(Listen to this song while reading to get yourself into the vibe for this chapter)
yo guys. How's life? Cause I'm drainnnnnnned right now. School is a pisstake, I'm tryna revise 3 years of science in 2 weeks. Ha. Today I said no. Dead. Lemme just update before I ghost for my 3 months and that.
So, without ado. . .Welcome to the second segment of Sailing Souls: Infidelity. The first part was just to get you acquainted with the characters. Suss out the snakes. Get the backdrop on people's capabilities. Understand Mira more. But now? it's gonna have a different vibe. I've given this part of the book a new setting. Mira ain't affiliated with Tottenham and Walthamstow in this part (or so it seems)
For reasons evident later on in the course of 'iNfIdEliTy' our lovely main character had to flee the ends. I know it's alot to catch up on but don't worry. Unless I'm mistaken? You guys liked the third person, different perspectives and that shit?
So yeah. I will explain things through that. I'll also try and put bare flashbacks to make things make sense.Basically. Keep what happened in the first segment of Sailing Souls in your head. But say hello to part two. A tale of love, understanding, friendships, and BANTER ta rassssclart. I'm a gunny girl init. So imma' put more humour and jokes in my shit.
However, I'm going to really try and echo deeper meaning in this part. Like I wanna make you lot think. So some conversations and situations will be created around that.
I missed you man bare (i sound neeky idc idc). Nothing but love for 2.5K. I really appreciate it.
But the votes?
And comments?
Please. I beg.
I seriously want you guys to talk to me. Comment. Blow up my ting. Lemme know how ya feeling. Don't be shy. It's all good. I don't have friends - Wattpad is my safe haven #whyyouthinkiupdatebare? LOOOL
P.S: Any good London books? I'm tired of reading the same old American things x
But yeah man. You should know the drill. Kick back. Grab some snacks. And enjoy
- nina
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infidelity /ɪnfɪˈdɛlɪti/
noun
the action or state of being unfaithful to a spouse or other sexual partner.
"Menace's infidelity toward Mira was the cause of their breakup."
~ THE CAST ~
BRYSON TILLER
// THE BOY NEXTDOOR //
⇝ silas salvador-sinclair
"ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵖⁱⁿᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ, ᴹⁱʳᵃ.
ᴹᵃⁿ'ˡˡ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒˢᵗˢ.
ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ. ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᵃⁱⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵃˡᵛᵃᵈᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ?"
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INDIA LOVE WESTBROOKS
// THE ONE THEY LOVE TO HATE //
⇝ samira indika khan
"ᴵ ᵖʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴳᵒᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱᵐ. . . ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁻ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵘˢ. ᴸⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ."
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CLARENCE WHITE
// THE PHYSCO //
⇝ zachariah khan
"ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ ⁿᵒ ᵃⁱʳ. . . ᴵ ᵈᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ⁻ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃᵇⁱᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ."
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KEITH POWERS
// THE BIG DADDY //
⇝ milan "menace" hernandez
"ᴵ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵍᵒᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴵ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ. . .ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ."
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LONDON ZHILOH
// THE WOKE ONE //
⇝ amayah ali
"ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᵐ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ,
ᵖⁱᶜᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵖᵘˢʰⁱⁿᵍ. . .
ᴷᵉᵉᵖ ᵍʳⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ. ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ ᴳᵒᵈ'ˢ ᵗⁱᵐⁱⁿᵍ."
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TIZIAH ALEKA "ORIGINALBROWNING"
// THOTTIMUS PRIME //
⇝ latifah antonio
"ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ˢᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵘᶜᵏ ᵈⁱᶜᵏ.
ˢʰⁱᵗ'ˢ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ, ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁿᵒʷ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ. . .ᵗʰʳᵒᵃᵗᵃˢᵃᵘʳᵘˢ."
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DONNY SAVAGE
// "MENACE'S" BIOLOGICAL FATHER //
miguel "mkay" hernandez
"ˢᵒⁿ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ' ˡᵒˢᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁻ ᵇʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ 'ʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ˡᵃᵐᵉˢ.
ᵂᵒᵐᵉⁿ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵘᵖ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵘᵖ ᵖʰʸˢⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ?
ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗⁱⁿᵍ. ᴹᵉˢˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ. ᴾˡᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ⁱⁿ ᵉⁿᵈˢ.
ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ˡᵒᶜᵏ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉˢⁱᵈᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ. ᴬ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡᵐ. ᴮᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ ʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ⁻ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷˢ . . ."
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TAYLOR SAYWERS
// THE OBSERVANT ONE //
⇝ sorchann "suspect" hernandez
"ᴺᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵗ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵏⁿᵒʷ.
ᴵ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ᵃˡˡ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ. ᴴᵉ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃⁿ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵐᵒˢᵗ. ᵂᵉⁿᵗ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ.
ˢᵒ ⁱᶠ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵘˢ, ᴵ ᵖʳᵃʸ ᴳᵒᵈ ʳᵉᵘⁿⁱᵗᵉˢ ᵘˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ. "
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SAILING SOULS / iNfIdEliTy / PLAYLIST
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bryson tiller - finesse
jhene aiko - the worst
summer walker - girls need love
drake - marvin's room
swarmz - lyca
abra cadabra x kojo funds - dun talking
santan dave - wanna know
b young - jumanji
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"We're born alone. We live alone. We die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion, for that slight moment - that we're not alone."
- Orson Welles
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LOCATION: Saint Francis Xavier Sixth Form College, South London
samira's p.o.v
* * *
After a few seconds of standing outside the door, inhaling and exhaling in anxiety, I mustered up whatever bravery was left within me, jolted it open and strutted inside the classroom.
"Apparently Tifah's pregnant. . . Again."
"Nah, I'm hearing some of the Beckton lot got shanked couple days ago."
"I swear, man. Right now yeah? Walthamstow's a no-go zone."
Luckily, my class roared alive with chatter and the 'spilling of tea' so I went unnoticed as I scanned around for a good spot to sit myself down at.
The seats were layed out in a circular manner, due to the fact this room held a theatre-like structure. And if you don't know how shit goes, let me explain.
The front row was a combination of personality.
Half of the huddle consisted of neeks (individuals eager to learn) that'd sprawled themselves out in attempts to hear Riley, our form-tutor better.
Whereas the other half? Were a collective of pussy hungry hoodrats who sat right at front in attempts to grasp a better view of her 'fat back'.
Silas Sinclair was known for deliberately throwing pens, rulers, pencils, and other hard-to-pick-up equipment on the floor, just so Riley could bend over, struggle, and hand them back to him.
"Oi, Ray! You've got the fattest back." Silas jeered, tossing a piece of crumpled up paper at her.
I froze. Deciding it would be best to stay away from him for a while.
That boy was trouble.
I chose to sit toward the back of the auditorium, next to a girl whose name I was yet to know.
She had a slender body wrapped in a layer of milk chocolate, sprinkled with tiny freckles. See, unlike most of the other gremlins, she appeared kind.
"Hey." I whispered, quickly flinging my North Face backpack off of my shoulders, trying my best to place it on the floor as quietly as I could.
"You alright? I'm Sami, by the way."
Her big, hazel brown eyes locked with mine for a second as she beamed at me. She gave me the white people smile.
Yes. I said it. The white people smile.
You know: the smile white people give you when you walk past them on the street / when you see someone but not well enough to actually say hello.
Physical representation of the smile she gave Mira:
Now - I don't know whether she found me weird, or genuinely wanted to be nice but either way? I sat my ass down.
From the corner of my eye, I peeked at her and sighed in envy. She looked peng without even trying to, I thought to myself before sighing inwardly again.
The girl had thick, full, wavy hair which rippled down her breasts in burgundy waves. She wore that with an oversized, slime green Thugga hoodie and black vest. Causing her to look a little weird, but never lowering the level of her fuck-off beauty.
All nerves I had felt a few seconds ago faded. Just like that. "Wait, is this seat. . .taken?" I asked as I placed one hand over my mouth with a light gasp, imagine if you just stole someone else's seat, I thought to myself.
I saw her rub a hand against the back of her neck. "Erm," she muttered. I noted the fact that she hesitated to give me a straighforward answer. The look on her face read that she was battling with herself in her head.
I let out a sigh, chewing on the inside of my cheek. Hard. To prevent myself from hurling all types of abuse at her and concussing the bitch by slamming her head on the table until blood seeped out. Right here. And right now.
You see, I hated it when people judged a book by it's cover - and that's exactly what she was doing with me.
In-between her sussing me out, something switched. Because the words, "no. Nah. It's calm you can sit here," fell from her lips.
Weird? I thought. Yet I still responded, "thanks. What's your name?"
