Finding My Way

Chapter 2

"Seven? Shit, I can't stay in this traffic!"

I merged over to the furthest lane then took the next exit off the Interstate. Not only am I late getting home, but if I don't get any gas soon I will either be hitch hiking or just sitting beside the road. It'd be too embarrassing for someone in a Bugatti to run out of gas.

I stopped at the nearest gas station then got out. I would pay for gas with my card, but Malcolm might not believe me if I tell him I had to get gas with the card. I don't even know why I have the card, I never use it. I should probably start though, he might get suspicious about that.

Hopefully no one tries to break into this fancy ass thing while I'm in the store. That's why I don't like driving a fancy car and wearing expensive things, I'm not trying to get robbed!

I walked in the store and over to the long line of people waiting to pay for their stuff. It'll be a miracle if I get home in a decent time.

I was about to take a step forward, but someone caught my attention with a question. "Adrianna Mangham?"

I turned to recognize a guy that I went to high school with. He still looks as handsome as he did then, his olive complexion is a bit more tanned and he's a little taller now though.

"Gregory McGhee? Hey! How have you been?"

I reached for a handshake and got a hug. A nice, warm hug. Wow, he smells so nice. He smells like that Red Ralph Lauren stuff that Malcolm wears.

"I've been good. Look at you all grown up." He chuckled.

I put my hand on my side then his facial expression changed. He grabbed my hand, looking at my ring.

"Damn! Who's the lucky guy? This look like one of them million dollar celebrity rings."

"Next costumer in line!"

Well that's convenient.

I walked up to the counter. "Can I get fifty on pump twenty please?" I gave her the money.

When I turned to walk away I smiled at Gregory. "It was nice seeing you again, take care Gregory." He was about to say something but I continued to walk.

By the time I got situated behind my steering wheel, it was almost thirty minutes after seven.

"Shit, I need some driving music."

I turned up the volume to the radio.

"tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard

Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood..."

I turned it off as I left out the parking lot. I do not like Beyonce's music anymore. I would be lying if I said I didn't like some of her old music though. It's just that now she's just so damn overrated. She came out with a top secret album with a video for every song. Shit, so? ANY artist could pull that shit off if they really wanted to, so what's the big deal with her doing it? I can name a bunch of female artists that are a thousand times better than she is. She is not a real queen, she is not real royalty, she's just an overrated chick with somebody's baby and a husband with big ass soup coolers. Quianna and Tiffany can worship Beyonce all they want to, I'll never bow down. Fuck that!

By the time I made it home it was a few minutes after eight. I'm over an hour late.

I took a deep breath before stepping in the dining room where everyone is.

"Hi family. It's nice to see you all." I put on the brightest, most fake smile I could muster up. "My apologies for not being punctual. Traffic is outrageous on the weekends, so I should have managed my time a little better."