Never Stop Being You

Chapter Eleven

|Chapter Eleven|

- Kyrie

I watched Devyn sip on her coffee. We were at Miami International Airport. We had already did all the procedures and now we were waiting to board our plane.

"Kyrie. What if my dad gets the police involved?" She stressed.

"Don't worry. I know plenty of dirty law enforcement," I reassured her. She nodded her head and finished sipping on her coffee.

I thought back to just about two hours ago. Her dad was crazy as hell. With all due respect, Devyn is a grown ass woman. She bout to be 18 soon and is gonna' graduate soon. They can't keep treating her like a baby! He was trynna' act like I'm kidnapping her or something. Shaking my damn head.

I chuckled at the thought.

"What's funny?" She asked.

"Yo' pops," I spoke. She just rolled her eyes.

They called our flight and we boarded the plane. Once we got settled, the flight-attendant (who was fine as hell) went through procedure. She came down the aisle asking passengers if they needed anything. She stopped at us. "Can I help you with anything?"  "Yeah can I get a Strawberry Rita'?" I asked.

She smiled. "ID please."

"Do you really need that baby? You can very well see that I'm a grown man," I spoke sweetly to her knowing damn well I'm only 18. She nodded and looked at Devyn. "Anything for you?"

"Water please," Devyn said blandly. The lady walked off and I couldn't help but to look behind her. That dress fit just right on her.

"So do you call everyone boo and baby?" Devyn asked, taking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah pretty much."

"Oh," she said dryly.

"Why? You must be getting jealous?" I asked chuckling.

"Hell no," she scoffed.

"Girl don't play like you don't like me."

"No need to play when I can be forreal," she said.

The lady came back with our drinks and she handed me a piece of paper. I gave her a tip. She was sexy as hell but I doubt that I'll ever even see this bitch again. She wasted her time writing her number down.

"I'm not gonna' use it if that's what you thinking," I told Devyn as she looked at the paper.

"I don't really care what you do with it."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because that's none of my damn business."

"Language please and well, maybe you should make it yours." She just looked at me and I winked at her. She rolled her eyes.

"So tell me about yourself," I said while sipping on my Rita'. It was just right and sweet.

"You're such a weirdo. What is there to tell?" She asked.

"Well I'm assuming that your 17 years of life aint been filled with just nothing."

"You're right. Well, I'm mixed with black and white. I've come to accept the fact that I can not change that. My full name is Devyn Gracelin-Raye Wright. My dad is a big businessman and my mother is a therapist, who recently birthed twins. I've been what people call 'rich' all my life but it hasn't been easy. I use to be different. I use to be a strong black girl and my mom would teach me all my history but then I started to be a daddy's girl and my life changed. I shut my mother's black family out only to get shut out by my father's white family. They used to adore me and now they absolutely hate to see me or my mother's face. Today my dad used the word 'nigger' and it made me cringe. Besides that, I'm pretty blessed. I've always been smart and never been in trouble with the law. My favorite color is white; my favorite foods are sushi and bananas. I like to do math. That's pretty much it," she sighed.