"Amayah."
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"Do you think there is a difference between finding someone attractive, and actually being attracted to someone? Member' there ain't no right or wrong answer. I'll go around the room for your responses. "
Releasing a deep breath, I rested my chin in the palm of my hands and gazed out of the classroom window, planting my attention elsewhere.
The topics of love, relationships, sex, and attractiveness just pissed me off.
They brought back memories. Memories and images of my other life - my old life - the one I had before they moved me.
I want Menace near me. I muttered to myself before feeling a river of tears well up in my eyes at the mention of his name.
Truth be told, I didn't feel anything when forced to split paths and cut all ties with him. I was too numb, too shocked to even do that.
Because he promised we'd see eachother and I felt good again. Healed. Better. I found comfort in creating little scenarios in my head of how we'd cross paths again: my all-time favourite was the one where he had waited. For me. Outside the door of the house that they forced me to move into.
Then we'd fuck.
He'd tear up my four walls so good that it made up for all the years of hurting, lies, cheating, and infidelity.
Distracted by the raindrops that continuously tapped at the window, I looked at the icy grey sky and inwardly smiled.
Most people aren't very fond of the rain but I actually like it, I find the rain slightly soothing.
When I was younger, I remember just sitting still and observing two rain droplets roll down a window, pretending it was some sort of race to hit the bottom.
Releasing yet another deep breath, my eyes begin to shift around the classroom. Like usual, a scowl forms on my face as I glare at the numerous pairs of eyes shooting daggers at me.
"Sami?" The teacher's voice harshly snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Huh."
"Would you like to share your opinion please."
"On what?"
She giggled, leaning against her desk, raising a brow playfully at me - as though she knew I hadn't been paying attention whatsoever.
"Do you think there is a difference between finding someone attractive, and actually being attracted to someone?"
Being the center of attention in a space, such as this classroom environment, was definitely not something that I felt comfortable with.
There was something about the unnerving feeling of multiple pairs of eyes watching me, scrutinizing my every single move, which managed to make me lose courage. There's no denying that having all eyes on me overflows the pit of my stomach with sheer discomfort.
"C'mon, girl." Amayah nudged me in the shoulder, giving me a reassuring smile. "You got this. You hear me? Don't pay mind to no one. Just air your thoughts, yeah?"
I nod. They don't know you. They won't know your voice. You're safe. In a different ends now. Come on. These man know you as Sami. Mira's been left in the past. It's okay. I told myself
Nervously swallowing, my eyes scan the classroom one more time. Everybody is watching me.
"Ay, she's moving mad booky."
"Lowe it, Rakeem. She's just shy."
"Cool. But bro - is it just me or is her face looking real familiar?"
Various weird looks are exchanged between some students, and all conversations come to a sudden standstill. Silence slowly falls over us, chewing away at my insides and lingering in the air. Thick and heavy, similar to that of a cloud of smoke.
Silence is a terrifying thing.
That feeling of finding yourself trapped in nothingness, waiting in anticipation, for everything to eventually fall to a cease.
Silence is almost identical to that moment before a bomb explodes, the very moment before a bomb destroys, eradicates, and obliterates everything within a matter of seconds.
Adjusting myself into my seat, I nervously swallow one last time, rounding up my words.
"In my opinion, finding someone attractive and actually being attracted to someone, are two completely different things, Miss. . . ." I pause, looking up at Riley after realising I don't know her surname.
"Miss Tahj-Williams. But it's all good, man, just call me Riley."
I nod my head, focusing my attention on the floor again. Maintaining eye contact, for me, is one of the hardest things to do.
"Um. But yeah. Finding someone attractive and being attracted to someone ain't the same thing."
I wanted to talk more, but my speech had already gotten enough of Silas' attention. I could feel it. Feel his stare. And it cut straight into me like a knife did butter.
"Why do you think that?" She presses further.
Biting on my bottom lip nervously, I tapped my foot against the floor as I carefully thought of my next words.
"Because if someone is attractive to you, it could be argued that you are attracted to more common, typical things such as their looks. . .Their exterior, the shit exposed on the outside. However, to actually be attracted to someone, you need to be attracted to them as a person, an individual."
"Damn." I heard Amayah mutter, more to herself than me, before dashing me a long-eylashed wink. "I would wife you. Just on the basis of your mindset. It comes A1, for real."
