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“Yeah, but what about first timers? Any reasonable adult can have a fucking panic attack under these circumstances!”
“Like a certain felon?” Corinne questioned knowingly.
I swung my head her way. “Bite my ass.”
“It’s big enough and I’m starved.” She winked with sarcasm and turned away. “Told y’all she’s been tripping.”
“Who?” My eyes scanned them all. “How am I tripping?”
“Over this Jas guy. He’s hot…a bad boy. I get it.” Becky calmly chewed her gum, one cheek red, likely from the hot humidity of the space we shared with a thousand other people.
“But he’s an adult man. He’ll fare well in his travel like everyone else, Shi-Shi,” Shizu brayed.
I hated when she did that shit and she knew it, but did it with the purpose of annoying the hell out of me.
“Says your privileged ass.” My words were for all three of them, though Becky was the only one peering my way with a glare. “This’ll be his first time traveling. You ever think of that?”
“And he’s traveling with a gang of his family.” Shizu rolled her eyes. “Chill out, Shi-Shi.”
I gasped. “A gang?”
“We ain’t starting this racism accusation shit,” Corinne hissed. “Not off U.S. soil where I can’t get a local attorney who speaks my language. Move the fuck on!”
When Becky motioned behind me with big eyes, essentially telling me to move up in line, I caught on and obeyed.
“This bitch getting dick she ain’t never have, and it shows.”
I turned for Corinne, ready to curse her out when all the ladies yelled, “Go, Shi-Shi!”
I was bone tired and a tad tipsy when I toed out of the bathroom from a shower, washing off my makeup and brushing my teeth. Of course, I went straight to my cell phone. Disappointment from not seeing a return text from, at least, Chelsea slapped me in the face. I sent Jas two texts since arriving, neither of which he responded to. This was strange. Also, I didn’t have his second cell phone number.
Is the one I have his first?
Shit!
I threw myself onto my bed, mind racing. This disconnect in communication from Jas all day made me realize I didn’t know anything about his accommodations. I had no clue of which building or side of the resort he and his crew would be staying in. Then suddenly, it dawned on me: I’d never confirmed his flight. All I knew was they’d be flying in first thing tomorrow morning. Why would I have asked him for booking verification? This wasJas’birthday celebration. We were out here in St. Vincent forhim. I did my part in having Shizu give them booking information including codes for this brand new luxury resort as well as flight suggestions. I didn’t have Juggy’s number. Did he have mine? I was too exhausted to recall.
Fuck it.
I was done for the day.
My thumb hovered over the keypad of the face of my cell. I stared blankly at the text thread with Witherspoon, not knowing what to type. Then my attention went to the green rubber band of theMoments & Measureswatch. The sight of that had me subconsciously gaze at the faux leather coated, red shopping bag on the chair across from me. I took a deep breath and glanced down to the Bible resting on my left thigh. Shit had been that real. The anxiety leading up to getting on the plane had been fucking unbelievable and nothing I experienced the last times on one.
Then to add traveling with a group of family to my hesitation had me ready to cancel this shit. I’d been up praying since four this morning—I fell out praying late last night in my bed. Work had beat my ass over the past few days. Delays on projects, closing down of sites because of the heavy rain for the past four days, my cousins calling me every other hour with questions about passports and/or bringing their friends. What was supposed to be a six-party trip grew to ten within days. What was worse was I didn’t want to do this shit anyway. I ain’t want no damn birthday celebration like this.
My eyes went down to the cell in my right hand.
I only wanted to be with this chick…
“Yo, Ahk!” Hands slammed on my shoulders, snapping me out of my head. “They wildin’ back there, talkin’ bout some mile high club!” Juggy laughed.
I blinked, registering what the hell he’d said. “You tell their asses they can high mile it off here right now if they wanna try it.”
“You know how Tanya be fuckin’ around. You know Ant gonna keep her drunk ass in line.” He waved it off as I could hear my crew cutting up behind me. “You good, yo?” He leaned over a seat with a blunt planted behind his ear. Looking out of the small window to the left of me, I nodded, hearing the movement beneath the plane from luggage being loaded. “You heard from Shi?”
I glanced back down at my phone, remembering the task at hand. Witherspoon hit me up twice yesterday, saying she’d arrived safely and had checked in. I got the messages right away and was grateful for her keeping me posted. I’d much rather had flown in with her, but with the fucking anxiousness I’d been feeling leading up to boarding, I wouldn’t have wanted her to see me this way. But a small part of me wondered if she would’ve made it easier.
She always make shit better…
