Yaris
After I left Dan’s house, I was a little put off. I mean he still put it down, but it wasn’t as passionate as it always is. It was like his head was somewhere his dick wasn’t. He didn’t look at me the same way he did before he left on his little trip. I tried questioning him, but he told me it was nothing. Confused and curious, I call up Spin. He was with him the entire time and he would know. “Hello?” Spin spoke into the phone. “Spin, can I talk to you for a second?” I ask. “Yaris? Yeah wassup?” he said. “You were with Daniel the entire time in AC right?” I asked. “Yeah, I mean up until we split up in the casino. But yeah we were together pretty much the entire time.” Spin said informally. “Why y’all split up in the casino? Where Dan go?” I asked, getting curious. “Well me and Rog went to go chase some honey’s around the hotel. Dig went to play Blackjack.” he replied. “Oh…look I don’t mean to involve you in our business and all, but would you know why Dig has been a little down? I mean I went to his house yesterday and we fucked, but it wasn’t the same. It was like he wasn’t even there.” I explained. “Ughh, don’t nobody wanna hear allat manee! Listen, Dig was playing blackjack and he lost some money, maybe that’s why.” he said. “But he has money? Why would be mad at losing money?” I asked, confused as a motherfucker. “I mean Dig HATES losing, more than he love winning so it’s just on his mind for the time being.” he replied. “Oh, alright thanks Spin.” I said sincerely. “Yeah, goodbye.” he said hanging up. Well Damn I thought, staring at my phone. I decide to text
Me: Hey baby! I couldn’t help but notice how down you were yesterday. Want me to come see you? I’ll make you that Arroz Habichuela y Carne you like so much and make you some flan ;)
Daniel: Nah, I’m chilling wit the blades tonight.
Me: Alright, well…call me later?
Daniel: iight.
Something was definitely up with him, and I’m gonna find out.
DJ SpinKing
I finished getting out the shower and called Dig to come through, I gotta talked to him about what just happened. He knocked and I swung the door open “Yo son! Yaris just called! Damn, dig you was thinking bout shorty from the casino, while you was getting the cake from Yaris?!!” I asked. “Damn! No hello?” he replied, walking in. “No hello, you knew you was coming over. Why I gotta say hello? Anyway, first off, how the hell did Yaris get my number?” I asked, sitting down. “You gave it to her remember that time I lost my phone in the club and we split up to look for it. You gave it to her just in case we found it.” he jogged my memory. “Oh right. Why the hell she calling me though? I’m not trying to be in y’alls relationship and shit, that’s why I’m not in one my self.” I said. “What happened anyway?” I asked. “Iight man look, I had just got in my house, when my uncle called asking about why I been M.I.A in the industry and told me to come Tuesday and let him hear my new music. Then all of a sudden Yaris walk in my room naked. She was doing all that sexy shit I like, trying to get me off the phone. Bruh she was griniding of my dick, getting that shit rock hard. Once I got off the phone, we start going at it, but like…” he stopped. “But what nigga?” I asked anxiously. “The girl from casino’s face popped up in my head. Like I don’t know what she did man, like I blocked out Yaris and was just reliving the entire scene over and over again in my head.” he said, sighing and rubbing the back of his head. Damn, my boy in his feelings heavy. “Damn son, what you gon do? Yaris your girl and all, do you feel like you need to tell her this?” I asked. "Bruh, we not together. We just chill" he tried to defend. "NIGGA, IF SHE CALLING YA BLADES ASKING ABOUT YOU, IN HER EYES Y’ALL ARE TO-GETH-ERRRR!" I said, emphasizing the obvious. "Damn, you right. I need to straighten that out, huh?" he asked. "I mean if you want to go ahead and make it official, let her know. But if not, tell her like it is and be done with her. Girls hate being used, they turn into bitches after that shit." I told him straight up. "Damn son you right. Imma call her after I leave here and lay it all out with her." he said, getting up. "Alright man, whatever you do, do it now so you can save yourself the trouble." I said, giving dap. He left and I just sat on my couch thinking, he gonna mess this up watch! I thought.