I shake my head in disbelief, uncontrollably ending my speech with the words, "To be attracted to someone? You need to connect with them on a whole different kind of level. A spiritual kind of level. There needs to be some sort of connection, some sort of bond that draws you closer to them."
A chorus of come on's, rah's, and shitden's ricocheted through the auditorium at the end of my proposal. Feet thumped on the floor, and fists smacked on the table in unison, as thought they enjoyed what I had said, which, for the first time in a long time, made me smile.
LOCATION : Shake Shack, Stratford
temi's p.o.v.
*
"Fuck him." Tifah stated in monotone.
I almost choked on my food. "What's Zach done now?'
"Nuttin." Tifah grinned. "I kinda choked him."
My eyes grew wide. "Why?"
"Dunno, really." Latifah shrugged. "I felt like hurting him."
Just as I was about to bite into my The Pablo burger, some tall darkskinned boy with a scar on his right cheek decided to sit at our booth, positioning himself right beside Latifah.
"Tifah I ain't seen you inna bit." He grinned, wrapping one hand around her shoulder.
"Move from me." She whispered, attempting to get herself out of his grip.
He scooted closer to her. "Why ain't you been answering my calls?"
"Because I don't want to speak to you."
"You don't wanna get me vexed today, let me chat to you quickly." He whispered, in her ear this time.
"Talk then.." Tifah gestured for him to continue speaking.
"Do any of you girls chill with Zach?" He questioned, now looking at both of us.
"We don't know anyone called Zach." I responded, lying through my teeth.
"Speak for yourself." He pointed a finger at me.
"Who's looking for him?" I asked, trying my best to act unbothered.
"Couple Beckton yutes." He mumbled, looking around the restaurant.
I sniggered. 'Why?'
His little phone started ringing and after scrutinizing us for a few seconds, he finally picked up.
"What you saying?" He questioned, slouching himself into the seat.
"Smurkz, I'm telling you." He stated, angrily slamming his fists onto the table.
"Brudda, If I catch him slipping he's fucked." The boy whispered into the phone but once he looked at all of us, he quickly ended the call.
He stood up from the table, glaring at everyone in the restaurant before focusing on us again. "Menace better not get caught slipping."
My heartrate increased. "Why?"
"He'll catch a headshot to his headtop if he's seen."
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LOCATION: Saint Francis Xavier Sixth Form College, South London
mira's p.o.v
*
"Rakeem. Are we deeping how live the new ting is?" A voice from earlier murmured behind me.
"Can't lie - she's kinda' live still." This Rakeem, I'm guessing, responded.
"Yeah right. She ain't all that you lot." Spoiling my good mood, a sour voice chimed in.
Amayah immediately rested her gaze in my direction, telling me not to listen to her. And obediently, I nodded my head - keeping my fist clenched into a ball beneath the desk.
"Fuck the fuck off. She's live Jezebel, don't hate cause' you're hurt, init." Rakeem intercepted. Making a snicker escape my lips.
The sound of a chair grazing the floor like a fork against a plate then attacked my ears. "She's wavey. And I'm cutting. Imma try move to her and-"
"Sit the fuck down." A voice which made me purr down below warned.
"Bro. Why you cockblocking the ting?-"
"Hush your mout, man." He interrupted with a chuckle. "It's not everyday chat up the new ting. Sides, I like her vibe init. So lay off."
My mouth gaped open in tune with Amayah's. We were both left shocked and startled at that statement. "Looks like you got yourself a little lover, then, eh?" She said in a Cockney accent, smiling at me.
"Piss off." I laughed with a shake of my head, crumpling up a piece of paper and propelling it at her. "Go do one." I continued.
See, I'd just started here. I'd stayed low. Kept myself unpopular. And I wanted things to stay that way. Because the problems back home weren't over.
The beef was still cooking. Beckton were still lurking. And getting myself acquainted with people equated to trouble.
"Oh sweet Baby Jesus. He's coming." Amayah whispered, now breathing irregularly, hand propped over her chest like she was having a cardiac arrest. I shrugged.
I didn't care. Still slumped in my chair, not bothered too turn around, I realized how all the girls who had been silent just a few seconds ago, came alive with chatter.
"I want him to ejaculate inside me. Provide me with his babies." Jezebel gushed in a hushed voice.
Now I know. Now I know, why she was named Jezebel. Yuck.
