Chapter 5:Bad and Loud friendship

Note: The statements in the () are translated from Patois

(What's up tough guy?)

(Everything is OK.)

She hugged me tightly, grinding her white soft tits against my chest. I had an impulse to bang her in my six-to-six well-equipped bed listening to Trey Songz. I grabbed her big ass from her thigh to the exposed parts then to the base; it was way softer than Deto's, if I had to say.

(Hope you don't mind attractive thing?)

(I don't mind attractive thing.)

We whispered into our ears and separated.

(So, where did you learn patois?)

(Um! My brother's girlfriend. She is from Jamaica; beautiful, but not as sexy as you are. Girl you are damn thicker than Steff.)

( thank you. Talk to you later.)

(You too!)

She made a 180° turn and walked back to her seat wiggling that fat booty. I could feel my dick growing bigger and harder. Bad broke the silence with a loud clap and friendly punches. Just then, I recalled we had an audience.

"Prostitute, the ladies man. You haven't changed?"

"Fuck you Bad."

We chuckled.

"Alright, Alright. And these are my homeboys, my day ones, my homies. Steel and Anger."

This time, I did the moving as a humble nigga. I walked to Steel and Anger. We exchanged handshakes, clicking fingers.

"Sup niggas?"

"We good fam".

" Alright Loud, come aside bruh let's talk business. Wah you need?"

"I need a bottle of Loud, a quarter ounce of California, one bottle of Triacin c, one bottle of Allercin with codeine, two capsules of Mitsubishis, and one packet of Raw brown rolling paper."

"Wah you need all that for? You wanna kill someone? And who is the California for? You don't smoke California."

"Relax nigga. That nigga from Cave you met at my party, Zoom. you remember him?"

"Yeah, I do."

"He is celebrating his birthday today. Auto begged me to come to do justice to the party, that's all."

"You need to watch ya back nigga, Ion trust young lads."

"Watching my back is all I do my nigga."

"Power! Have my seat, ama get 'em."

He dashed into his house. I sat comfortably on the master's sofa. String passed me her stick, it was a Mexican green but I couldn't turn a lady down. As a gentleman, I had to accept a 'puff, puff, pass' from the thickest girl I had ever met.

Bad POV.

Loud was my best friend from our grade eight (junior high school). We became friends when he discovered that I was a denizen of Little Land and not 5th avenue like I did claim. He requested to visit me so badly that I had to plead with my parent to pick him up from his uncle's house at Heaven's Gate estate where he resided from his sixth grade to twelfth grade. My parent did pick him up on one faithful weekend and he spent the whole weekend in my house. That was when I told him about the mysterious back gate in my house..

"Your house is quite close to 5th avenue. Now I see why you say you from 5th avenue. 5th avenue, Little Land, what is the difference? Who cares? I am from Cave city but I live at Heaven's Gate estate, that doesn't matter Ben. My mom told me that what matters is who we are, not where we from."

That was what Loud said to me that very first day. He was right, nobody cared, or maybe, just maybe he was not. The kids in Heaven's Gate high school cared, it mattered to them. My family was one of the top five richest families in Little Land, but we did not make the top hundred in Heaven's Gate high school and the top five hundred in Capital city. My elder sister - Cheryl told me about the discrimination she faced in Paved Hills high school in Capital city; though, she was too much a demurred girl. Hence, I demanded to be sent to a different school and most importantly conceal my origin.

During our eleventh grade, one over-pampered idiot called Nick stole my literature assignment, changed the name, and submitted it to our literature teacher. When I confronted him, he came at me with a glancing blow and I gave him a memorable beating; I took home one of his teeth as a reward and a shred of evidence to prove that I was a tougher low lord and to uphold the tradition of the green knights. The next day I was summoned to Principal Bastien's office to receive another reward from the table of Heaven's Gate high school; an expulsion letter

"Um! Ben Andrew Dalton. I have heard your side of the story. Yeah! He came at you, you went at him, you came at each other; all the same, but only one person's tooth is missing, or is yours missing? No, it is intact. If you are still here by next week Monday; on Tuesday Nick's dad will withdraw him, on Wednesday the press will approach him to know why, do you know what he will tell the press? No, you don't. He will tell them that we train gangsters, thugs, recusants, bullies, and, in Heaven's Gate high school. Then on Thursday the CEO of West bank, Pave Tech, CCM, Deep Oil, and so on withdraws their kids too. Finally, on Friday, I lose my job and this letter will be forced on you. So what is the point, Ben? Your mom and dad work in the bank and they put their salary together to give you the best education and I understand what that means, but this school is not meant for everyone; my kids aren't even here. Thank you Ben Andrew Dalton for attending Heaven's Gate high school, you will be remembered in our register; forever.

He handed over a brown sealed envelope to me. I had never felt so bittered, belittled, denigrated in my life the way I felt that black day. I was in a brimful of tears but they never dropped. I made my way to the door in a fit of pique, counting my toes; the door opened before I could touch the knob, and Loud entered whimpering. Perhaps, he was behind the door all this time just waiting for the right time to come in or plausibly, gathering momentum.

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