Heather
I showed to work early, just to get caught up on anything I may have missed will being in Atlantic City. “Heather, why are you so early?” my boss asked, walking in with Starbucks. “I just wanted to catch myself up on anything I may have missed while being away.” I replied. “Oh certainly, I can assure you haven’t missed much. How was your trip to Atlantic City anyway? Do you gamble?” she asked, pulling up a chair. “To be honest boss, it was a complete disaster. There was a shooting and I happened to survive it, but there was this guy…” I started getting the shakes from reliving the scene again. “What about the guy Heather? What happened?” she asked. “When I first walked into the casino, I accidently bumped into a guy, spilling his drink on his really expensive shirt. When I got the chance to take a look at him, he was the most gorgeous man I have ever laid my eyes on. We eventually sparked up a intellectually-stimulating conversation. He actually asked me about myself instead of trying to find the right phrase to get into my pants.” I said, while typing. “And what happened to him?” she asked, attentively. “He was in the middle of telling me something about being Russian and before I knew anything, there was gunfire. He tackled me to ground and covered me with his body against the gunfire.” I said lowly. “OH MY GOD!” my boss said, clutching her chest. “Yeah, I know. It turns out the gunman were after him because once they took him, the gun fire stopped and they were gone. Once I heard the gunfire stop, I got up and seen dead bodies everywhere.” I said, letting a tear fall. “God Heavens, Heather. Are you okay? Were you hurt?” she asked, looking for any wounds. “No, I’m just…a little shaken up, and scared. I’ve had bad dreams about it since it happened and it was two days ago.” I said, rubbing my hand across my neck. “You look pale honey, here take this, go to Starbucks and get that Mocha Frappucino and apple fritters you love so much and go home. You can come back tomorrow.” she said, giving me a 10-dollar bill. “Oh no, I can’t take this. I’m fine, really..” I said, pushing it away. “Heather Winters, it is an order. You’ll thank me later.” she said, rubbing my back. “Okay, thanks boss.” I said, getting my things together. Once I shut my station light off, I walked a block to Starbucks. Once I stepped inside, the smell of fine fritters and coffee made my stomach growl. I didn’t even recognize that I hadn’t eaten anything. I thought. “Hi, how may I take your order.” the cashier asked. “Yes, my name is Heather Winters and I’d like an apple fritter and a 16 oz, Hazelnut Frappucino with Soy Milk and Whipped Cream please?” I asked. “Yes ma’am, that’ll be $7.30.” she said, completing the order on the register. I handed her the 10, got my change and went to sit down and wait for my order. I took out my compact to see my face, when I seen what my boss was talking about. I was pale beyond acceptable, I had medium bags forming under my eyes and my eyes were somewhat red. Why didn’t I see this before? I bet the cashier thought I was a druggie or something. I wonder if Nichola is alive. Is he okay? Was he hurt? Why’d those men take him? "Ma’am, your order is ready." the cashier said, holding my order. "Oh thanks." taking my drink and fritter heading out the door. I walk the fifteen minutes back to my apartment building, when I seen someone I did not want to see, Brad. "What do you want? I thought I told you never talk to me again." I say, walking past him, unlocking my door. "I just wanted to talk. I heard you were in a shoot out with some rich Romeo dude." he said, laughing to himself. "Well at least he didn’t clean out my trust fund and blow all on a failed business venture!" I say, putting down my Starbucks beginning to close the door on him. He put his foot in the doorway "I’ve already apologized for that Heather. And it wasn’t a failed business venture, it’s still up an running." he said. "Brad it’s a goddamn strip club! All the strippers are drug addicts. What type of constant money is coming in? None. I can’t believe you sweet talked me into signing off on that." I say, shaking my head. "That wasn’t all I did." he said, smiling to himself. I roll my eyes "Well now that you’ve bothered me you can leave now." I say, trying to close the door again. "Look Heather I want to talk to you." he said, pushing against the door. I new getting him to leave wouldn’t be easy, so I thought of something quick. "Oh my god, I dropped my earring. Do you see it in the hallway?" I ask, covering my ear with the ‘missing’ earring. "Hold on, let me look." he said standing back. "Those my favorite earrings, do you see it Brad?" I said in a fake whiny voice. "Were you over here?" he asked pointing to the wall, by the steps. "Over there. Do you see it?" I asked. "No, where else?" he asked, still looking at the floor. "On my ear, I found it asshole" I said, before slamming the door and locking it. He began knocking repeatedly "Heather we will talk sooner or later. Choice or by force." he said, before walking out of the building. What the hell was that supposed to mean? What do we need to talk about? He has all of my money, what else does he want from me? I plop on my couch, enjoy my Starbucks and fall asleep.