"Oi nah. He looks tooo drippy today." Amayah swooned, nodding her head in approval at his outfit.
The rest of the girls chirped up, like they'd never seen a boy before - their choruses of for real's, mum's, and damn right's pissing me off all over again. What is it with these girls? They'll see mandem and lose all composure, like . . .relax.
Maybe it's a South girl thing? I thought to myself. Not many girls in North and East moved like this. They'd be labelled done out here in a flash.
Their behaviour was just extremely childish to me. But I guess that's because I'd been forced to mature early on in life.
As you get older, you start to pay attention to people's mindsets rather than their appearance.
It's not a fat back, big dick, dark skin, light skin, waves or wig that will craft your children's entire approach to life. No. The mindset and mentality will do that.
"I just wanna oil him down. Ride his dick like a rollercoaste-"
"Oi!" Riley interjected. "Nuh uh. None of that freak shit in my classroom please. Thanks." Miss Tahj-Williams smiled a white people smile as she pointed a finger at Jezebel.
"Let's just hear what Silas has got to say, yeah?" A few seconds of silence followed, before being broken by the sexy, panty-wetting deep voice of the boy behind us.
"There ain't much difference between finding someone attractive, and being attracted to them to be honest with you." Although frowning in disagreement, I listened intently, wondering where the fuck he was going with this point.
"It's the same. If you're only into them sexually. On just a sexual ting. Like new girl said, finding someone attractive refers to being attracted to the typical things. I'm talking fat backs, big dick, curly hair, skin complexion - the superficial shit-"
"My brudda! Boom bow - come on. Talk the tings!" Rakeem gassed, severing the silence by screaming aloud and pulling imaginary trigger fingers.
Everyone looked at him like they'd had enough.
"Sit." Riley told him through gritted teeth. "Si, continue."
"But same goes for being attracted to someone. You can be physically attracted by an individual's external assets. The shit they expose to you on the surface. But when you're attracted to someone physically?"
He laughed. "You have the constant desire to be in their presence. Be around them. Irrespective of their outer assets - fat back, long dick and them things. You ain't attracted to them, personally, you're attracted to their personalities. Their mindsets. Perspectives on life. Opinions. You feel me?" Wow. Finally. Someone with similar mentality to mine? I was genuinely impressed.
"Did you hear that, Mi?" I looked to my right and observed Amayah. This girl was busy blotting her eyes with tissue, the other hand placed directly on her heart.
I shook my head in disgust. Yet, the sound of silence caused me to gaze around the auditorium. Everyone. Every living soul, male and female, was left dumbfounded. Speechless. Void of word.
A handful of girls imitated Amayah's reaction. They too were crying. One group of minions huddled together, a box of Kleenex inbetween them as they sniffled in unison.
"You and Sami sure do have similar mindsets. Personalities. And approches to life." Miss Tahj-Williams commented with a smile. "Actually, you know what? How d'you feel about being her guide?"
My chest.
Jesus Christ.
Come and take me now.
Lord God.
Take the steering wheel.
I threw a pen underneath the table just for the sake of being able to hide here. Whilst coasting the floor in search of my pen, I heard a groan escape Silas' mouth. "I'm - nah. Ain't too sure about that one, Ray."
I swung my head around to the holder of that panty-dripping voice and was temporarily winded. Wow. I know that isn't a valid description but its the first thing that entered my mind. That familiar throbbing feeling came alive downstairs, making me cross my legs.
Jesus Christ Of Nazareth. Is this what they call lust at first sight? He possessed a dark brown complexion which glowed a chocolate tone. A few thick, brown coils coated his chin and chiselled cheekbones.
But his lips. Fuck me, oh those plump lips appeared succulent as he bit down on them, waiting in anticipation for Riley to announce who had presented a better argument to her question of attraction. Him or myself.
He was sporting all black. A tight-fitting black Stone Island t-shirt, black ripped jeans and black hightop vans. I noticed that his left hand was branded in a sleeve of tattoos which perfectly complimented his muscular limbs.
One of them stuck out to me. A bible verse, I think, it was. I leant forward, peering as hard as I could until I could make it out. Matthew 5:44. I repeated again and again my head. I'd mate a mental note to myself to search it up when I got home.
Everything around me froze for a split second when we locked eyes. He appeared to be a kind soul, but still - their was an air of rudeness about him, made evident by the way he glared me dead in the eye.
