Shit Just Got Real

Chapter seven- The beach party

2 Weeks Later•

I took the earplugs out of my ears and walked off the plane. I gave them my passport and all that and walked out the airport.

I looked behind me and saw Tavaeca struggling to carry my bags. Yeah so what I'm making him carry my bags. It's too damn heavy!

I saw a taxi man standing in front of his car. I quickly walked over to him before anyone else saw him and took him.

"Can you give me a ride to Hellshire Beach?" I asked the man. I was in Kingston, Jamaica at the Norman Manley airport and Hellshire Beach is in Portmore. It was about an hour an half drive from here.

"Yeah mon, It's going to be $500 (Jamaican Currency) with your suitcase them" he told me.

"I have someone else with me" I said as I turned around and pointed to Tavaeca still trying to get all the bags over to where I am. I swear this nigga weak as fuck!

"Yeah $1000 then" the man said as he took the toothpick out his mouth.

I payed the man, got into the old taxi car and the man put out bags into the truck, finally after Tacaeva got them over here.

The man came in and started the car.

I laid my head on Tacaeva's shoulder and he put his hand around my neck. I was tired after the long plane ride. And I kind of think of Tavaeca as a boyfriend.

2 hrs later•

I felt someone shaking on me lightly saying, "Angel, Angel"

I blinked my eyes open and saw Tavaeca looking at me. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, stretching abit and walked out the car.

I went and stood in front of Tavaeca and leaned slightly on him. The taxi man took out or bags and put them on the warm sand. My grandma's house that I would be staying with along with Tavaeca is in Kingston but they're having a party on the beach to celebrate the anniversary of my sister and I leaving. Ironic isn't it?

Tavaeca grabbed the bags and we walked to the car that my so called "mom" Erica got my grandmother. Tacaeva picked the trunk's lock and put our bags in there. Then shut it and we made our way down the beach.

My family don't know I'm in Jamaica. That's why I had to pick the trunk. I'm surprising them I just want to know if they remember me.

I ran down to the beautiful blue shore. Oh how much I miss Jamaica's beautiful beaches.

I looked out onto the beach and turned around and jammed to the music. No one really didn't know who I was!!! I was just like okay I see how it is but then I became furious!

I passed a couple of my old friends hearing them talk about me. Did I really get this sexy that they don't remember me?!

I walked over to the bar and saw my uncle serving drinks. I asked for a grape vodka. He passed it to me.

I looked at him and asked, "You really don't fucking remember who I am?"

"Umm no...." He gave me a confused look.

I shook my head, "You don't remember about your sweet little angel?" I asked a little loud.

His confused face lit up. I shook my head and got up and walked away. I passed Tavaeca talking to my old friends. I got jealous. Isn't he my boyfriend?!? Oh.... We didn't really agree about that.

His charm was ahunna. I saw my friend Tatiana flipping her hair and doing a twirl trying to show the ass she wish she had. She's wearing pink Capri jeans with a light yellow tank top that says "Im pretty, yeah I know." It's not that she was ugly it was that she was all up on my man. She has chocolate skin, brown eyes and cherry lips.