Game Of Thorns

5

"Ewww"..

I scrunch my nose at the prickling foul smell, which welcomed as we alight the bus.

A deserted part of the road was heavily flooded with garbages, mostly rotten food wastes, which sprawls from an old, rusty trash bin.

Sight of trash dealers, mounting the heap of dirt wasn't as appalling as when they dipped their bare hands in the bin, searching for barely good stuffs to snatch.

"Get ready oo, we'd cross the road now"

Mom's remark did a little distraction, since I couldn't get my eyes off the disgusting sight.

She carried Aaliyah on her back, with her hand wrapped around Sultan and the other trying to hold the heavy bag hanging on her arm in place.

I drag the huge portmanteau, jointly trying to balance the Ghana-must go bag, sinking on my head, as I trail behind her to cross the busy road.

                            *****

"Easy o"

Mom shouts, from probably the top stairs, while I struggle with the heavyweight hanging down my hands.

"Ahh, who build houses like this for God's sake!"

I hissed, trying to fix the portmanteau sideways to fit on the narrow stairs, which is barely enough for two people to pass at a time.

"Aunty, careful please"

I whine, following the bone-aching, shoulder nudge which nearly knocked me on the floor.

Wow, it's not a girl o...

I blurt, staring up at the ripped, tall guy standing step's above, his huge body heavily shadowing mine.

The crazied denim he wore, hug tight to his tigh down his prolonged limbs.

His head, fully covered in mid-thick, long dreads which was bonded together in a loose ponytail, with few hanging and tailing down his face.

"Gosh, never seen a hoodie fit on someone like this before!, except in the Hollywood's"..
I mentally drool.

His chin, sharp like Shawn Mendes and perfectly matches his slim roman nose, right above his full blossom lips.

And his eyes!, argh!..

Just like Aaliyah's full almond and like they were also checking me out, scornfully.

If I was white, I bet the burning sensation on my cheeks would have arouse color..

The scornful look on his face morphs into a smirk, making me snap out of it.

"Baby, honey!"

A perky, shapely girl standing right below the stairs, cries in her soothing, tiny voice and cutely stares up at him.

The smirk on his lips deepens and his eyes were virtually shooting daggers at her.

How'd he manage to do that at a time..
( Silly inner voice).

Her gaze shifts on me and she rolls her eyes in discontent, like we had some unsettled scores in the past world.

Cause I've totally never met her in this.

"We can settle this within na, stop being a dick Tony! "

She pouts, smoothly batting her fake lashes together, her hands running down her cleavage and caresses her big bosoms while she bit down her lip provocatively.

"Subhanallah
(Allah is great. )"

I stutter, with my eyes wide opened in surprise.

She slowly ascend the stairs, her spotless, fair face tainted with the "I'm sorry look".

"C'mon I only gave Toks bj, on a dare"

She emphasizes with her obviously fake accent like it was nothing.

"He's been petty, bluffing we f*cked together".

She supposedly pleads, marching up the stairs to him.

"Oops, too late dear, I just made out with your hoe best friend"

He spat to her face, grinning mischievously.

A hint of American accent, dwells his deep baritone.

"Wait, Wh-aa-at!"
I mentally exclaimed .

"It'd be nice if you told her to clean up that tutu once a while, I nearly barfed and couldn't stick my crotch in there"...

He mockingly said to her face, rubbing down his groin".

"Fuck you Tony, you sonofabitch!"

She attempts to smack his face, which he instantly halts by roughly gripping her wrist.

"Also, your titties...
He pauses.

... They taste way too salty bitch".

He did a yuck face, sticking out his tongue in displeasure.

"You really need to learn to laundry those braziers!"

He yells at her face and yanks her arm from his grip.

Throwing her a sore sight, before turning to leave.

"Oh my God, her bra stinks. Seriously".

My jaw literally just dropped at his statement.

"We're over asshole"

She yells at his back, panting with her fist clenching and unclenching in rage.

"We", never happened, get that into your skull puta!"

He hollers back.

Epic!..

She nudges me with her shoulder, rushing down the stairs with her wet eyes buried in her palm in shame.

"Wow, what on earth was that"

I manage to say, shaking my head dramatically with my mouth ajar.

"Living here, would be so not easy..."

"Between, he looks quite older than me, and the girl's definitely older than him or maybe cause she looks outgrown"..

Doesn't matter, he sounds like a scum.

And he couldn't even apologiz, I grumble with a silly pout

"Khadijah, is it ordinary bag I told you bring up that ya drawling like a snail!"

Mom's voice snaps me out of my reverie.

"As if it's that ordinary"..

I mumble, turning to continue my struggle up the stairs, before story of me being the laziest girl in the universe, blah blah get screamed into our neighbours ear.

Vocabs

Tutu:- Pussy, vagina
Puta:- Whore

Authors note:. OK I'm not so proud of this chapter, but I hope y'all give your girl some heads.

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