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One of the truckers loitering around with two others to the right of the building wolf whistles. “Walk on over here, pretty lady, if you want a good time.”
They laugh as though he’s so fucking hilarious which he’s not.
I ignore them and push on the store door; it beeps when it reaches a thirty-degree angle and drags on the tiles the rest of the way.
“We’ll pay you!”
“With my massive dick!”
I keep ignoring them and head inside, letting the door close behind me. I’m not scared of them, but I am aware of where my sharpened switchblade is tucked into my boot just in case I need it.
A TV in the corner by the counter fills the space with sound. I vaguely listen as I search for where they keep the cold drinks.
“Such a nice, loving young man… didn’t deserve this… family distraught… miss him… inhumane…”
I roll my eyes. People always lie when people die, they tell about how nice they are and how loved when really they were a complete dick while alive. It’s such a joke. People are pussies. When I die I want the world to know what a cunt I was while alive. Don’t do me a disservice by pretending I was anything other than what I am.
I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator and almost squeak with glee when I hear another car pull up outside. It’s Nok’s truck.
FUCK YES!
I didn’t think I’d get so lucky.
Somebody climbs out with him; I think his name is Joseph but I’m not completely certain. I saw him on the track today riding a quad before leaving with Nok as I sat with Nash. So many names. I’m usually good at this but I’m tired and too eager.
I’ve never struggled to entice a bad boy before, ever. Nok is too much of a fucking challenge, I might just not bother with any of this at all. Maybe my sister is right? Maybe I am insane for doing this but it’s just… he’s not a nice guy. I know that. There’s no redeeming him in my eyes. But whatever.
I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do to make this hell a little bit more bearable.
This is perfect though. I am buzzing with electric excitement at how well this has panned out.
I quickly pay for my water and gas and mutter a curse under my breath. “Do you have a restroom?”
“Over there,” the bored-looking cashier says, pointing to the far corner.
I don’t actually need to pee, but I need a reason to hang back and make my play. I head inside, careful not to touch anything and wait approximately three minutes until the beep above the door sounds across the store.
I make my exit and as I’m doing so the beep sounds again.
“Don’t you fucking ignore me, bush nigger,” snarls the voice of the trucker that catcalled me outside.
Oh man. Come on. Give me a break, Satan.
“Don’t, Nokosi,” Joseph pleads. “He’s not worth it.”
“No, niggers like you ain’t worth it. Ain’t worth shit. Fuck off back to your hovels and grill a salmon.” The trucker and his pals start laughing, I creep around the shelving unit and watch them all high-five like children. Nok is livid, his hands are balled into fists, but he’s outnumbered, and these guys are packing. Or at least the greasy-looking white guy with a red cap is.
I see the handle of his Glock when he flips his leather vest back to put a hand on his hip. It’s in a holster on his belt. This is bad.
Nok and Joseph see it too and their demeanors visibly change.
“We’re not looking for any trouble,” Joseph says calmly, raising his hands as I check out the dome mirrors on the ceiling to get a better look of all three men. I don’t see any guns on the rest of them. “We just want to pay for our gas and go back to the res where we belong.”
“A lot of gas you got in your trunk,” one trucker comments, this one in a denim jacket and loose-fitting jeans. “Paying in cash?”
The guy behind the desk tenses but says nothing. He’s about to lose a sale and a lot of gas if these guys take Nok’s money.
Nobody moves, they’re at a standstill, waiting for Nok to retrieve his wallet. He doesn’t. He’s boiling with anger; I can see it in his eyes. No wonder he hates white people if this is how we’ve treated him all his life. He’s not surprised by the racism and neither is Joseph, in fact Joseph knows exactly how to react to deescalate this situation. They probably get more of this than most would like to admit.
“Hand over what you’ve got, we’ll cover the bill and take the rest, how’s that sound?” red cap asks, a twisted smile on his face.
