The Book Of Syn (Newly Edited) ✔️

Chapter 20: The Interior

Chapter Twenty

Syn

"Everybody's 'like he's no item'. Please don't like 'em, he don't wife em. He one nights 'em. I never listened, no. I shoulda figured though. All that shit you was spittin' so unoriginal." I bobbed my head to Jhene Aiko, closing my eyes as we drove down the highway, so into the lyrics. "I don't need you, I don't need you, I don't need you, I don't need you. I still want you." I opened my eyes to look over at Zeno who glanced at me and shook his head.

He started laughing. "Man, I swear this chick got y'all girls in a limbo," he said as he took the aux chord from my hand and plugged it into his phone.

I snatched the aux chord from him and he looked at the road. "What you mean she got us in a limbo?" I asked and he chuckled which looked so damn sexy, but I wasn't going to give in just like that even though I already had.

"How you don't need us but you want us? Y'all in a damn limbo," he explained. "You want us then you don't. This chick got y'all in y'all feelings for real."

I rolled my eyes as he plugged the aux chord in his phone and Drake emerged from the speakers.

I laughed. "But you're listening to Drake? Double standard much?"

"Don't worry about me, my radio and my music."

I sat back in my seat and rolled my eyes as he turned up Drake's over emotional ass. It made me loudly groan. I really hated being in a car without conversation, especially if Drake was going to play the whole way to the furniture store. Plus I wanted to know way more about Zeno than him being my older brother's friend.

"So," we both said at the same time and he laughed.

"You go first," I said and he glanced at me quickly as we got off of I95 onto Hollywood Boulevard.

"What made you go and live with six brothers instead of with your aunt?" he asked.

I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. Maybe because my aunt was a cold hearted bitch that barely cared about what I did and brought around any man who dared put their hands on me. It took one incident to happen in front of Santana for him to almost murder my aunt, which resulted in me living with seven other people like I was in an episode of College Hill or some type of shit.

"Brothers and sisters don't separate. Especially after losing my parents. I really wanted to be with just my brothers because they were the only ones who knew how I was feeling at the time." I chuckled. "As much as I hate my brothers, in a way they're always there for me. It took a while to deal with a lot though," I explained and he turned into the parking lot to park in the closest parking spot closest to the doors of Crate and Barrel.

He then put the car in the park and took the key out of the ignition. "What did you have to deal with?" he asked. "You had to have your own room and bathroom and a lot of privacy, so what was the problem?"

"I mean there were constant women who came up in the house wanting to fight me because they thought I was some other chick, or my brothers just being plain fat asses eating shit that I buy. It gets stressful sometimes but they're there for me when anything happens. Especially Santana."

He nodded. "Yeah I know that. All those years that I've known Santana he's never mentioned a sister."

"Because he knew the reaction he would get. Most likely his friends trying to get with me. I mean Santana and my brothers lived separately from my parents for a while. It was just me and my little brother Stephan, but my mom decided to move all the boys into one house. So that's why I am a mystery." I smiled, opening the door to get out.

He got out and took my hand into his own, and I gave him a puzzled look. "You better take my hand and cross the street." I looked at him and laughed and started to cross the street until he pulled me towards him, making us suddenly lock eyes. "You hard headed you know that?"

I smiled. "I get that a lot."

He shook his head and we crossed the street together to the store, and had gone inside. We walked hand in hand through the store.

"Now that's fit for a king," he said excitedly, jumping on top of the Alaskan king bed. Then he laid down and closed his eyes.

"Um you got..." I looked down at the price and took two steps back and put my hand on my hip. "Two thousand dollars?" I coughed heavily, feeling sick from the price.

Zeno got off the bed and walked over to me. "This is nothing. Five years of being locked up, I still had cash flow. Anything that I want I can get."

I rolled my eyes walking past the bed and traveled through the store for more things for his house.

After two hours of picking out different things for his place, I casually strolled through the aisles looking at these ridiculous ass prices. Three hundred dollars for a lamp was so unnecessary.

"Damn girl, how you gonna leave me like that?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and it made me laugh.

"I was just looking at the three hundred dollar lamps that's sitting here, that's all."

"Come on man. You know what I said earlier."

I nodded my and went to the cash register where all his orders were placed and stood next to him.

"Well your total will be five thousand two hundred fifty dollars," the cashier said as she looked at Zeno with goo-goo eyes, like she ain't ever seen a man walk through the store before. She typed slowly on the register as if she had to take in every inch of good looks that Zeno had before he left. "Would you like to have professional designers come in and design the home with the items that you've bought?"

I raised my brow and leaned back slowly, then felt a pinch on my back.

He shook his head. "Look, I'm cool and all but I got my designer right here." He pulled me close to him but my mind was still on home girl who eyed me. Even though my eyebrows were on fleek today, she didn't want to see my 'Fuck With Me' face.

"Well if you need anyone, my name is Bria— house designer— and if you need a designer I'm one phone call away," she said, handing Zeno her card and the receipt.

He politely smiled and grabbed both, and we left the store and got into the car.

Once inside I sat there, straight face, just a little upset. I don't know what I was feeling but I hated it.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked and I sat there. I took out my phone to check Twitter. He raised his brow and grabbed my face to turn it toward his and licked his lips. "If you stressed about home girl you're wasting your time. A lot of chicks could come after me while you stand right in front of me, but my eyes and mind still gonna be on you, got me? You got something all these other chicks don't have. I don't know what but imma' find out. I knew it was something when you threw my flowers in the trash," he joked and I smiled as his fingers squished my face before he let go.

"I already told you I hate flowers."