The wave of the party continued to crash into the bodies that crowded the venue. I scoped below me seeing Kashari dance wildly with Darod. Her rear stayed connected onto his groin area as she looked back at him seductively. The sight was regurgiting.
I sat uncomfortably with Malcom as he took shot after shot and puff after puff of his joint. He occasionally offered me which I kindly declined time after time. It didn't take a genius to guess that he was drunk. To the constant slurs and loud cackling it was evident. His strong liquor penetrated his breath made me cringe as he spoke to me.
"You straight ova' dea'?"The guy I soon learned as Anthony questioned. He caught my eyes surveying around as my fright got the best of me. My body language shows it all , I didn't want to be here at all.
This was by far the latest I stayed out of the house and I was itching to get back into the structure I called home.
I looked over at Anthony who awaited my response. I glanced over at a slouching Malcom breifly before averting my orbs towards the Anthony character again. I took a deep breath deciding not to lie any longer. I shook my head no causing him to chuckle. He waved the many women that fluttered his presence off and stood up. He stepped over to where me and Malcom sat before shaking Malcom vigorously.
"My nigga, snap outta' it."He shook Malcom.
Malcom hooded eyes met Anthony's "Man, I'm vibin' ova' hea' stop killin' it."Malcom spoke with a slur.
Anthony chuckled finding Malcom's sloppy drunk ways ammusing "I feel you bruh but, yah' girl aint' feelin' it."He reffered to me causing my menacing eyeroll to be caught in his glance toward me.
"She'a be fine."He argued. "Ion' hea' ha' complainin'."How dare he drag me up here just so he can become drunk off his rabid ass mind.
"Ion' think she gotta' complain' so you know she aint' feelin' it."Anthony chuckled. He averted his eyes towards me. Even through his dark frames from Ray Bans I could feel his eyes trailing my every move. His small chuckle stopped when I rolled my eyes from the ceiling down towards him and Malcom. The both of them were definitely not solving my problems. Malcom continued to fill himself up with alcohol and weed as Anthony who barely spoke a damn word found Malcom's infantile ways amusing.
Malcom slurs incoherent words before his slurs conjoin themselves into a full statement "Man Ant how 'bout I handle my broad while you handle yours."I sat baffled as talks in a insulting manner as I sat right beside him.
Anthony looked over Malcom as well "Aye, my nigga you buggin' outta' yah' shit right nah'. Take da' girl home."
I stand up not wanting to let my ears ring of any more of this redundant conversation "That definitely won't be necessary. I'm not gonna spare my valued life over a low life drunk."My cruel words rolled off my tongue with ease. I definitely didn't have a problem being rude. I rolled my eyes as I flipped my hair and pulled down my skirt in pratically one graceful motion. "Go fuck yourself Malcom."I grabbed my clutch off of the small table that held multiple bottles of Ciroc. The colors of the bottles varied blending in together going to the same place, Malcom's system.
Malcom shouts a shaky"Well fuck you too bitch."causing me to stop in my tracks abruptly. How dare he call me out of my name.
I knew I should have never let my gaurd down with this uneducated hoodlum. His mouth ran faster than his brain making it evident that he was low in class with his mindset and had no home training.
Whoever birthed him probably found him as a nuisance to the enviorment. His ways of speaking instantly bumped down his social class by a long shot. His appearance definitely served him no justice. His grills and his suave ways of speaking can't help crawl out of the ditch he just created.
I strutted over to him with my nose stuck high into the air "You bastard!" My smooth hand made contact with his now tender jaw. The impact made from my hand colliding against his blemish free cheek stung not only his ears but mine. He sat there flabbergasted left in a state of shock. Malcom has never pushed me to an extent where I ever had to get physical with him.
Now that he's seen that side of me hopefully he'll be more standoffish with me. His chances with me has definitely went down to slim to nothing. It'll be a cherished miracle if he can get back onto my good side.
"Now I'm a bitch."I pointed my filed finger nail into his face. "And don't you ever utter a single word in my direction." I shake off a pair of masculine hands that held me by my waist. I didn't know the objective of that at all but I'm assuming so I wouldn't hit Malcom any much more.
The pair of hands tugged my back causing my rear end to hit a tall frame. "Aye chill out ma'."The New Orleans accent spoke in a chastising voice.
I shook at the authority that the voice held. It sounded similar to Anthony's but it seemed like it held much more anger. The menacing sound the voice created made me tremble in my body. My breathing hitched sending a wave of fear throughout my petite frame. "Release me now!"I ordered.
