Trust No One

Chapter 10: part 2

A/N: OKAY YALL I LIED THIS CHAPTER HAS 3 PARTS PART 3 IS COMING TOMORROW

Chapter 10 part 2: Nika’s

                *Bala’s P.O.V.*

                We pulled up to Nika’s and the block was hot. The block was so hot that we had to park on the field across the street, it was that damn crowded. After we parked we hopped out the car and began to make our way to the small 2 story house. I heard music playin’ and the heavy smell of BBQ was in the air. As I approached the door, I heard a couple people say a quick hey and hi. I replied to some of them but most of them got a glare. If I don’t fuck with you don’t talk to me.  Arrow on the other hand was talkin’ to everybody; I guess the bae is social. I continued through the house, leavin’ Arrow behind to talk to what I could only assume is his crew. When I reached the kitchen the smell of weed, liquor, and Mexican food slapped me in the face. I took in a big breath, I just knew Nika was cookin’ again, and let me tell you anything she cooks is on point.

“Hola, chica.” I heard Nika say as she was takin’ some macaroni out the oven.

“Que pasa, mamacita.” I said back to her.

                Nika is someone I met about a year ago when I went down to Get Right. Get Right is the best salon/ barber shop in all of Sin City.

*Flashback*

It was July 3, and I needed to get my hair done for the big party that Mook was throwin’, everyone was gone be there so you know ya’ girl had to have her shit right, and Tweety had been tellin’ me about this salon, called Get Right. I knew my bitch wouldn’t recommend me any place that’ll fuck yo’ shit up so I knew that this spot had to be the bomb, com so I had to check it out. I pulled up to where Tweety said it was and hoped off one of the many motorcycles Smoke got me. I walked into the, what appears to be small, shop and was surprised to learn it was a lot bigger on the inside than outside. It even had a 2nd floor.

“Hello, welcome to Get Right, where we get yo’ shit right.” I heard some girl say as I walked up to the desk.

“Yea, see my friend Tweety said y’all do hair good, so I’m here to check it out.” I said

“Oh she talkin’ bout my girl Tweety, with ha’ crazy ass. Yea she told me she was gone have ha’ friend comin’ through here.” I looked over to see some girl that was sewin’ hair in say.

“Do you have an appointment?” this female at the desk asked.

“No-“I started but got interrupted.

“Ella es buena, Tweety made ha’ an appointment, send ha’ ova to my chair, any friend of Tweety’s is a friend of mine.” The girl who was sewin’ in hair said.

“Oh okay well just go on ova’ to Nika’s chair.” The girl at the desk said.

I walked over and took a seat in ‘Nika’s’ chair. Nika is about my height and she had a thick Spanish accent. I later found out that she’s Cuban, although she kind of looks like she got a lil’ black in ha’. She has dark tan skin with brown eyes and she’s kind of built, like my cousin Pree. She has thick sort of kinky curly out-the-bottle red hair.

She put the little cover thing on me. “Que pasa, I’m Nika, so what you want done?” I heard the girl ask me.

“Just wash it and flat iron it.” I said to her.

“You sure that’s all you want chica? No curls or nothin’ because I don’t normally get to style long hair.” She asked as she ran her fingers through my hair, I guess she was checkin’ for tracks. No bitch, it’s all real.