The Summer That Changed Our Lives

Chapter 4 - "La bienvenida a Cuba"

(Pablo in multimedia)

LOGAN

I woke up just as the airplane landed. I was stiff as shit and sleepy. I turned to looked around our plane and began to stretch. Jaelyn was still blabbing about her country to a stranger and Pablo was no where to be found. Typical.

It was March 11th, the day after Jaelyn's birthday, and I was tired as ever.

Jaelyn begged us to leave as early as possible and after pleading with our parents, we left at 4 o'clock this morning. All for the birthday girl. It was okay though, most people would be staying home or going to a basic beach for Spring Break. Meanwhile, we would be in a whole 'nother country.

After our flight attendants cleared us to leave, all of the passengers started to disembark the plane while Jaelyn and I waited for Pablo together.

P got off last, and I could see him adjusting his pants and handing a flight attendant some money. This nigga's dick was going to fall off. I rolled my eyes in disgust and Jaelyn mugged him. He laughed and flicked us off, just nasty.

We went into the airport lobby and I could hear a diverse of English and Spanish being spoken all around. Oh my gosh, this was so cool.

Jae grabbed my hand and led me around the lobby while P went to get our baggage.

We went around picking up and reading pamphlets to each other, testing out our Spanish-reading skills. I did pretty decent, while Jaelyn spoke it thoroughly like it was English. Ugly ass.

We walked to meet Pablo by baggage claim and he gave us our bags. We checked to see if everything was correct, then we went out to look for our chauffeur. Pablo said one man would be waiting for us, but instead we saw 3 security guards holding up a sign with each of our names on them.

These niggas looked like kidnappers. This better not be a prank, or I swear to God Pablo was going to be the first person to be killed by me.

P said his uncle, Rick, was the connect for foreign trips, so we let him pick where we would be staying. Rick was supposedly good friends with some rich dude named Pepe that stayed in Havana, so I guess he sent for his security to get us from the airport. I rather a normal chauffeur though, but this was nice too. All I know is, these niggas had to have money from the ass to be doing shit like this.

After we identified ourselves to them, they took our bags and said Pepe was expecting our arrival. I snickered a little and everyone looked at me.

I'm not gonna lie, this man's name had me rolling. Pepe sounded like a food seasoning or some shit. I just hope I can control my laughter in front of him.

We walked out to the parking lot and saw 3 black Escalades with each of our names on one of them. I turned to Jaelyn and Pablo and we all dapped each other up in excitement.

"What y'all waiting for? Get the fuck in your truck!" Pablo said walking to his truck with his security following him.

"OMG! Well have fun, be safe." I called out to them as I walked to my Escalade.

"Bitch we going to the same place, you so dramatic!" Jaelyn yelled back at me, getting into hers. Pablo starting laughing so I picked up a pebble and threw it at his head. They better leave me alone.

Once I got to my truck, my security guard opened the passenger's seat door for me and got into the drivers seat. I hesitated and instead of getting into the passenger's side, I closed the door and went to sit in the back. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow.