that went down at the party, but depended on it.

She was stationed by the window with a menthol cigarette wedged between her top and bottom lip, remnants of her nude lipstick staining the white filter paper. She kept one sceptic eye on the tv, and the other on her phone as she waited impatiently for Shaquan to let her know that he was close by. The sooner she spoke to Shaquan the sooner she could be with James, wrapped in his embrace or casually sitting beside him, either one would suit her just fine. Just being around him calmed her, she felt like she could be herself completely, he was just as messed up as she was so Angel never felt inadequate in his presence.

" Larenz Tate is giving me so much life in this, like he's giving me that yeah I'm highly educated but will fuck you like I'm dumb vibe" Chinasa giggled loudly causing a wide smile to stretch itself across her face and the skin around her eyes to crinkle.

Angel rolled her eyes in response, she hated 90s movies, especially the ones about love. Chinasa would be filled with overwhelming feelings of nostalgia and content whenever she watched old movies like Love & Basketball or Poetic Justice but those same movies often left Angel feeling irritated. She thought that the unrealistic plot lines and erratic characters did nothing but sell girls dreams.

Angel perhaps had a low tolerance for  fictional love stories because romance had never done her any favours. She knew that if a guy offered to take her to The Shard or booked a hotel it was simply because they wanted to have a pretty girl on their arm or they wanted to fuck. There was never anything thoughtful or personal about it, and she had been okay with that for a very long time. Which was why her feelings for James scared her, she had never cared this much before. Now she didn't just want sex or money from a guy. She wanted his time, she wanted his attention, she wanted him to share his secrets and uncover his flaws. And a sickly feeling would rise up in her stomach whenever she didn't get those things.