His Block

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"How you girls doing?"My uncle Calvin peeked into Kashari's and I's room seeing Morgan and Jamilla both doing their hair in our mirror.

"We're doing fine Daddy, can you stop popping in now?"Kashari groaned as she placed her hoop earrings in her ears.

"I'm sorry, this is Jhenea's first time out the house going somewhere other than school. She's gonna be accompanying Morgan and Jamilla to Ashton's party, I'm kinda worried."His Jamaican accent spoke as he placed his hand on my head ruffling my hair lightly, not enough to mess up the style it was in. 

"You act like we dat' bad Mr. Cal." Morgan spoke up

"You, not so much,"He directed towards Morgan "Jamilla, you frighten me sometimes."

"You see, you always comin' fah' me Mr C. "Jamilla shook her head causing her non-separated curls to bounce in her head.

"Yeah, I know. Just make sure my niece and daughter come back as they left."He warned.

"Okay, they will. I'm sure Ashton isn't gonna let anything happem to them." Jamilla assured.

My uncle nodded his head leaving out the room"My dad be so pressed some times."Kashari complained applying perfume onto herself as she did a 360° turn infront of the mirror. Her ripped icy blue high waisted jeans hugged her minor curves nicely as her maroon halter half top complimented her suede maroon Adidas Superstar sneakers.

Her hoop earrings dangled from her ears as her braids were pulled into a tight bun in the center of her head. She looked pretty with her shiny lip gloss and false lashes. Kashari's style wasn't my style but she definitely pulled her look off.

While she dressed more like she was going on a casual outing, I took a different approach.  My curvy body was fitted in a solid black pencil skirt with an inch slit on both sides. My upper body was dressed in a spaghetti strap flutter crop top that Kashari pressured me into wearing. I decided on a grey knitted duster that I borrowed from aunt April. My footwear, a pair of light brown faux suede pointy toe flats complimented my outing wear.

"Wow Jhenea, you really do got some booty."Morgan mouth fell ajar. She was the most thinnest out of the three in their group so seeing curves seemed a little bit foreign to get. Just by taking a glance at Ms. Shawnt'e, Morgan's mother, you can come to the conclusion that curves don't run in their family.

"Thanks."I politely smiled "I guess."

I let them absorb into conversation as I quietly slipped out of the room. My disappearance went unnoticed due to them talking about the party we will be attending in a few. I take myself to the bathroom that smelled of lemon Clorox wipes and sanitizing products.

I face my reflection in the mirror.  I could pin point all of my flaws and blemishes. All my acne reminded me of something I could never be. I look at all these glamor and fashion magazines and see Beyonce strutting a fresh face that held absolutely no blemishes.  Beyonce herself took care of her facial, hair and everything else containing her beauty. Me on the other hand couldn't even keep up with the disgusting oils that penetrated my face.

I pull the mirror that kept the medicine cabinet shut scanning the shelves for something I have never used. Reaching for the small compact mirror that contained the quick face powder aunt April applied to her facial before her daily hours of work.

Tapping the cotton pad onto the top of my hand, the color matched my caramel complexion nicely. Aunt April would sometimes compliment my complexion saying I was dipped in honey and rolled in diamonds. I never took it serious due to the fact I didn't find myself as appealing as she claimed I was.

I blended the cheap drug store powder onto my face keeping it to a minimum.  I rided my face from any small blemishes or scars. "Jhenea c'mon!"Kashari shouted from our bedroom

"Coming."I responded in a mumbled applying a little more make up onto my face. Finally satisfied with the outcome of the small touch up,  I shut the compact mirror placing it right where I discovered it.  I scan myself in the mirror once more before finally exiting the bathroom.

"Finally, I though you was neva' gone come out. I was 'bout to go in dea' and get'cha."Jamilla says in a melodramatic tone. I literally spent five short minutes in the bathroom and here she is standing before me acting as if I spent an hour.

"I'm out now. Are we ready to go?"I walk around her and into the living room. 

"Yeah,  Darod is out front, they're waitin' fah' us."I nodded grabbing my small clutch that held a few things such as keys, a few dollars and chapstick.

We both stepped outside before saying goodbye to Uncle Calvin.  The first car that caught my orbs was Darod's all black Cadillac SUV that was parked on the side so Kashari's father had no sight of it. Jamilla and I continued our walk to the car. With every step I made I regretted my choice of coming to this get together even more.

I felt as if I knew this night wasn't gonna end right. My anxiety flushed my timid body as I slowed down in walking. "Hurry yo ass up!"Kashari gritted loud enough for my ears to hear.

I roll my eyes strongly "Calm your attitude down, the party isn't running away from you."I pull on the right door handle sitting directly behind Kashari. I could sense her new attitude and persona immediately.  She changes everytime Darod gets around and it's getting pathetic.

She huffs "Duh, but the fuckin' time is, we gotta' be back at 11:30." She responds to my comment with her filthy ways of speaking. It's not like she'll be back that early anyways.

I roll my eyes once more"Alright Kashari. Damon, do you mind starting the car so Kashari doesn't throw an unnecessary tantrum."

"Darod"He corrected

"Yeah that."