Chapter 2
“Like BMT I’m going to repeat it until you understand, its like sometimes I talk to you and you don’t respond, do you know how jarring it. Regardless if it’s a joke or not, whether it’s my girl or not. You. Do. Not. Go. Around. Drowning. People.” Cameron said.
10 minutes. 10 damn minutes! Non stop he had been going on and on. His voice was making me want to vomit; my eardrums no longer wanted to hear him, they repelled against him. I couldn’t even concentrate.
After they had come out the swimming pool, they hunted me down just as I was about to get my freak on with some blackaneese girl that was fine as ever. This meant that King did not have his ‘Friday freak beat’; I hope everyone understands how I feel. Ok imagine this… you’re a fish for 17years then someone takes you out of the water.
I was finding it hard to breathe and I felt so deprived of some good sex.
I was so extremely horny and finding really hard to sit in one place; I squirmed about on the sofa at Cameron’s house as he continued to drone in my ear.
The rest of the boys were playing fifa, but I wasn’t allowed. NO. King Prince had to sit down and listen to this bullshit. By now Cameron was pacing up and down like a teacher.
With his eyes not focused on me I slipped my hands down my pants on a sly hoping he wouldn’t clock. From now on we shall refer to my dick as ‘Prince Jr’. Well I grabbed hold of prince Jr and began to stroke him ever so slowly. The coldness of my hands had done me some good justice. And HooMiGwash it felt good.
“AND YOU DO NOT BASH WHEN I’M TAKING TO YOU, YOU OVERLY SEX DRIVEN PERVE” Cameron said suddenly turning around and slapping me hard right across my face. Jesus that hurt and was my second slap of the day. I pulled my hands from my shorts and crossed my arms, still not happy.
The others sniggered and passed remarks. Pussies.
“I don’t understand, what should I do?” I asked.
“Look go buy her some sweets, and get us some Chinese on your way” he said handing me over £30. is he mad? Is he crazy? Did I look like her boyfriend to be buying her chocolate; she can eat my toenail clippings kmt. But from the look I got from Cameron I choose not to say any of this, he was having a male period.
“Where is she anyway?”
“Upstairs” he mumbled before going away to play the fifa. I walked upstairs, and no not to rape anyone, I needed to get changed, I can’t go out in just boxer shorts… oh no wait, I can, because I am king remember.
I walked in to the spear room and threw on a pair of white Nike ¾ lengths. No t-shirts required with a chest like mine.
I walked over to the mirror and analysed myself. I looked at the mid-back length waves on my head that were now nicely cainrowed with a shape up. I got my hair from my Indian side. My dad was fully Indian. Like speaking Punjabi and cooking curry Indian. Then my mum was a hard core Jamaican, like speaking patios and cooking patties Jamaican. I was dark skinned as none of my parents were light, but not midnight black dark. I had kind of thick eyebrows but they were in shape, and none of that nasty picky hair as eyebrows, but they were smooth and straight. Over my left eyebrow ran a scar, it would look like I slit my eyebrows, but once you looked close you could see that it ran just to the top, hardly noticeable though. My nose was just there, on my face, like a nose, what can I say?
But then my lips, mmm, mmm, mmm, my they were fine, like a real black mans lips should be. Bitch, trey songs wishes he had lips like mine, and that’s saying something, then when I smiled, I had two perfect dimples to compliment me. God was I just perfect?