Just as quickly as I glared back, I looked away. Focused my attention on the floor. No way did I want to look like the flock of girls in this class, dehydrated and thirsty for him. Every girl had their eyes intent on him. Well, or should I say, very girl excluding Amayah.
She was the only one who seemed to show not one ounce of interest in Silas. And this made me ask myself a million and one questions. Was she mad? Did they have history? Were they on bad terms? Were they related?
Or was she just unable to see this beauty before us? She huffed and puffed, playing with her fingernails, evidently bored.
My heart jumped out of its cage when he got up. Yes, the Silas hopped off his chair and plopped himself down beside Amayah. She looked completely unphased as they engaged in conversation.
"Who's that?" I leant backwards and whispered in question to Rakeem.
"That, my friend," Rakeem chuckled, pointing a finger at the boy in black, "is the finest stiff chocolato our college has to offer; Silas Salvador Sinclair."
"Rah." I found myself swooning, sucking on a finger at the thought of what I could, and would one day, do to him.
I zoned out of my sex-scenario and entered reality, focusing on the conversation he and Amayah were having.
"So, what? You coming next week?" He asked her. Apparently Rakeem was throwing a block party before exam season. It would be a night of baby-making, weed-bunning, back-brukking and good vibe.
He's going too? Now he made that block party sound interesting. Shut up Mira, the little voice in my mead screeched. You're gonna go to the block party and risk losing your life just for a boy? Fuck off. Stay at home.
My mind was telling me no. But my body? My body was telling me yes. My talking-to-myself session was interrupted when I felt both their eyes glued on me. Act normal. I told myself. Don't do anything stupid. Fighting back a smile, I pretended to go on my phone.
"Who's that?" I heard him mutter. You gon' learn today. I couldn't help but grin, still pretending I was on my phone.
"Ah. That's Sami. She's new." Amayah mumbled. She had this constantly monotonous tone as though she was unimpressed by everything.
"Simmer down! Simmer-"
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist
and jump off, jump off
Free up. .
free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very sexy,
Keisha, Becky
Evryone in the auditorium zoomed to life in a matter of seconds. Someone had begun blasting out Russ, Tion Wayne & Aitch's - Kesha and Becky.
"It's not everyday drill!" Riley's voice could barely be heard over the song that played. Even Silas was capturing the moment.
I giggled at the sight of my baby daddy holding his thumb onto the circle in attempts to record for his Snapchat before jumping out of his chair, throwing the phone on Amayah's lap and proceeding to gunlean himself.
"This boy!" Amayah tutted, a dimple protruding out of her cheek as she held onto the circle until it turned fully red, recording his stupidity on camera before watching it over and over again to herself.
Rakeem, Corey, and Silas continued their synchronised movements as floods of people (including Riley) filmed them, posting the clips up on their various social medias.
"Look at this, Russ. D'you see what you're doing to my yutes?" Riley cried, laughing as she scoped the auditorium with her camera. Everyone started screaming for their lives, waving for the camera, fussing and fighting to be seen by Russ.
In hopes of being shouted out by Tion Wayne that thottimus prime Jezebel even started shaking her bum to the beat, earning the attention of everyone in the room.
"Stead' of these boys to be getting an education? Everyday gun lean. Everyday woah. Everyday shaku. I've had it up to here man, shit!"
The song now switched to Burna Boy's & Dave's - Location.
If you send me the location
Then I'll be right there
The crowd went more than mad as the three of them swayed from side to side, shaking their heads in determination, seriousness etched on their faces.
My heart started hammering when IQ's - Slow Down was interjected. Every girl grabbed a man. And every man grabbed a girl. I looked around. Jezebel was with Rakeem.
Corey was with Amayah. Miss Riley had even grabbed the PE teacher, for Fuck's sake. Only two individuals were left alone in the auditorium.
Me. And Silas.
"Come then." He smirked, beckoning me over with his hands. I shook my head no. You need to keep a low profile. Beckton aren't done yet. I kept on telling myself over and over again before focusing my attention on my phone.
I tapped my foot to the beat, humming along the lyrics to myself.
"Sami." I froze. I was about to the smack the fuck out him for calling me another bitches name but then I remembered that she was me. Sami was who I now identified as. Haha, you stoopid. I muttered to myself.
"Wait. . . I swear I've seen you before?" Silas said gently, as he held my arm back, causing both me. . . And my heart to stop. He was so close to me. I could feel his belt grazing my back.
