Despite being the daughter of notorious criminal, Alonso Devereux, 24 year old Zara is trying her best to maintain her image as a good girl and as an upstanding citizen.
Rotimi, is a 25 year old R&B singer who's life begins to become chaotic after...
Nathan sits down on the couch next to Gavin. Whiles he's talking, I'm sitting here constantly reminding myself not to fuck up by calling him Nathan instead of Mac.
He's telling us that he was just stopping by to see how I've been doing since he was in the area.
"I'm surprised to see you on this side of town." I chuckle.
"Why do you say that?" Nathan asks.
"You live almost 40 minutes away." Gavin replies.
"Yeah, true... I just wanted to, uh, get some food at that place we used to go to... uh... what's it called?" Nathan stutters.
"The Jamaican Spot?" I say.
"Yeah, Yeah... what's the name of it?" Nathan asks.
"It's called The Jamaican Spot." Gavin says with a slight attitude.
Gavin and I look at each other because The Jamaican Spot is Mac's favorite restaurant... he would never forget the name of it.
"Right..." Nathan laughs nervously.
"So what are you going to order?" I ask.
I don't really care but I'm just trying to make conversation so that he doesn't become suspicious.
"Probably some jerk chicken, rice and peas...."
"Don't forget to get one of those pineapple sodas that you like so much." Gavin adds.
"Of course. The pineapple one is my favorite." Nathan smirks.
I glance down at my phone to check my time.
"You better hurry and get your food. They close early today." I say.
"Yeah, good looking out." Nathan says.
Nathan and I stand up and I walk him to the door. I watch him get into his car and I fake smile and wave as he drives off.
Closing the front door, I rush back into the living room with Gavin.
"That lying son of a bitch." Gavin laughs.
"Right! Talking about pineapple soda is his favorite.... Mac stopped drinking soda years ago." I say.
"Exactly. Not to mention the fact that Mac is allergic is pineapple. If he's going to pretend to be someone, he needs to do a better job at it." Gavin says.
* * *
I warmed up a couple of pizzas in the oven. Gavin and I start eating as I look for a movie to watch on Netflix.
"Look what I got..." Gavin says.
He pulls a small, blue, square shaped bag from his mini duffle bag. And from that bag he pulls out a box.
"Is that..."
"Weed." Gavin says.
We both laugh as he opens the box, revealing two glass blunts.
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"You already put the weed in there?" I laugh.
"I couldn't wait.." Gavin shrugs.
"What strain is it?" I ask.
"Sativa."
We light the blunts and soon after, my phone goes off. I have a text message.
"Is that your boo Zara?" Gavin smirks.
"Nah... it's Natalie. The bartender from the club..."
"Really? What does she want?" Gavin blows smoke from his mouth.
"She wants to meet up. She thinks she has an idea of where Nathan is hiding Mac."
