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S2 W6. Blind-ISH Date
My phone was ringing. Off the chain.
I had the mind to ignore it.....
"Shafa?..."Female voice.... too high pitched for recognition. I looked at the screen of my phone to see if I recognized the number, it said unknown.
"Ya waddup?.... Who's this?"
"Shafa... its Ronke."In-tresting. Shoulda listened to my instinct.
"Yo wassup you aii?" Not that I really cared. But she WAS calling at an odd hour.
"No not really.... I'm a bit.. stran....ded...?"she broke down the last word like she wasn't sure she should use it. Cause it sounds dodgy? Yes Ronke, it sounds VERY dodgy.
"O....k...?" I broke it down in a similar manner..."So...??" ugh I better give the girl a break. I'm too washed out to play the role of asshole."Ok where are you?"
"What in the world-" that was almost outta town.
"I know I know... Its a long story I'd tell you when.... if...you're able to get me. Shafa please I'm begging you... Its cold, dark and ....there are shady guys walking around please. "
Uggghhhhhhh! "Gimme 30...." I had already started getting out of bed. "Please dont get kidnapped before I get there. Where in Yorkshire?"
She gave an excited shriek "Thank you thank you thank you! I love you for this one...." Sure Ronke. "I'm at the Esso gas station on.." there was a pause. I figured she was getting her location. I wore my sneakers."On Belfast and Eden"
"Thank you. Thank you. THANK YOU!" She let out a relieved sigh. "Shafa Johnson!" she paused for a breath and turned to me. I just shook my head. Drama Queen. Everything is soo EXTRA."You???"Ehen? Me... "You just saved my life. Thank you...!!!!"
"You owe me Ronke.." man.. I shouldn't have said that, babe might take it the wrong -
"Of course Shafa... I hate debts." she smiled in an evil way."So I pay them back quite....quickly." Uh oh.
"Where are you heading?"
I made a U turn and started making our way back into town. I knew she was watching me.
"Is there a problem?"
"Not even... " she smirked then turned to look out the window....I glanced at her.
See, the thing here is, Ronke is a VERY attractive girl. Ass, check. Titties, check, Skin tone, Damn. Hair n make up always on point iLke the girl was well put together. She matured quite early because lest I forget the babe is not even 23 yet. But shes a fire cracker this one all mixed with insanity...she WILL harm a brother. Which is why I know alarms are sounding because this was a very dumb move. I shouldn't have come to pick her. Plus she can be very... what word can I use now... manipulating? in a non manipulative manner. You would just not know when you end up in a very compromising position with her. She jumped like she remembered something
"Yes o! Hmnnn!!! What happened to meeee"again, Drama queen in Full effect. She was kinda cute though when she did all her antics."Sooo-oooo My friend Mallorie calls me to go out with her tonite to a house party in Yorkshire, She was gonna give me a ride, buy my booze, she was catering to ME tonight.. so of course SCHUUUPIIDD Ronke prances along all spazzed out for a night of mayhem only to get to this God forsaken part of town"she jabbed her hands in the air gesturing at the area..."and the bitch stands me up to run off with some Indian Boy!" she opens her mouth like "Oh My God"...
I front surprise. "Are you for real?? A ya!..." I really didst sympathize with her. Buu-uutt, I did empathize with a waste of such a nice ensemble...she looked good though I must say...
"Like-eeee the boy wasnt even fine!!! Uh NEVER again.!!"she clucked her tongue and smacked her hands.
"Sorry oh, next time you'll stay home and be a good student." I wasn't even joking.
She punched my arm and giggled like I was joking. "You're not serious..."She adjusted her seat like she was uncomfortable...."Can you turn down the heat please...."she made a face showing her discomfort then started shrugging out of her jacket.
'Ronke its -15 outside......"
"And its 35 degrees in here, I know your Nigerian but Damn! Me Im a posh babe o, I dont like heat......." I turned it down a bit"...except of course in the right context."
Play if off Shafa. "Sure Ronke... aje pako like you? I doubt it. You must be freezing your ass off in that outfit..." I made the mistake of turning to confirm the outfit she was wearing. Shit. This Jazabel had on a see through blouse...............................*gulp* "You gotta be cold. Dont be fronting there that your ajebota and come and catch cold tomorrow oh"
"I'll be fine Shafa...." She giggled my name like som'n was funny. Her voice had toned down...wasn't high pitched any more............borderline husky.
I focused on the white striped on the road as they zoomed by, Better than thinking of the woman beside me in my vehicle at this ungodly hour. I turned up the music to get rid of the awkward silence..."Lovers and Friends" just happened to be the sound track.I dont know why I was uncomfortable with this. I flipped the CD...CD 3, some Tupac. That should be good.
We were driving in silence and my mind was finally wandering away into nothingness as we started entering the city well.
"I'm attracted to you."
"Whoa..." that came from. no where.
"I know....I'm bad right?"rhetorical question there...."Like my own cousin's man...................." We were getting to her street."Turn right at the light...."
"You still remember where my house is....?" sounded like a trick question. I ignored the question and made the turn weaving my way through the one way roads to finally get to her house. She had been watching to see if I'd make a wrong turn, I almost made one just so I won't look like a ....like I kept directions to her house for any specific reason..........................................................
"Wow Shafa... Impressive."I smiled at her and slowed down to a stop in front of her house.... "Thanks a million Shafs... I owe u................"
"Don't even worry about it." See? God... I turned her down o!!
"No.. I insist ...."She started wearing her coat and while she stretched to get her arms into the sleeves, her chest pressed hard against her shirt and .....freaking babe.. She's cold......Or....turned on. Either way her body was responding to -
"I'll make you lunch."
"Huh?" I was lost.
"Lunch... Food.. I'll make it for you...?" She was smiling cause she knew I had seen. Damn this girl. I REALLY need to keep away from her.Especially during the night........Winch.
"Don't bother Ronke, I wanna live to see my kids ehn?"
She put her hand to her chest like she was insulted. "I'll surprise you." She gave a half laugh and in flash speed she leaned forward and pecked me on the cheek."Thanks Shafa...really appreciate this!"And she was out the car. Like nothing happened.
What in the world...? Did I.....Why do I feel like I just cheated on Yale?
Always talking! Ronke can NOT shuttup. Lai lai. She was on her phone when she entered the office.....without knocking! Might I add. She froze for a split second when she saw me. Like she was surprised. “E ye o! Yale since when??” “I should as you the same question.” She was holding a Swiss Chalet take out bag in her hand. What the… “I see you brought lunch…” I eyed the bag. She held it up “Yaaaa…..” then dropped it again “Seems like I’ll be eating alone.” I did NOT appreciate the way this conversation sounded. I felt I was sharing my man. I don’t know. This was just not rubbing me the right way. “Mhmn…” Or maybe I was just being paranoid. Ronke, loud mouth as she is, is still a sweetheart………………………… Shafa coughed and stood up. “Ronke what’s really good? This is a pleasant surprise.” He pointed to the couch on the other side of the office. He walked to my side and sat on the table beside me. She smiled to herself, like she understood something and it was funny. “I was just in the hood o, you…
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