Jacques Webster is used to being the center of attention, he's used to captivating everybody with his talent, creativity and his actions.
After meeting a woman who seemed to have the world on her shoulders he attempts to help her out from under her...
Alright. Now that the introduction is over and done with. I'll be going into first person point of view, because I'm finding I'm becoming uncomfortable with third person. Sorry for the switch up.
I took a deep breath and turned to her because God knows if I got angrier this car would crash.
"Where are we going?" I asked, in what I believe was the gentlest voice I could make.
"I can't disclose that. Sit back, relax and shut the fuck up." She said, she pulled to the edge of the line of traffic and plugged her phone in, opening her music app and handing the phone to me.
She handled the vehicle like it was an extension of herself. Fast and powerful.
I looked at her phone, choosing the Yeezus album, I selected I'm In It and she looked over at me. Then focused back on the road.
"Imma badman, yuh fi know seh. Disrespect, we nuh tek that no way, Jose, try that pon February the 30th. That's right couldn't try that no day. When we roll on pon yuh block nuh bodda feel seh we woe spray. Like an aerosol can." She rapped to the bridge.
"How do you Jamaicans do that with your slang?" I asked as I observed her not even lose a breath.
"Slang?" She asked.
"Yeah, they way y'all speak."
She hit the break hard at a stoplight.
"It is not slang. It is my native dialect, it is a mixture of West African language and English. Never call it slang. I don't care what does Toronto people or those British people are doing or saying. Respect my fucking culture." She said pulling into the yard of an old church.
I was speechless, and that's rare, that's fucking rare. She was so passionate about her culture. And it reminded me of me and Houston.
She parked the car switched it off and sat back for a minute taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh.
She looked over at me.
"Yo, sorry I have a really fucked up temper but dawg this is all I'm asking of you, stay in the car, the windows are tinted deep enough for no one to see you. So stay in the car."
I looked at her and nodded. Mugging my face and settling into the seat.
She left the keys in the car and pushed the button for the trunk. Walked to it and walked to the front of the car with a medium sized black case.
She looked hot as fuck, her ass bouncing as she walked. She had put my jacket on now and left her legs bare where her shorts ended, and she strutted sexily towards the front of the building.
She sat on the steps and checked her watch the gold glinted against the Sun.
I watched her. I couldn't stop watching her. I watched when she took a blunt from her bra and lit up.
Her lips curled around the blunt and the only thing I could think about was them on mine.
She checked her watch again,
2pm. Is it what it said on my phone. A car pulled up beside hers, it was a red Yaris. Two men got out and it got me suspicious as fuck, these men looked like linebackers, like they could step on her like ants, and she's already almost taller than me.
They left their car with a larger case than the one she brought, lugging it up the steps, they stopped and turned to look through the windshield of her car and I sank deeper in my seat. I don't wanna get into no fuck shit. I came here for vacation.
They turned towards her and continued walking, I saw her clench her jaw and pull her locs back and take another pull from her blunt.
They went up the steps towards her and she nodded to them. She picked up her case and opened it away from me and towards them. They nodded, one of em stooped down and opened the case and I could only see a glint of metal catch the Sun.
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