"You've deffo mistaken me for someone else, baby." I laughed uneasily, pushing him in the shoulder. I only add the word baby unto sentences when I feel extremely awkward, anxious, and frightened (like now)
"Nah. I swear?" He shook his head, wagging his finger in my face, "swear you're that girl from the Chinese. . . shop." I turned to Silas. He leaned into my ear.
"You're confused." I laughed. It took every bone in my body not to collapse into a caramel mess in his arms. I wanted to push his face away.
"I'm actually being serious. Don't you remember the jollof jokes-"
"You." I widened my eyes at him and stepped forward, causing him to take a step backwards in shock. "You. Do. Not. Know. Me. Point blank period. Okay?"
"Nah. You're right. I don't know you." He frowned, holding his hands up in surrender. "All girls look the same nowadays. And you had a different vibe to yourself. Personality. But my bad init. My bad. Seems like you're really just like the rest."
"No." I found myself mumbling quietly. "I didn't mean to - I just. Wait. Please." Nothing but stammers escapaded my lips as I clung onto Silas.
"Fuck off me." He groaned, swatting me with a hand before kissing his teeth and sauntering away into the distance.
- - - -
LOCATION: Tottenham Main Road
a ghetto-ratchet omniscient p.o.v
*
Still smiling at Latifah, Zach pulls out his little Nokia, probably calling a customer.
"What you telling me though?" he says, grinning. "I'm on Forest Road."
Even though he's currently on the phone, Sorchann and Zach exchange weird looks.
And almost as though they're capable of reading eachother's minds, Zach quickly glances over at Tifah.
"What d'you mean?"
"So she got Beckton on us?"
Latifah's heart started pounding like a Congolese drum. If Zach found out that she was the root cause of everything that happened to Samira on the 17th of March? She would surely lose her life.
"Look at the time. Federally are gonna' slide down soon." Sorchann is saying, sipping on Supermalt with a kiss of her teeth.
"Where's my man?" she questions, referring to the person on the phone to Zach.
Zach holds up one finger, pointing to the phone. "Hold up, Chicken Cottage? . . . Ite' I'm sliding through right now - say nothing." he slowly nods his head, peering through narrowed eyes as he looks up and down Forest Road.
"he's at Chicken Cottage right now," Zach informed Sorcha, roughly digging the little Nokia deep into the pockets of his navy blue True Religion tracksuit bottoms.
"Is he high on crack cocaine or suttin'?" She shakes her head. "That's all mad bro, I'm not shotting nothing outside Chicken Cottage."
"Relax," Zach laughed. "It's calm. We'll just go round one corner then, init."
*****
tifah's p.o.v
Startling me, the door to Chicken Cottage suddenly flies open, causing everyone on seated on the table to end their conversation and glance over at the direction of where the noise came from.
"Temi, you alright?" Sorchann questions, placing her Peanut Butter milkshake on the table and shooting out of the chair in attempts to comfort her. The girl looked shaken up.
"Chat to me, baby." Sorchann whispers, voice growing shaky as she cups Temi's face in her hands, slowly turning it from left to right. Right to left.
Even the blind could've seen the anger slathered on her face. The way she clenched her jaw, taking deep breaths to calm herself down.
"Damn." T-Nine mumbled. "They whacked your bitch up bigtime. Bruised her black and rassclart blue, no word of a lie-"
Everyone on the table glared at him, ordering him to shut up in their facial expressions.
"What's wrong baby? who do I need to kill?" Sorchann said, spinning Temi around so that she had no choice but to face her.
"Really, Sorcha? After everything? You're still sneaking about with Amayah?" Temi says, shaking her head on the verge of tears.
"Amayah ain't the issue right now." Sorcha shrugged. "Who. The. Fuck. Done. That. To. You?" She spat, venom laced in her tone.
Ignoring Sorchann, Temi drags her feet towards our table and stays silent.
She seems frightened as she stands still, panting heavily and repeatedly shaking her head, little curls sticking to her clammy forehead.
"M-madness," she stutters, "there's been one madness with Menace. I breezed here as fast as I could but there's blood. There's blood everywhere man. You need to come Walthamstow, right now."
AUTHORS NOTE:
Yes. This chapter is shit. It ain't nowhere near finished. Imma come back and edit some parts - I just wanted you to develop an understanding of shit soon to come.
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