Sparkle appeared and stepped in front of me.
“Move, Ocean, before I move you. Stop fucking with my friend because of your insecurities,” Sparkle defended me.
Ocean’s eyes bucked, and she frowned at me. She stood there for a few seconds before sucking her teeth and walking away.
“What is her problem?” Sparkle asked as we both turned to watch her walk away. “She’s acting like you’re trying to fuck him or something. If that was me, I would just to prove a point!”
Sparkle suddenly turned to look at me.
“I know you have your reasons why you tolerate that girl, but maybe you need to be just a little more ruthless,” Sparkle smiled.
“I know you’re not suggesting I mess with him,” I said, and she laughed.
“You must be crazy! That girl will kill me!”
“What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt,” she shrugged.
Sparkle pulled me toward her again, but this time she turned me around.
Instantly, my eyes landed on Havoc. He was up on his feet again, like he was ready to leave.
My eyes danced over his body and traced his movements as he texted someone from his phone.
Just as he pocketed it, he turned to look right at me. I should have looked away. I screamed at myself to look away, but I didn’t. I continued to watch him as he stood there watching me, and Sparkle’s words danced in my mind.
No, I couldn’t do that—could I?
CHAPTER TEN
MAKARI “HAVOC” SANCHEZ
A FEW DAYS LATER
“What do you mean you’re sick?! Sick with what?” Kelechi yelled, and I simpered.
“Bro, stop all that yelling, nigga. I’m sick, not deaf.”
I’d been trying to explain to him for the past ten minutes that a nigga caught a cold, so I couldn’t walk the streets with him today. It wasn’t like we had any important shit to do, and I really just wanted to stay home to relax today. His crybaby ass wasn’t trying to hear that though!
“I’m coming over,” he said. I kissed my teeth.
“Coming over for what? I’m not a fucking kid anymore, Hell, and you ain’t my bitch.”
He was running over here like I needed my older brother, or he was my damn woman.
“I promise if you bring your ugly ass over here, I ain’t opening the fucking door,” I threatened.
“Pussy,” Hell snapped, and I fell out laughing.
“Boy, it’s one damn day. You will be alright, plus you got Sony with you.”
Orlando still had my brother parading around trying to be seen. All day, every day, Hell would be just going to meaningless places because Orlando thought it was a good idea. If you asked me, it was childish as fuck, especially because I knew shit like that wasn’t going to get Sincere’s attention. I’d seen his mans at the club yet again, watching my brother make a fool of himself.
Both Hell and Orlando thought being the loudest nigga in the room was the same as having power, but it wasn’t. They were doing nothing but drawing unnecessary attention to themselves, but they weren’t trying to listen to me. I’d voiced my opinion to my brother a few days ago, and he brushed me off, showing me that he was completely wrapped up in Orlando’s way of thinking. My brother was acting like a show-off, just how Sony moved, and dare I say it, I was starting to dislike being around him.
So, this cold I picked up from somewhere was a blessing in disguise. At least for one day, I could be away from this fucking show and dance bullshit. My life was always hectic because of Orlando, so I welcomed the quiet. The stillness of my own space so that I could think.
Hell sighed and said, “Alright, but if you need anything, let me know.”