The strobe lights bounced around the party allowing me to get sight of the arms that held me in a clenching grip. Tattoos spread around each arm like butter not leaving a single vacant spot on his skin. It was evident, it was Anthony holding me.
I began to claw at his arms trying ever so badly to get out of his grip. I just wanted to go home. This by far was the worst day ever.
"You gone have tah' chill out fah' me though, ion' wanna have tah' shoot yah'."
My nerves jumped. Was he actually capable of shooting me? Just as I thought, I just surrounded myself with three to five hoodlums that I didn't even know from a can of paint. His threatening words ran through my body causing a cold shiver to over come me.
The huskiness in his voice added additional fear as well. I was not only scared for my life, I was scared for anyone that tried to cross this hoodlums path.
He noticed the fear in my body through my tense body language. His arms slowly dropped releasing me. "Don't go on no crazy ass rampage."He spews in my direction. I jump at his words. I try to recollect myself from the sudden fright that just laced my emotions. I take in a calming breath afraid that if I respond smartly to Anthony's statement he'll harm me.
"I'll be going now."I state. I avert my body around stepping over to the trembly stairs that cascaded down and elevated up.
My faux suade flats reach the first of many unkempt stair as I begin to make my way down "Bring yah' ass hea'."Anthony's deep husky growl was heard through my ears over the music.
I stood still not putting forth movement on any muscle in my body. Although he does put fright in me, he shall not talk to me any kind of way he wants. That liquor and cannabis must've gotten into his head just as it did to Malcom.
I rolled my eyes stopping just where I stood awaiting for him to speak. At this point the section we occupied has quiet down. The music played lower so I can clearly hear what Anthony had to utter to me.
"Look I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you and your friend here may not talk to me like I'm some skank that happened to be here. I have high standards and I'll live up to them."I folded my arms over my chest, which heaved up in anger. I have absolutely no given idea how this guy could get me so vexed.
He stares at me blankly "You done?" he asked with a raised brow.
His nonchalant demeanor catches me by surprise. I definitely thought after I said what I said anut April and uncle Calvin would have to bury me six feet under with the grief of my disappearance.
"Yes I'm done."I say with my attitude spewing towards him.
He chuckles finding my petty attitude amusing."Say lil mama', you got somebody to take you home or you showed up with this scrub?"He pointed his thumb towards a slumped Malcom who was recieving an explicit lap dance by a barely clothed girl. She didn't have a the proper credentials to be called a women, although she looked as if she were in her twenties.
I stuck my nose in the air "That shouldn't be your concern. Is that all?"
"Nah." he shook his head adjusting his glasses up on his visual so the would cover his eyes properly."Answer my damn question."He says with a demanding tone.
"And if I don't ?"I knew that I began to test his patience with my simply by how chiseled his face structure became. His exquisite jaw line appeared like never before. He cleared his throat trying to keep his composure.
He bit on his bottom lip intently "Don't answer it and you'a see"he states.
"Well I guess I'll just have to see because how I got here really isn't up for discussion with you."I scoffed.
"Yes the fuck it is."Anthony argued "You gone tell me how the fuck you came to this bitch before I do something I regret."He adjust himself from the laid back postition, sitting his elbows on his knees while clapsing his hands. His movements showed that he's always been the dominate one. In this scenario, he won't succeed with his dominance due to the fact that I've always had to be the dominant one in charge.
I chuckle"Really now? I never had an Anthony as a father. I don't have to report back to you."I'm obviously making things more complicated than it should be. I honestly could have informed him that I showed up with my cousin and her friends, but I really just find the amusement of challenging him. I've come all the way down to this packed and heated party, the least I could get was some entertainment.
"I aint to fond of kids if they aint' my lil' one."He says dryly. His sarcasm seeped into the cracks of his voice causing me to roll my eyes "So you gone tell me whass' up ca' you waistin' my time on some real shit."He complains.
I huff being difficult as always. I look down at my nail beds that I took good care of-the only thing I could take care of. My nails were filed in uniform , all the same height and shape. My finger nail passed the skin of my fingers allowing me to have long natural finger nails.
I studied them like what ever he was saying was complete nonsense.
I knew he was beginning to grow agitated by my rude attitude and non caring ways.
He awaited a response from me a bit more before turning his attention to Malcom. "Aye my nigga."He called out for Malcom's spaced out attention span. "Who shawty rolled up wit?" Anthony asked Malcom. His persistent was really getting under my skin. Why must he know so bad?
"Wit' ha' cousin."Malcom replied as clear as day. His slurs and blabbers came to rest and he spoke as if he isn't intoxicated with an abundance amount of liquors invading his system.
