GABRIEL. (UNDER CRITICAL EDITING)

Chapter 7

- Gabriel

"Call Kylan and tell him he can still come to the Bahamas." I told Amber, not looking at her.

"Yay! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" She exclaimed.

"It ain't for you, hun." I said, walking to the bathroom. We were suppose to be going on a little double date thing, Wade, Amber, Kylan, and I, but because of what happened, we were leaving Amber at the hotel alone and only Wade and I were going. I took a quick shower, then brushed my teeth and washed my face. I walked back to the bedroom and looked through my drawers and grabbed one my newest outfits.

It was a white half shirt, tied in the front, a black bandeau, some ripped shorts, and black combat boots. I lotioned up, put on some perfume and deodorant, and put on my outfit. I left my puffy hair out and wore my black hoop earrings. My lips were stained with my cherry red lipstick, and I added a little bit of blush to my cheeks. My eyes were decorated with eyeliner and mascara, then my reading glasses. As I finished, Wade was coming out of the other half of the room, buttoning his shirt. He wore a teal button down, some white jeans, and some teal vans. He looked sexy as hell.

"Looking good, bae." I told him, smiling.

"Not as good as you." He kissed me and I grabbed my purse. I threw in my phone, charger, lip glosses, and some personal things, then we headed out.

"Call you in a bit, Am. Don't let me catch you doing something you ain't got no business doing." I told her, leaving the room.

"Don't worry, Gab. You can trust me." I smirked.

"I've tried." And with that, I closed the door.

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We entered the Apache Cafe and took seats in the back to wait for the poets to start. Wade brought me to one the best poetry clubs in Atlanta, knowing that I love poetry. Tonight, the club was featuring Daniel Beaty, one of my favorites.

Wade ordered both of us some mocha lattes as we waited for Mr. Beaty to arrive. After about 30 minutes, a slim, light skinned man got on the stage and spoke into the mic.

"Hello, all. Welcome to Apache Cafe. Tonight we have a very special guest. Please give a warm welcome to Daniel Beaty." I cheered and yelled, knowing I was suppose to snap my fingers. A few people gave me weird looks, and I giggled in return.

"Hey, there." Daniel said. "Good lookin crowd tonight. Um, I'm going to be performing Knock Knock tonight." A few people snapped as Daniel took a quick breath to begin.

(Video of performance above/to the side.)

"As a boy I shared a game with my father.

Played it every morning 'til I was 3.

He would knock knock on my door,

and I'd pretend to be asleep

'til he got right next to the bed,

Then I would get up and jump into his arms.

"Good morning, Papa."

And my papa he would tell me that he loved me.

We shared a game.

Knock Knock

Until that day when the knock never came

and my momma takes me on a ride past corn fields