Faith

13

Rayan

Me and India walked inside the jazz club, there was people dancing and drinking. The jazz players were playing a tune. It was kinda nice inside.

"I don't see anyone with all black on." India sighed.

I looked at her. "Be patient, they'll be here. For now lets just get a drink."

We walked to the bad, I ordered us some drinks and after only two we were both kinda tipsy.

"Let's dance!" I suggested.

We both got on the dance floor and began dancing to the tempo of the song. We were enjoyed ourselves for about 10 minutes until India's phone buzzed.

Stop dancing and come meet me assholes. I'm in the back.

We both stopped dancing and looked around, we saw someone in all black across the room sitting down.

"I'm scared." India whined.

I shook my head. "Don't be. We just need to know why this d**k is trying to paranoid you."

We walked to the back, the person stood up and motioned us outside. We all went outside and they turned their body towards us. I tried my best not to sound or look like I was tipsy.

"Hello." They said.

I scrunched my eyebrow. "What do you want from India?"

"Nothing." They laughed. "I actually wanted to congratulate her."

India looked confused. "Huh?"

They took off their hood, it was a lightskin girl with a afro. She was tall, me or India didn't recognize her.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She looked at me. "Nova Pearson."

Me and India looked at eachother. "Where do we know you from?" India asked.

"You don't know me, and I don't know you." She smirked.

"I'm so confused." I said. "What's going on?"

She looked at me. "I was suppose to kill Zonnique years ago. But I was in prison, I got in there because I was trying to kill her."

Why was everyone out for Zonnique? "Why did you want to kill her?" I asked.

She lit a cigarette. "She was my worst enemy in middle school. I went to jail at the age of 14."

India gasped. "Why?"

"Because I had a charge of attempted murder dumbass!" She yelled.

India flinched. "How do you know I killed her?"

Nova scoffed. "I have my sources."

"Please don't tell anyone." India begged. "I can't go to jail."

"Don't worry I won't." She said taking a puff of her cigarette.

I looked at the girl. "Well are you gonna stop texting India?"

She stomped the cigarette. "She already knows who I am and why I was texting her so yeah."

"Well I rested my case." I said blowing a raspberry. "It was nice to meet you but we have to go."

I grabbed India's hand and she stopped us. "Wait." She mentioned. "Let me order you two a couple drinks."

"No thanks." I said. "We have to go."

She shrugged. "Whatever. Just trynna be generous."

She walked away and we walked back inside the jazz club. We walked by the door exit and India stopped me.

"Wait." She said. "I really do want another drink."

I groaned. "India it's illegal to drink and drive. We might as well go home now while were tipsy."

"Please." She whined. "You know I'm having a bad day."

"Okay fine." I said. "You can have one more."

We walked to the bar and I ordered India a drink.

"I don't wanna drink it by myself." She said. "Get you one."

"I'm the driver." I said.

She shrugged. "So! Just one."

I rolled my eyes and ordered me a drink. We both drowned our drinks and she ordered more. Back after back we kept drinking, after about 5 drinks we were both drunk.

We danced all over eachother, sexually and physically. Her breast moved around all over my chest as she felt on my member. We french kissed for about 3 seconds until I snapped out of it.

"Indie your-r married" I slurred.

She laughed uncontrollably. "I'm not married."

She began kissing me again and I stopped her. "You have a boyfriend" I slurred once again.

She looked at me. "Your right." She whispered. "Let's call a cab."

India

Rayan paid the cab driver and we both got out the cab. I was quiet the whole ride, mainly because I'm drunk and upset. We got inside and I crawled up the stairs, I opened the first door I saw and laid in the bed.

"India I said a guest room." Rayan yawned. "This is my room."

I shrugged as my eyes slowly closed. He took off his shirt and laid in bed next to me. I turned towards him and began kissing him.

"Stop." He groaned. "Were drunk."

I rolled my eyes and stood up, I stumbled to a guest room and laid in the king sized bed. I stared at the ceiling for about 5 minutes until Rayan came in the guest room with a wine bottle.

He gulped down the bottle and threw it on the ground. He rushed to me and kissed me forcefully. I added tongue and deepened the kiss he lift off my shirt and looked at me.

"You know were gonna regret this in the morning right?" He slurred.

I shrugged. "I don't care."

Yn

I was at the airport with Tracy, we were about to board our plane.

"So ready to go back home." Tracy whined.

I looked at her. "I thought this was your vacation."

"You were right, I shouldn't try Compton for a vacation." She laughed. "I heard about your husband, what's going on with him?"

I scrunched my eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"With him fighting that old guy?" She said. "I was shocked."

"Fighting what old guy?" I asked.

"You don't know what I'm talking about?"

I shook my head no.

She pulled out her phone and showed me a video of Chres stomping and punching a old man. "Where my money cuz!" He said in the video.

"The old man stole 10 bucks from him." She told me.

Everything in my body froze. "Wait a second, he was fighting a old man over $10?!"

She nodded. "This was yesterday afternoon. I'm surprised you didn't know."

I couldn't believe it, I could just break down in tears right now in this airport.

"Do you know he has a warrant out for his arrest because of this?" She asked.

I looked at her a shed a tear. "Arrest?" I cried.