The Saint & The Sinner

CHAPTER 20

Maurice Below - His Perspective Too !

     Today was coo as hell, especially hanging with Armani and Malaysia. I was kind of stunned when I found out star student had a nigga, but hey her best friend feelin a nigga and she sexy as hell too. It's a win win, but I need to see who this nigga is.

     After school was out, I walked the girls to their car which I didn't park far from. I drove my white Challenger here. I bought it last year before my senior year. 

     "Alright ladies. I guess I'll see you all tomorrow ?" I said in a more questionable way. 

     "Yes you will." I hugged them both individually, and walked over into the next row to my car. Starting the engine, I sped out of the school parking lot. 

Armani

     Instead of going straight to DeAngelo's house, I had to meet the girls at the gym for drill team and cheer practice. I grabbed my practice clothes from the back, and walked into the gym changing. My body was nice, and I was nowhere near insecure, so I didn't mind changing in front of everyone. 

     "You're glowing honey. Hips getting wider, and your chest got bigger. Your face did too." I rolled my eyes and threw my shirt over the rest of my body. 

     "Girl quit examining me. Ain't nothing change on me. My skin has always glowed." Malaysia smacked her lips. 

     "I mean yea, but no. This is a different glow. A sexy one. Whatever it is I like it." I laughed, and playfully pushed her. 

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     Practice was long, and I was ready to go home....well to DeAngelo's house. I was ready to have my own place now, but I needed a little more money in my pocket before I went and did that, but I know I can't stay at DeAngelo's forever. I hugged Malaysia and kissed her cheek before we departed. I drove to the gas station, because my gas tank was getting low. 

     "$40 on 11 please." I passed her the money, and walked back out. I stood beside my car waiting for it to finish pumping. 

     "Excuse me ma'am ?" I looked over at this man who was freshly dressed. He was darkskin, tall, and handsome. 

     "Uhm yes ?" He stuck his hand out, and I shook it. 

     "Mr. Elba. I'm manager of Young & Black Entertainment (made up)  and I just wanted to tell you that you are just so pretty." I smiled thanked him. 

     "I work for a modeling and magazine company. You have the face, body, and smile for it. You seem like you have a lot of potential. I would like for you to join our team, only if you are interested. How old are you if you don't mind me asking ?" 

     "18 sir." He nodded. 

     "Great. Look here's my number on my card, but if you can't reach me, call the office and leave your name and number. What's your name sweetie so I can make a note of it ?" 

     "Armani." He nodded. 

     "Okay Armani, if you are interested, give me or my office a call, and I'll set everything up." I nodded and thanked him taking his shiny business card. I pulled our of the gas station, and continued to DeAngelo's house.
     When I got there, he wasn't there, so I went straight to the room I was staying in, and walked inside the bathroom to shower. I washed my hair and left it thick and curly to air dry. I put on a pink spaghetti strap t shirt with my gray Aeropostale shorts. I put on white high knee socks, and my fuzzy house slippers. I picked up the card and played with it debating on whether to call or not. It gives me an opportunity to put myself out there, a source of income, and a possible scholarship for college. Well my grades and cheer is for that, but that would just be an extra push. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number instead of the office number. Gladly he picked up on the 3rd ring.

Phone Call
Mr. Elba : Hello ? Mr. Elba speaking.

Armani : Hi Mr. Elba, it's Armani. We spoke at the gas station not too long ago about modeling.

Mr. Elba : Yes. Yes. How can I forget? You decided very quickly.

Armani : I guess I did huh ? I've given it some thought, and I want to take on this experience and build a rep for myself along with it.

Mr. Elba : I like your thinking. See there's the potential. What would be the perfect day and time for you to come down, talk, and see everything​. Maybe meet a few people as well.

Armani : Tomorrow around 12 would be fine.

Mr. Elba : Tomorrow around 12 is perfect. The address is on the card​. I'll see you tomorrow. Come casual but professional.

Armani : Will do. Goodnight Mr. Elba.

Phone call

     "Mr. Elba ? Who's that?" I jumped up to his sudden voice.
     "I didn't hear you come in, and this man I met at the gas station a few minutes ago. He owns this modeling company and wanted me to join. He says I have potential." I said waving the card.
     "That's good news. So you decided to go through with it ?" I nodded.
     "Yeah. I go down tomorrow around 12. Can you take me ?" He thought for a minute, then nodded.
     "Yeah. Where it's at ?" I handed him the card, and turned the TV on.

"Today a young man by the name Tyrell Jackson was murdered. Shot and stabbed to death right down the street of his home on Oxford. The suspect have not been identified and there are no surveillance footage either, so if you know anything that regards this crime, please report it. Small details count too. Again his name was Tyrell Jackson, age 23. I'm Lisa Renose, and I'm reporting live from KNS."

The picture of the boy sickened me, but ran chills down my back. It was the stupid ass boy I got into that fight with at McDonald's. I looked over at DeAngelo who was trying to avoid my eye contact.
     "I need to go downstairs real quick." I didn't say anything. I just stared at him as he walked out. My instincts are telling me he had something to do with it by the way he was acting, and he was pissed when he found out about​ the fight and bruises I had. I really had no emotion, but I did feel bad he was murdered. There was nothing I could do so, I turned the TV off and laid back on the bed trying to fall asleep.