(C)amomile (studxstud)

Chap 8: Jay Don.

Cam's POV

It was 8 in the morning and I just got finished on making breakfast. We had stopped at a mini mart last night to get some stuff, plus I really wanted strawberry ice cream. I fell asleep last night listening to Tye's irregular breathing and light snores. Today was Jay's arrival and we had to be at the airport to pick her up by 3 pm. I sat around the island eating and scrolling through Twitter, I drank my chamomile tea and waited on everyone else to get up. The driver, Roshawn, was pretty chill and he was young, just 21.

"Morning handsome," I looked up to see Cindy walking into the kitchen yawning.

"Morning C bear," I said getting up to share her a breakfast plate and pour her some coffee.

"You heard what happened?" I asked placing the plate and mug in front of her and sitting back down.

"Yeah, it's wild. I really hope they take out Shane." She said sipping her coffee.

"Me too," I said.

"You guys can't be discussing the mission like that," Roshawn said walking out of the hallways and into the kitchen.

"Nigga fuck you, ain't nobody talking bout no goddamn mission. Calling shit a mission like y'all in the army or some shit. All y'all little Spanish fucks illegal illegal" I said screwing up my face.

Cindy started laughing and Roshawn rolled his eyes and went to pour some coffee. I continued my breakfast talking to Cindy about small things.

"I'm really excited to meet Jay, is she as loud as you?" Cindy asked.

"Boy, don't let me start on yo ass. I'm not loud," I shouted.

"Are all Jamaicans this loud??" Roshawn asked.

Cindy choked on her coffee and looked at me. She knew I was gonna go off but I just stared at Roshawn giving him a death glare.

"Bro, she'll fuck you or anyone up for talking shit about Jamaicans." Cindy said.

"I'm just asking a question. You asked her if her other Jamaican friend was as loud as her and she shouted that she wasn't loud sooooo," he said.

"You dumb fuck. Guess you didn't get the joke," I said.

"What joke?" He asked.

"You. You're the joke. Your whole existence is a joke, instead of crying tears of joy your mom cried tears of laughter looking into yo ugly ass face boi. You need to get that 2009 Justin Bieber looking bang out ya face but then again you shouldn't because people will clearly be able to see that you're a joke. Now take us home to our wives before I start popping shit." I said getting up taking Cindy's plate with me to the sink.

I heard snickering behind me and I knew it was Cindy.

"What you laughing at?" I heard Roshawn say.

"You nigga, feeling froggy? Jump lil boi." Cindy said.

"Better watch who the fuck you talking to Justin Bieber," I said walking up with a knife.

"So y'all gonna fight me now? Bet I body the both of you and tell them that the car crashed along the highway." He said looking serious.

Both Cindy and I started laughing.

"You don't wanna run me that shit. Bet if I call my girl right now and ask if we can carve you up like a pumpkin she'll say go ahead," Cindy said.

Damn I didn't know Cindy was like that, well I should expect it because she's with Mona. Apparently we were all crazy, I'm definitely crazy for loving the idea of actually carving this nigga right now. I've had my gun for the longest while and haven't shot nobody so I was trigger happy as fuck.