Anthony nodded his heads before speaking to me."Go tell yah' cousin' I'm takin' you home and come right back." He says with very much authority.
My attitude hitch causing my nose to flare "Look you bastard-"My rant quickly got cut off as I felt a clamy hand ambush over my mouth.
"What is going on here?"My ears chime with the voice of Jamilla. Instead of asking redundant questions she needs to be disgarding her bacteria infested hand from my face. Lord knows what she could have been touching. The thought it's self made me cringe.
"Every thang' peaches in cream ova' hea."Anthony says with a sly smirk. How can this guy raise my blood pressure by saying the most simple minded things.
Jamilla finally uplifted her clamy hand from my mouth."Are you acquainted with this disrespectful ass guy?"Jamilla looked stunned due to my choice of words. I rarely ever sin by cursing, although that's all I hear around me. My grammar, surplus vocabulary and my ways of speaking shocks everying one. I've lived here all my life but still managed to never grow a New Orleans accent. Many people that has been a resident of the New Orleans area think I'm just a foreigner that just so happened to stumble across the south. Jamilla happens to be one of those people.
She nods her head yes,"Yeah thats Ant, my brother's bestfriend."She responded to my question.
"You know this cornball ass female?" Anthony, who found my attitude and death stare comically amusing asked. His sly attitude towards everything was erking me and he could clearly see it just by the glint and glare in my eyes.
Jamilla nods her head again "This is Kashari's cousin."Jamilla says reffering to me.
"Darod lil jail bait shawty?"
"Yeah."Jamilla says.
"Ight."Anthony says sitting the perfectly rolled joint onto the ashtray that sat at the center of the table. The cloud of smoke he was able to concoct quickly diminished into the air."Go and tell ha' cousin that she ridin' wit' me. Ight?"
"Yeah Ight."Jamilla agreed.
"Excuse me, don't I have any say in this?"I tried my best not trying to step out of character but obviously being kind and respectful isn't going to work. I don't want him taking me home, I barely want to talk to him at that! There is no problem with Darod taking me home just as he did bringing me here along with the other trio of girls.
Anthony stands to his feet. My eyes glide upward stopping at the height he stood at. I never really got the chance to notice his tall frame due to the fact the whole time I accompanied Malcom, Anthony was either taking a seat or sitting down. I sensed he would be tall but definitely not this tall.
Anthony averted his orbs towards me. He had a slight glint in his eyes, I sensed pure annoyance "You said this aint yo' scene and you wanna go home right?"
"Yes, but I rather walk through fifteen gates of hell rather than hitch a ride from you."I scoffed.
"Fine then stay yah' ass hea' I definently don't give a damn. This what a nigga get when he finally be nice to yall simple minded ass broads."
The nerve of this guy! I never verbally asked for his help and I never will. Then he has the audacity to to lable me a simple minded broad. I may be one of the most intelligent girl he's ever spoken to. I'm pretty sure all the other women and girls who he has communicated with probably doesn't even know the difference of their and there.
"First and foremost, I never asked you for any assistance-"Jamilla cut my rant short once again. Her pessimist ways were really pulling at my nerves.
"Maybe you should ride wit Yung, how yo' cousin and her man goin' at it, we aint' leavin' no time soon."
I glanced at her, the glint in my eyes were evident. Why did I even conside coming to this party any damn ways? I contemplated in my head. Of course I would like to go home but Anthony just not to long ago threatened my life. Am I willing to get in a car with a hoodlum that I don't even know from a can of paint?
"Nah ha' disrespectful ass can stay hea', my offer is off the table."Anthony scoffs.
I chose not to speak. Although, I was going to take him up on his offer I didn't want to spew a few word that I'll regret in a long run"C'mon Yung, do this lil favor fah' yah' lil sis."Jamilla stuck out her pierced bottom lip concluding her pout with pleading eyes.
"Man."Anthony huffed. He's acting like he's reconsidering it when he was the one jumping down my damn throat about taking me home."Whateva'. Get out dea' befoe' me or I'm leavin' yah' ass high and dry. I'm in the grey Aston Martin"
I rolled my eyes towards him "I'll get out there on my own time."I flip my braids over my shoulder. My clutch , I held in my hand close to me. My flats tapped against the unsturdy stairs as I cautiously made it down to where the party seemed to enlarge. My anxiety immediately made me feel as if I had shrunk underneath all the connected bodies. Rear ends of women were viewed connected to the groin area of men, sometimes even in the crotch area of other women. The crowd found all of this fun and enticing but in reality it was just as dumb as everyone in here aside from me. I was more than ready to head home.